Mr. Antagonists
Ten ( Girlfriend? )
...° HAPPY ENDING °...
" Mom, what's wrong?"
Alma who had just opened the door of her room was surprised to find Asih who looked to be tidying up her clothes.
" Have you gone home?" Alma approaching asih.
" What's going on, Mom?" Ask curiously.
" You take a shower first. After that I'll explain everything to you." Smiling words. Alma was speechless, wanting to ask more but feeling uneasy. He finally complied.
After he finished his bath he walked towards the pity who was sitting on the edge of his narrow bed. Alma was astonished to see the many things tidied up.
" What is this, Mom? Why ama goods are given gini?"
Asih gestured for Alma to sit next to him. After sitting down eloquently looked at her with a gaze that was hard for her to understand.
" Kid, we're moving? Now you're cleaning up your stuff." Wheezing.
Alma.
His brain was thinking about what was really going on.
" moved? Where's mommy? What mother.." his words hang guessing what really happened.
" Mom's not fired, you take it easy. Mom resigned. You better just obey, huh?" Reciprocity.
" Ta-" Asih directly cut off Alma's protest. " It's all for your good." His words held Alma's hand as if to convince Alma that it was the best.
What exactly is going on?
What's he missing?
Why is everything getting complicated?
" All right." Alma better give up. Asih rubbed his head gently. " There are times when it is better not to know what. That fact is so bitter, son."
Despite not understanding the meaning of the middle-aged woman's words, Alma still nodded. Because he felt the words Asih had a point.
" Yes, you're ready." Asih left Alma who was silent.
" Is this maybe a novel? Alma really disappeared after that."
Now his life path cannot be guessed.
Because his role as a figurehead is over.
...***...
Intentionally wishing to say goodbye to Samuel's uncle, Alma instead knew something he should have known. Maybe his mother's words were true, now Alma is stuck with her own thoughts.
" Why do you want to break that engagement so badly?"
Alma who was about to enter immediately stopped, somehow Alma felt to be an eavesdropper of people's conversation.
" I told you I had someone."
His forehead was confused. Wh who? Her thought. Why does he not know? Why wasn't the novel written?
" Friend? Bring him here. Let uncle see it,"
" Uncle saw it."
His inner frown deepened, many questions on his mind.
" Who is he? Stop joking Sagara!" Can Alma hear the voice of uncle who started to growl.
" Lyora Alma."
Deg
Alma's eyes were rounded with her lips opened wide. Unknowingly he retreated his steps until he nudged the flower pot that was beside him.
Pyarr
Alma stared frantically at the flower pot, then she felt the sound of people approaching her. It was definitely Samuel and Sagara, panic and nervousness struck Alma.
" Ammy?"
Alma lowered her head in not daring to raise her head. "Sorry uncle" he said.
" A-i.."
" I want uncle's name." Down-down. Samuel sighed. He knew the news of compassion resigning, even he had prevented the woman. Unfortunately, compassion remains in its stance.
" Shy?" Sagara suddenly asked.
" What does that mean?"
Samuel glanced at Sagara through the tail of his eyes. " Alma's moving on." In short. Samuel does not know that he has aroused anger for Sagara.
Alma glanced at him using her eyes, but there she was even a dispute with Sagara. " If so, Alma said uncle." his resignation.
Alma turned away leaving the two men who were looking at her with diverse gazes. Sagara clucked in annoyance, "It's because of uncle." he sprayed.
Sagara passed after Alma, Samuel rubbed his cheek in confusion.
" Why am I?"
...****...
Tok
Alma who was tidying up her stuff stopped for a moment. He stood up to open the door. Alma fell silent not expecting Sagara to be at her doorstep following her.
" We need to talk!" Sagara spoke up.
Alma raised her eyebrows, "we're not that close to talking" he said.
Sagara stepped forward to make the distance of the two thin.
"Still less deck?"
Alma blinked some of them trying to digest what Sagara meant. " I don't mean it!" Stuttering Alma felt stupid. He becomes nervous let alone being stared intensely by Sagara.
" Yaudah, by the way." Disconnect Alma slightly rewinded her body. Sagara lowered his head, he sighed.
" Will you go? You have to take responsibility." Sagara. Alma is shocked to hear the ambiguous statement coming out of Sagara's mouth. Likewise with the compassion who had eavesdropped earlier.
" L-Lo, what's the matter?! Don't bother!" Sewot. Sagara hugged Alma and rested his head on Alma's boat. This made Alma rebel.
" See? You were sleeping that night? We've slept together, even Lo himself said he didn't want to be my maid. But, now you want to leave me. Lo playin me?" Sagara whined in a flat tone. Alma directly pushed the man roughly. He was shocked and confused.
" Lo what the hell is that?! L-" Alma is not out of thought with Sagara.
Why does Sagara talk like that?
" Silkaraa!!!" The attention of the two immediately turned to Samuel who was at the end of the hallway. Alma's face immediately pias saw that. Moreover, the angry face of Samuel was so obvious with his wide steps impressed the rush of the journey towards him.
Plakk
Bugh
Alma screams in shock when Sagara is slapped and beaten suddenly by Samuel. The teenager immediately staggered back with his lips hurt.
Samuel pulls Sagara's collar. His eyes turned red staring at the angry Sagara.
" This is what you do, ha?! Goddamnit!!" maki Samuel gave Bogeman a gift.
It seemed that Sagara had done something that made the uncle furious. Alma retreated a little afraid of getting hit, she wanted to help but it was all out of her control.
The people of the house began to swarm around peering at the commotion, even the guards also separated the two. Sagara was already battered in Samuel's hands, the middle-aged took a deep breath after making Sagara speechless. He looked at Alma who looked down afraid of being embraced by compassion.
" You two, come to my room." Hearing the cold tone with the unpleasant aura of Samuel stirred up the worst thoughts in Alma's heart.
Alma drew closer to Sagara, but his hand was drawn by the pity. " Come on, son." Bring Asih.
Sagara looked at him with a smile, battered face helplessly it made Alma not bear. His hand was still pulled by his mother.
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