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#47 ~The Surprising Decision~
...~Surprising Decisions~...
After a long time of thinking, I finally decided to talk to Grandma. That night Grandma said, do not want to get married just for world reasons. I don't have Grandma's blessing if I'm married to Jeri.
My head got dizzy, "Dad, what am I supposed to do?" I lay staring at my father's painting.
Trying to sleep, but my eyes are stuck, not wanting to be closed. The night was getting late, I was still thinking about Jeri's offer. Until I got excited in my mind, I would marry him and then immediately divorce him.
If Jeri thought it was not stupid, if married, the recording would still be saved until the first night passed. Just thinking about it drives me crazy.
I had to take sleeping pills tonight. Take the medicine in the drawer, then drink it. Soon my eyes became heavy.
"Hani, wake up in the morning!"
My eyes were still so heavy I woke up hearing Grandma's voice. Pull the blanket and sleep again.
"Grandmother why be lazy like this?" grandma said while stroking my hair.
My eyes opened, Grandma said, "Forget my grandmother's words last night, grandma will support all your decisions."
Today I decided to stay in my room, my restaurant handed over to the head chef. Preparing all the painting tools in the room, all day I want to paint. I hope that by painting I will have enlightenment.
The painting that describes all my troubles, I want to paint a dove that flies in search of its mate. I don't know how many paintings I've done, but they can't all be exhibited. Start complaining about this situation.
As long as I paint grandma in and out looking at me while carrying food and drink. No time passed, it was already noon. Grandma came in saying that Firo was coming.
In sign language I said, "Just go home, today I don't want to meet anyone."
Grandma came out and passed it to Firo. From the window I peeked at Firo who was gone. His face looks disappointed. "I'm sorry" I said in my heart.
Continuing with my painting, it looks beautiful when my sun is painted. After the painting was finished, I looked at him. If only I could be a bird, fly freely around the world. A world full of drama.
Before long Grandma came out, Grandma came in again and said, "There's Mr. Roy's son coming. He said there's something to talk about, it's important."
It's hard for me to meet him, but he wants to talk about the tape. I was forced to go out and see him. Books and pens don't forget I brought them.
Jeri was already sitting in front of the house, "Sit there is something I want to show you!"
Jeri pulled out her phone, then the sound of the recording was heard. That voice is the voice of Mr. Roy's chat with the man who harmed my father. In the talk they discuss the complete accident plan until the will is falsified.
Reflex my hand to grab Jeri's phone. But very quickly Jeri put it in his pants pocket.
"If you want this tape, now you have to marry me. After the first night is gone I'll give it to you." Jeri looked at me with a smile.
Her smile was really disgusting, I really wanted to slap her.
"Can't you just give me the tape without getting married to me?" my writing then showed it to Jeri.
"Oh. can't. The requirement is that if you want to get this tape, you have to marry me" he said, holding my hand.
Being treated like that, I feel like a lowly woman with no self-esteem. Wants to fight but can't. My heart is still worried.
"I'm looking forward to your decision tonight, past tonight, don't expect you to get this tape." Jeri just left.
He got into the car and passed in front of me smiling and saying, "Later tonight I'm here again!"
"Hani, how about we just forget about your father's problem and just mengikhlaskan it, that way we can live quietly," said Grandma while wiping my tears.
In sign language I replied, "Sir, if Mr. Roy had not been removed from office, he would have closed this restaurant as well, my painting career is really going to be ruined and he's not going to let us go."
Grandma also shed tears, "The spirit of the granddaughter of grandma," said Grandma.
My grandmother and I went into the house. Sitting in front of the tv while sleeping on Grandma's lap. There was a sound of a car stopping in front of the house.
"Hani.." Kak Dini's voice sounded from the front door.
Dini came in and came to us. Seeing me still crying Brother Dini said, "Who dares to make my sister cry?!"
I was silent, and Grandma looked towards Kak Dini. "It's better to be quiet first" said Nene.
When Dinah was silent, she sat down beside me and said, "Hani why?"
I just shook my head. Grandma said, "We better tell this matter to Kak Dini and Kak Andri huh?"
I still shake my head.
"What's this about? You don't want to tell me anymore? Am I not important anymore?" ask Dama with an angry look.
"Can you just shut up?!" snapped Grandma.
Brother Dini seduced me into telling me about this matter. I finally told Grandma to tell me. Grandma told him everything.
"Bad brat of that man!" said Kak Dini with a loud tone.
The shocked grandmother then exclaimed, "Don't scream!"
"Don't want Hani, we can still find the evidence ourselves" said Kak Dini while holding my hand.
I sat down and said, "There's no other way!" my look is very serious.
Dini was quiet, then out of the house. Come in again with Brother Andri.
"I don't really want to tell you this, but I have to tell you now. The people I asked to look for evidence all disappeared with no news. Our struggle has been in vain if those people are no longer there" Andri said, bowing his head.
"Why didn't you tell me?!" snapped Brother Dini.
"I'm sorry, I don't want to see Hani desperate."
Andri's words made me even more convinced that I should marry Jeri. After a long chat and a complicated discussion everyone finally agreed that I was married to Jeri.
I picked up my phone, typed a message for Firo that I invited him to meet this afternoon by the beach. My painting that Firo once asked for, I took and wrapped it. After finishing wrapping it up, Firo came over. He was waiting for me at the beach.
I rushed to him, carrying the painting. All the words I wanted to say I had written on a piece of paper. Staring at his face, I wrote, "This is a gift for you, open the letter at home not here!" I gave the painting and the letter I had written.
"Is this your answer?" ask Firi.
I nodded, Firo went home impatiently to open my letter. After Firo left, I was still in front of the beach, looking at the vast sea, watching the sun start to set.