I'M A STATUE FOR YOU
MEET THE PAST

I served Abi and Umi drinks and some snacks and potluck before leaving the house.

In the car together with Arya made me feel uncomfortable. We were silent as strangers.

Only the sound of the car was heard.

Songs of Andrigo.

"My heart is just your toy.

My love is only your interlude.

You kept him all this time.

It hurts my heart so much."

"Stop singing Alyn. My ears hurt to hear your voice."

"Why am I so brave. Shamelessly singing beside Arya mas. Hmmm...Once a time is okay. I became a good wife and Arya never saw me. Continue aaahhh...."

"Sick from being shunned?"

"Where might I be insinuated."

"If not shunned listen to my song. My voice is sweet too. Eleven twelve with Lest! The Academy. Just a difference of fate. There Lest! happy and I'm here to languish."

Mas Arya turned on the car audio and played the song. As fast as lightning, I shut it down.

"What are you doing?" Arya turned it on again. But I'm turning it off again. It has been repeated up to five times.

"I dare to." I saw Arya breathing in frustration.

"Alyn."

"I just want to sing a mas to relieve stress. At least have a little pity on me for whom you have tormented her mind."

"Replace your song."

"Hmmm.... When else can I talk at length with Arya's mas." My inner.

Songs of Arief.

"If you feel

The pain you gave me.

I'm sure you won't be able to survive."

"If what you do I can give it back to you.

I make sure you're more fragile than me.

But I don't want to hurt your heart."

"I hold on with my heart.

"I give up because of love.

You accidentally scratched the wound."

I sang while glancing at Arya mas. I want to see what his reaction is like. He put on an expressionless face. Uh but that's why the hand squeezes the steering wheel so hard. His finger book was also bleached. What he feels and what he thinks. Does he feel guilty.

The car did not arrive at the supermarket.

We got out of the car and entered the supermarket.

I chose a lot of food to serve Abi and Umi. They rarely go home so there must be a treat

special not.

I am happy, so engrossed in choosing whatever I think is necessary, that I do not pay attention to my path.

"Bugh." I hit someone until my groceries dropped and I picked them up immediately.

"Alynn's. Are you that?" He called. His voice was no stranger to my ears. I raise my head.

"Mas IQBAL." Iqbal just kept looking at me. His gaze did not change, it was still the same as before. His face looked sad like the gaze of someone who was holding back longing and despair. I feel guilty for him. It's all because I rejected her proposal.

"I'm sorry Iqbal. But it's not just you who are broken. I'm just as broken as you are."

"Mas." I disperse the reverie of Iqbal.

"Eh...Alyn, how are you?"

"Alhamdulillah good mas. Iqbal himself how are you."

"Yes as you can see."

"Alyn." Iqbal tried to touch my hand but I refused.

"Keep your hands off my wife." I was shocked to hear the sound of baritone mas Arya. I forgot I wasn't alone. But Iqbal did not make any comments and sharp gazes from Aryan mas.

"Arya was jealous of Iqbal."My inner.

"Alyn are you happy to be his wife?..."

"Surely she's happy to be my wife. I can give her anything she wants."

"Alyn I'm asking you." I saw that Arya's face was turning red with emotion. I didn't answer. I just want to know the reaction of Arya.

"Alynn's. If he hurts you, tell me. I'll take you away. With or without your consent."

"So, your manners. She's my wife." Arya pulled my hand and took me away.

"Hey sir." Arya stopped her steps. "Little by, I'll steal it from you."

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