Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 3's. Step away.
Keep going further and further. Let me calm all fragile feelings. For me, there will always be a reason to love myself. May the Bintang be happy with everything he chooses in this life. Although honestly the feeling about him never really died. I once hoped that we would be back in one piece despite being separated for quite a while.
Life must continue. Let's deal with all the tangled pain. The stars don't have to think about me. Because he won't be able to live that part of my life. It's so heavy. But I just want him to be happy for his life. If that's what I think is best, let me restore my heart by deliberately making it no good anymore. The heart that used to love her so much, now she really hurt my feelings completely.
"Sister," call Shaka down from his motorbike.
"Saka." I smiled to welcome my other brother.
Shaka walked towards me. He still wears his school uniform neatly. My sister is a troublemaker and Daddy is often called to school because of his naughty actions. But he is actually a good man. It is evident that with me he always complies.
"Have you been waiting a long time? Where's Rimba, brother?" cecar Shaka was sitting on the bench next to me.
If Naro and Tata like Kak Rimba then different from Shaka. Since the beginning I was close to Kak Rimba he did not like the figure of the man who had become my lover.
"She's got a sudden business" I replied.
"Ck, as busy as he is. He should have brought Brother first, 'was he the one who brought Brother here, '" said Shaka, looking annoyed.
I smiled knot. What Shaka said was true but I tried to understand. Maybe Rimba really has a sudden business that takes care of his son Putri.
"Yes, come on. Take Brother to the cafe. You hungry no?" take me to my feet and hang my bag on my shoulder.
"Hungry, Brother. It just so happens that Shaka hasn't had lunch yet" Shaka replied.
"Come on."
"Sister, isn't Big Brother too hot on the bike? This is Shaka's jacket."
I smiled warmly as Shaka opened the jacket he was wearing and put it on my body. Although only 15 years old, Shaka's height is above average. I can't imagine how tall and big he was when he turned 20 and up.
"Thank you, ugliest sister," my god smiled. Actually this is just my way of closing the wound that scratched my chest.
"Ck, your brother is the most handsome, brother. Although still single," sergeant Shaka who did not accept if I say clearly.
"Don't think about a boyfriend. The right school. Later Daddy can hang you," I said half-threatening.
Daddy was a little harsh with Shaka. Moreover, my sister really likes to act. Shaka just dares to spoiled me.
"Can you ride?"
"Ck, your bike is too high" I protested.
"It's not a high motor. But short brother," Shaka chirped that managed to make me snatch an annoyance.
I got on Shaka's bike. Fortunately I did not enter the skirt. If I wear a skirt how can I sit?
"Shaka's embrace, Brother," Shaka shouted.
"Yes," I said.
I hugged my sister from behind. I don't know what my sister ate? At the age of 15, his body was this big. Shaka does exercise often because his ideals want to become a Navy Army like Om Divta.
I stared blankly at the warm city of Pontianak. I still remember Shaka's words earlier, it was Kak Rimba who invited me here but instead he who left me because of the condition of the Princess's critical child.
I know that happiness is a choice, even though there is really nothing a human can choose. Nothing can be a certainty. Life is really a collection of anxieties, a group of disguised fears. A strengthened fear. And parting with someone I love makes me feel like no one is really loyal. He stabbed my heart too deeply. He immersed me in the deepest feeling of hurt. He's so cruel. Really, I never expected him to be able to make it all this painful.
"Sister is not daydreaming," I said.
"But don't deny, brother. Shaka saw from the rearview mirror," Shaka said.
I chuckle. My teenage sister is very thorough. He always pays attention to the little things when it comes to me.
"Yes." Yeah."
"Aren't you the same as Rimba?" shaka asked in a loud voice. Understandably if riding a motorbike is not able to talk slowly, let alone a strange motorbike like my brother.
Since parting with Mas Bintang I rarely bring my own car. Almost never even. I don't know why I'm still traumatized even though there's no connection at all.
"Hem." I'm throttling.
"Dih, answer me, brother. Don't just hem-hem it's unclear" Shaka protested.
I chuckle. At least this laugh can comfort my heart that is not okay.
"Yes, my brother is already the same as Rimba" I replied.
Shaka instantly fell silent. Shut up, he who was busy asking instead focused himself on driving. Why is this my sister? He had never been strange before? Although not like Rimba.
I went back to daydreaming and silence while hugging my brother's burly stomach.I tried to find a new place as if happy. If my injuries are not a cause for concern. The new path I choose will immerse me with pain. However, the heart will recover. I won't let anyone kill my heart. Even though I knew death for treating him was still something I might have accepted. Revenge and prayer will follow him wherever he goes. My feelings carried by him will curse him no longer happy to death. Huh, is this an oath because of the annoyance and disappointment of my heart or a prayer that is expected to happen. It shouldn't be, but that's the truth. That pain can turn an angel into a life-extracting demon.
Shaka parked his bike in the cafe parking lot.
"Slow down, Brother," Shaka rebuked while tilting my motor. It's a tall bike or I'm short.
"Can?"
"Difficult," yank.
"Ck, this big brother is also still not able to open his own helmet," Shaka grumbled.
I grimace, from the past until now I have always had trouble making a helmet on my head. That is the reason why I rarely ride the bike even though I like it.
"Thank you, Brother."
I tidied up my slightly messy hair due to the helmet Shaka had removed from my head.
"Come, in. You must be hungry" I asked.
"Yes, Brother" said Shaka.
We entered with me hugging Shaka's burly arms. I've always loved to be spoiled, whether it's Shaka, Naro or Tata. However, I have always been very strict about their past.
"Nara."
My and Shaka's steps stopped immediately when they heard a voice calling my name.
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