Melancholic Introvert
Chapter 11: Arya, the Creator of the Heart

#Prisil Pov

Today in class 2 IPA 6 is holding a daily Indonesian review of the Text Procedure. Of course, the children of this class are busy working on the problems given by Master Teacher Sinta seriously.

But not with me.

“Duh I learned this last night, why did everyone forget?” I screamed in my heart, holding my two almost broken heads. Though these materials I've been shipping all night. In fact, late into the night.

Why did it all disappear like it was being blown away by the wind?

All of a sudden the scene repeated itself in my brain, the scene where my lips with Niko's lips collided, where for the first time my lips came into contact with a man's lips…

First kiss or commonly called First Kiss, is often considered special for everyone, both men and women, because it is the first experience in love that is considered memorable in their lives.

Again and again, Niko was full of my mind, I felt the shadow of Niko's lips repeatedly coming, like peeping my lips over and over again.

Any more?

Duuuhhh, I imagined it again?

Seriously? Why am I this summer?!

I wonder, is Niko now telling me how I feel?

I also turned my head to the back seat, precisely the seat Niko, Niko who sat in the row of the rear seat, next to Bambang.

I saw Niko now with her relaxed face, cool to open an Indonesian notebook under her desk drawer (Nyontek).

Huhhhhh…

Indeed well, hope never conforms to reality!

Could he be that relaxed???

Could he have lived a normal life, like an ordinary student, after that incident????

“Basic guy*jerk, he could be that happy after stealing my first kiss!” My whine in my heart.

“PRISIL !” Tegur Bu Siska, the most chatty Indonesian teacher at Tunas Bangsa High School. “You cheated yah?"

“Ngak Bu, Prisil is not cheating.”

“Reason aja!” Cibir Bu Siska's. “Keep why your face from earlier, noleh to the back continue, huh?!”

I just looked down, silent.

“HAHAHAHAHAAA~ HAHAHAHHAAAA~” Laughter children one class, compact laugh at me.

Including the color of Niko's laughter, it was clearly heard in my ears.

“Nevent learned Bu!” Called Other students.

For the first time in history, I was humiliated like this. Even though I am a child who is notoriously smart, and from SD to High School always ranked in the top five.

“True Gladish said, that Niko is a disaster man!” I growled in my heart.

#Prisil Pov End

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#Author Pov

At work Aunt Lia...

Aunt Lia is currently busy designing her own wedding dress, for her to wear at her wedding with Hendra (His father Gladish) which lasts two more months….

Well, Tente Lia is currently working as a designer, in one of the famous boutiques in the city of Bogor. The boutique currently serves purchases directly at outlets, as well as online.

Aunt Lia looked at their family photo, a photo of him with his two children in the photo, Arga and Arya were hugging him, she said, and He was in the middle happily receiving the embrace of his two handsome-faced children, somehow Aunt Lia felt confused with Arya, who was, his first child is currently studying at the National University of Singapore (NUS) majoring in Medicine.

He also opened his Mobile and made a VC call (Video Call) on WhatsApp media to his son who is famous for being friendly, active and fun.

“Tiiitttttttt.. Tiiiiitttttt... Tiiittttt....”.

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It is located in Kent Ridge, Southwest of Singapore.

It looks like a pair of men and women are sleeping together, in an apartment that is quite luxurious.

The black-haired man, fair-skinned, athletic and looks Indonesian.

Next to her lay a woman with blond hair, thin arms and white skin, as white as milk, a woman from Europe, precisely in Canada.

It seems clear that the two are now not wearing a single outfit. because the clothes along with their insides, seen splattered on the floor of the apartment.

Their bodies are now covered only by a fairly thick gray blanket.

You tell me to come over, there's some games you want to play

I'm walking to your house, nobody's home

Just me and you and you and me alone.”

There was a lyric song called Play Date-Melanie Martinez, from the direction of the sexy muscular man's mobile phone.

“Akkkhhh~” Erang the man, rubbing his eyes. “Who the heck is a Gini day-night VC?” He asked in a semi-conscious state.

