Pink pants
Dusk connoisseur

Finished revealing all his heart in the hadpan of his father and Alya, Marcel then brought Alya immediately out of the house, after previously he also warned his father to never try to tease Alya.

Alya who was still shocked by Marcel's statement was only able to resign and like a person exposed to hypnosis who just obeyed when his hand was pulled and brought Marcel to get out of the house and put it in in the car to get from there.

"Sorry, I have no other choice but to say it all in front of my father and-you" Marcel opened the sura after he managed to control himself to return to 'normal'.

As realized from his daydream, Alya also tried to return 'normal' even though he still looks dazed, especially Marcel's apology just now sounded ambiguous to Alya.

'Sorry, I have no other choice but to say it all' , Alya was as strong as she could digest the words Marcel said, Alya's first assumption, Alya said, Marcel had no choice but to lie saying that he loved her, and the second assumption that made Alya's whole body goosebumps great, Marcel had no choice but to tell the truth that he really loved her.

Thinking about it all makes Alya more speechless, but to play it safe, Alya trusts her assumptions more first, it feels more logical and reasonable.

"You shouldn't have to lie like that in front of your father, isn't that going to backfire good luck in your household life, what if it gets to your wife, how I would feel so guilty about it all." Alya Protests.

"I can handle it, as I've told you before, my wife doesn't easily believe other people's words. So you don't have to be afraid or feel guilty about anything." Refuse Marcel.

"Sir, can I ask you something?" Alya said hesitantly, Marcel who heard that was seen nodding even though he did not make a sound, his eyes were still focused on the streets in the middle of him seriously driving.

"Can I know what promise you broke?" Alya asked, suddenly his loneliness increased very high when he remembered Salim's words about Marcel who broke his own promise because of him, to be honest it was very tickling his sense of intelligence since then.

"I'll let you know if you really want to know, but before I want to ask for your help, will you accompany me somewhere?"

"To somewhere? Where's that?"

"If you mind, I won't force you" said Marcel.

"Okay, I'll accompany you." Alya said without asking where Marcel would take him, for some reason he just believed in the man, even though the direction they were heading in was now heading out of town.

Alya is sure that Marcel will not do anything that is not-no to him, especially the man also repeatedly helped him when in trouble.

"Isn't this the way to Bandung?" Alya asked curiously.

"Hmm, are you scared?"

"No. I believe that you will not do evil to me." Alya was sure.

"You trust people too easily" Marcel said, smiling blandly.

**

After several hours of driving, they arrived at a simple house but it looks so beautiful and clean well maintained, the building is still the old building, with a large yard and growing water guava trees and rambutan trees that are fruiting very densely, and, while some ornamental plants neatly lined up on the porch of the house looks clear if all that is taken care of properly.

The cold air in the highlands of West Java was immediately welcomed Alya, when he had just got off the car, trailing Marcel who had first descended and walked towards the yard of the house, that afternoon.

"Whose house is this?" Tanya Alya looks very amazed by the beautiful scenery around the house surrounded by rice fields and cassava gardens, of course, it is a very rare sight and rarely encountered in the capital city, thus making Alya relentlessly circulate his gaze around the house with sparkling eyes.

"My late mother's house." Marcel answered while sitting himself in a rattan woven chair on the porch of the house.

"Hahaha, didn't I hear wrong? Wouldn't modern women like you be more comfortable living in places close to malls, cafes, entertainment venues?" Marcel.

"For me, such a sight is more expensive than the places you mentioned earlier." Alya pointed towards the sun that was slowly hiding behind the mountain that was clearly visible from her standing right now, the golden-yellow sky around her made Alya not turn her eyes away in the slightest, it was inconceivable before that at this moment he could feel extremely happy just from enjoying the sight of the sun setting in such a simple place like this.

"Dark connoisseurs too, apparently?" Said Marcel, who also really likes the view at dusk, but the twilight this time is very different, the twilight this time feels more beautiful, because he enjoyed it with a special person.

"Let's go in, it's gonna be dark, the air's getting colder too." Take Marcel and unlock the front door of his house.

"Did no one live in this house?" Alya asked hesitantly, seeing Marcel unlock, it was a sign that the house was empty.

"Nothing, are you starting to get scared of me?" Marcel raised his eyebrows.

"Ah no. It's just that this house looks clean and well maintained, like it's not an empty house." Kilah Alya who honestly started hesitating to enter the house, especially when he knew that there was no one else there except the two of them. After all, Marcel was the husband of people.

"Every two days there's usually people coming here to clean the house, I usually come here if my mind is not calm, or is in a lot of trouble." Marcel.

"Are you not calm right now because of my problems with your father?"

"Maybe one of the causes is because of that, but there are a few other things that are also making my mind mess up right now." His word.

"I'm sorry, because I put a load on your mind." Alya.

"That's just a small thing to me, you can even say there's nothing, since my own problems are more and more complex than your feud with my father, do you want to hear my story?" Ask Marcel.

"If it's not okay, I'm not forcing anyone else to hear my story" Marcel said when he didn't get any response or answer from Alya.

"If telling a story will calm you down, I'll listen to it." Looking at the face, Marcel made Alya could not bear, there was no harm, not to ease the mind of people who had been back and forth to help him in trouble, especially just by listening to the story alone.

"At that time, my father was fooled into a shackle investment by his own close friend, until the company was entangled in a very large debt, almost a bankrupt company, but one of my father's other friends offered help, he was willing to cover all my father's debts, on the condition that I should marry his pregnant daughter by her irresponsible lover, of course, I refused him. I, who was still working for a foreign company, felt confident to refuse my father's request, because even if I was not recognized by my father by my son anymore, I can still support myself. But another story when my mother came to beg and cry on me, it made me unable to refuse her request, my mother never asked for anything, all this time, it made me cry, this is his first and once last wish." Marcel stopped his story, his chest starting to feel tight with a choked throat.

Returning to the thought of those times making his emotions really uncontrollable, it was the hardest time he had to go through in his entire life.

Alya got up from her seat and rushed to the kitchen, in search of drinking water, she knew if it was not easy for Marcel to tell the dark story of his life.

Marcel returned to his story after finishing a glass of water Alya gave him.

"I accepted the request, the day after marriage, and suddenly my mother died, after she called me to apologize. My mother killed herself because she felt so guilty that she had asked me to bear the burden that should not be my responsibility, her mouth was whipped, it turned out that she also had pressure from my father, she said, so he forced me to do the wedding, so that since my mother's death I swore I would never set foot in that house again, even if my father died once, even if my father died, because I feel like my father caused my mother's death." The sadness in Marcel's face suddenly turned into a deep rage and hatred.

"I hate it, I hate it all, my father, my wife, the only reason I've survived to this day is Daniel, he's an innocent baby who's a victim of this other than me, only to him all this time I told him, only he would listen to my grievances."

"Why did you tell me all these problems?" Ask Alya.

"Because you're like Daniel, not who I am, and yet I love him, want to protect him, and always be the most comfortable place to tell stories." Marcel said straightforwardly.