Obsessive Love Disorder
Bali

Me and Aditya arrived at the airport. He walked casually pulling his suitcase and kept one hand inside his pants pocket. He wears his sunglasses but does not cover his face which can be recognized by everyone who passes in front of us. Aditya walked like a model with his cold face constantly staring straight ahead, his white skin highlighted the bright lights of the airport, and,and with his messy hair that looks messy yet sexy makes all eyes on him. I remember Korean artist Lee Min Ho seeing him look like this.

While I kept trying to pull my skull to cover my head by walking quickly to compensate for Aditya's wide steps. I bowed my head and occasionally looked around to make sure no one was paying attention. But like his efforts were only in vain, Aditya's face was too recognized by many people to the point that it was impossible for everyone not to pay attention to us.

I saw Aditya stop his steps.

“Why?” I asked her to look at him who was looking at me annoyed.

I kept glancing at the people who had been quietly taking out their phones and recording us.

“Come on we have to cepet!” Saying I step back.

Aditya pulled me tight. Then he forced open my skull allowing my hair to break down beautifully and held both of my cheeks. He just looked at me, said nothing and did nothing. My face started to panic, because it seemed like there were a lot of phones filming us. Then he took my hand and continued our steps by dragging me away from the people.

Some people followed us by recording. I don't know what they're saying I'm trying not to hear it. They can be called paparazzi, which is always as nice as taking a tambar or video of others without permission and then spread it. I looked at Aditya who kept being cold, maybe he deliberately wanted someone else to record us like this, because he really wanted to teach Lucy a lesson.

Arriving in the cabin of the plane there are some people who pay attention with whispering whisper. Aditya stuffed the luggage into the trunk above our seats. I kept bowing my head in shame at everyone's eyes.

I sat by the window and Aditya sat next to me. My face still looks worried about those who see me as a criminal.

“Why?” Ask Aditya.

“I don't feel good in their eyes as if I'm a villain”

Aditya clasped my hand again and looked at me worriedly.

“They will be sorry to have thought you were like that” he said in earnest.

I hope this is all over soon. I can't stand everyone like this. I remember when I was hidden by Aditya from everyone, at that time I felt so calm that no one recognized me,but it used to be very painful because it had to always hide and see Aditya with other women in all media. But now that I've been published by Aditya, it's getting harder. But I still have to face it.

A few hours passed. The plane landed at Bali's Ngurah Rai Airport. The hot air there is not inferior to in Jakarta.

Aditya pulls his suitcase towards a black MPV car that is already in front of the airport exit. The driver got off as soon as he saw Aditya approaching him and helped Aditya stuff into the trunk of the car. And I realized that this car was a private car that was asked to pick us up at the airport.

Aditya and I got in the car and the driver immediately drove his car away from the airport.

I took off my hoodie which was already starting to feel hot in my body. And left behind a tight sky blue shirt with a slight circular stripe pattern on my right arm. I tidied my messy hair tidying the clothes I put in my overiseze pants, and stared at my face inside the small mirror making sure there was not the slightest stain there. I still feel nervous about meeting Aditya's family soon.

Aditya smiled at my behavior.

The car went into a very large yard. Even from the gate to the car park was quite a long distance if you have to walk. And the driver stopped his car right in front of the house to drop us off first.

The house is so big its white paint and yellow light rays make the light of the house golden color look magnificent. The house already looks like a palace with tall European pillars and there is a little gold polish at both ends of the pillars.

“Log in” Aditya pulls my hand.

“Bentar.. bentar Di” I restrained myself.

“I was really nervous to meet Mama Papa kamu”

He chuckled at my words.

“Udah lah,ayo” he forced me in by dragging my hand.

A young maid was waiting for us by opening the tall, brown door. The appearance of the maid was the same as that of a rich man's housekeeper in his general. Using a long-sleeved black knee-length dress shirt with a white apron on the outside, there is a pouch on the abdomen of his apron and his hair in a flattened pinched back.

He bent his body when he saw Aditya enter and his hands clasped each other to look politely welcome him.

“Mama,Where is it?” Aditya asked looking at the waiter.

The servant did not dare to look directly at Aditya's face. He kept bowing his head.

“Mistress and big lord are being summoned above young lord”

the servant also called Aditya with the young master. I glanced at Aditya for thinking it was an oddity for me.

“OK”

Aditya stepped away leaving me who was still standing there with the servant who kept bowing his head to me.

“Please enter Young Madam” I raised both my halis when she called me as Young Madam.

I smiled stiffly at him and bowed my body once to appreciate the servant and chased after Aditya.

So big and high the ceiling of the house Aditya until the voice he spoke was heard echoing.

Someone came down the stairs. A middle-aged woman of about 45 years, walked with her hair that was a beautiful wavy boat in golden brown. She came down gracefully with her high heels that were quite high in black, wearing a knee-length shirt with long dark blue sleeves and makeup that was so striking but did not reduce her luxurious impression. And followed another servant in the same uniform as the servant who had welcomed me and Aditya.

The woman continued to smile as she approached Aditya.

“Welcome home dear” the woman hugs tightly Aditya.

That was her Mama. I was getting nervous to see her so elegant and elegant, compared to me who was very relaxed with the clothes I was wearing.

My hands were sweating, my heart was beating like there was sweat coming out of my forehead.

“Hay Dhebi” greet her Mama as soon as see me.

I was surprised to hear he knew my name. Then her mother hugged me gently.

My eyes rounded my mouth slightly open and immediately looked at Aditya confusedly in his Mama's arms. Aditya just smiled at his shoulder.