“Who is that, Honney?” Erang Bule's woman beside him, who was also in a semi-conscious state, from his long sleep.

The man woke up, and realized that his girlfriend was more than one, aka buanyak!

With a snarl, he immediately searched for the whereabouts of his Mobile.

“Duhh, Where is my phone?”

“Wake up in your bedroom and there's nothing left to say

When I try to talk you're always playing board games

I wish I had monopoly over your mind

I wish I didn't care all the time”

The ringtone song, the more vaguely heard from the direction of the long black outher bag that was scattered on the floor, because before he made love to the Bule woman, Bule, He was wearing a black Outher suit with a neat white keja inside.

Seen in the VC call is the call of the Mother.

“M*mpus Cave!” He quickly put on his long black outher. And immediately picked up the phone towards the bathroom of the apartment.

“Assalamallaikum, Hi Mother!” Greet the handsome man, while slightly tidying his hair.

“Waalaikumsalam, Hi Arya.” Reply greet the woman in the picture of the Mobile screen.

“Mother how are you? Arya kangen so much Mother!” The pleasantries of the man named Arya, with a plain and spoiled tone.

The woman called the Mother also smiled, felt very different from Arga who when invited to chat, the impression was stiff and cold, Arga was boring.

As usual Arya is much more fun, because the child is good at livening up the atmosphere, when invited to a conversation like this.

After the stale base asked the news, financial condition and learning conditions of her child in the country of the person.

“Another week Uncle Hendra and Mommy will be doing a proposal event. You can come to Indonesia right?”

“Of course Mother, Arya can come really, for Mother's sake, Arya must always have time for Mother!” Said Arya, reassuringly, with a tone m’istimewas’ Bundanya.

So that the mother who always feels special and ready to give anything to Arya, including adding money for her months.

Arya is very smart to take the heart of her Mother, let alone the heart of her Mother, the hearts of hundreds of girls have become victims of her death. From the usual beauty, to the beauty of beauty, from Indonesian girls, and foreign girls.

Especially considering he was a final semester student, it does not really matter if he left the country and campus, for several days. To attend the wedding of his mother with a widower of one child.

“About my step-sister candidate later, what's it like?” Suddenly a question like this, crossed in Arya's mind. But like the wind, Arya immediately forgot her thoughts.

When he closed the VC from his mother, Arya immediately returned to the apartment room. To wear his full outfit back.

To return home in his small and simple apartment...

(The conversation below is actually in English, but let's just say they use Indonesian yah readers)

“Who just called you dear?” Ask the Bule Girl named Emma, finally woke up from her sleep.

“Bundaku.” Arya answered briefly, who has now finished wearing his clothes back in full.

“Have you told us about our relationship to your mother?” Emma asked, with a look of hope.

“Already.” Answer Arya.

“Keep what your mother said about our relationship?” Ask Emma back.

Arya immediately looked into Emma's deep blue eyes, He grasped Emma's hands, took them, and kissed the hands of the Bule Girl.

“What's the matter baby, why are you so weird?” Emma asked again, seeing Arya's unusual behavior, which was to kiss her hand with a long distance.

Arya also released her kiss from the hands of the Bule Girl, “Mafin I love...” Arya said with teary eyes, “Our relationship seems to be no longer able to continue.” Arya continued, with a disappointed tone, her tears fell from her cheeks.

“Ke why?” Emma asked, with a trembling tone. Tears Bule sweet it also follow spilled, follow the flow of Arya, “I love you, can not..”.

“Sorry.” Cut Arya. “Ibuku told me to go home and betrothed me to an Indonesian woman of her choice.” Arya said with tears, and now Emma was whining and crying so much.

Now the couple was crying together, hugging tightly.

Emma cries, cries full of will because of her love for Arya and is afraid of losing the man who just had a one-night relationship with her.

While…

Arya is crying, crying because she is happy, happy because she does not have to live a boring life full of commitment, happy because the woman in front of her is successful…

#To Be Continued