Pretend Marriage (Pretending to be Married)
Mum??

"If indeed you are afraid that he will be like that in the future, why would he be the one you choose to bring to Auntie?" stir Wila.

I just picked a random guy, where I know he's the one I picked.

"Because he's my girlfriend, Bi Wila," Bia replied.

"Well, after all, Auntie already knew their family were all good people, all of them" he said.

"You remember, when you were a kid Auntie once took you to a mansion?"

"The house that's having the wedding?" ask Bia to make sure.

Wila nodded confirming, "It was the home of the Bara family, at the time of Miss Belle's wedding, she ordered the wedding dress at Bibi's boutique" she said.

Suddenly Bia's mind drifted as she accidentally bumped into a shitty boy on the stairs, they had a fierce fight.

Is that Brandon? Is that really him? If it was true, it seemed like that cold and spreading attitude had been around since childhood! Ever since I was a kid, I've called him uncle? Ahaha!

Bia laughed to herself remembering her old memories with the man. Wila frowned when she saw Bia who was laughing by herself.

"Hey, what are you laughing at?" tanya Wila made Bia wake up from her daydream.

"So, do we know each other?"

"Auntie doesn't know. They may have forgotten it because it was so long ago. But, Bibi still remembers, they are good people," said Wila.

"Bi Wila, Bia is sleepy, Bia come in first, huh?"

"Sleep, because from tomorrow your tired day will begin" said Wila.

Bia just smiled and walked into her room. Inside her room, she thought back about the decision she had made at the moment, did she have to marry Brandon? There was no love in his heart for that man.

Bia took out a small photo from inside her drawer. He saw a picture of a young woman, not feeling her tears. There are feelings of longing that whack, pain, disappointment, anger, and loss.

"Ma, how's Mama doing there? It seems like your life is so good now that you completely forgot about me" Bia said with trembling lips.

"Is your new husband happy for you, Ma? Hopefully so," he added.

"Ma, I'm almost married. I really want you to come and congratulate me. But, would everything be realized if I just whispered in the silence of the night? Although I hate you because you have abandoned me, but the longing in the recesses of my heart I can not deny" he said in a sob, his gaze was nimble, the growing pain in his heart transformed Bia into a jolly figure that holds millions of pain of its own.

Bia hugged the little photo, the face as her mother smiled cynically at her was still clearly imprinted in her memory. That was the last time he met his mother.

"Rela left me for a guy you just met, is it that fun? In fact, I never intended to disturb your happiness. Then, why did you leave me in this mess? My heart often fights because I worry about missing you or hating you, Ma!" lirih.

Bia fell asleep while hugging a small photo that had been blurry.

*****

Because his body was in pain, without being awakened as usual, Bia woke up and immediately prepared.

"My eyes are swollen from crying," he chanted himself as he twirled the Eye Roll.

"It still looks swollen," he murmured.

So, he took a shortcut by wearing glasses.

Bia came out of his room, at the dining table had some kind of food with a letter beside him.

"Eat a lot, Bia. Today I rushed to the boutique, sorry I didn't have time to accompany you to breakfast together."

*****

Her sudden steps brought Bia to the campus, right in front of the campus there was a well-dressed man who hit her until Bia was sitting in the middle of the road.

"Aww.." cried Bia.

"You hit me! Be careful next time!" snarled the man with a hostile face.

"I? You should be more careful. Although you are in a hurry, but this is a public road. Other people also use this path!" balas Bia ketus's.

"I'm busy, so it's only natural that I rush over and accidentally nudge you" said the arrogant middle-aged man.

"Do you think other people aren't busier than you, Grandpa? If you are too busy, then build your own path so as not to be in touch with others!"

"You! How dare you call me Grandpa? Da-"

Bia was stunned, the voice was very familiar to him, very missed, and so hated.

"Ma?" call Bia, she's still sitting, her butt hurts so much she has trouble moving.

The woman turned her head, as their eyes clashed. A moment later he looked left-right like he was trying to find someone.

"You called me? I'm sorry, miss, maybe you're wrong!" wash that woman.

"Who's the guy?" Bia smiled bitterly. "How could I not know my own mother? But, maybe it seems he was the one who intentionally did not recognize me," said Bia lirih.

"Rita, who's that girl? Why would he call you that?" investigate the distended-bellied middle-aged man.

"I don't know. I don't recognize him at all, maybe he's misrecognizing people!" lang Rita's.

"Be careful if you lie to me!" threaten the man.

They let go, without any intention of helping Bia who was still struggling to stand up.

"You okay?" ask Bia's friend.

"It's okay, thank you for your help" Bia said.

Bia dragged her feet into the campus area.

"Bia, I've been waiting for you since, why are your clothes so dirty?" tanya Tasya who looks astonished.

"I fell just now" he answered briefly like a lifeless man.

Crates

cranes

cranes

Bia's phone rang, with a foreign number calling her. Bia did not answer, she put her phone in her tote bag.

"Who Bi? Why not answer?" ask Tasya.

"No idea" he replied.

"Jawab only, maybe from important people, right?"

Also true!

Not once did the unknown number try to reach him, the third time Bia finally answered the call.

"Bia, it's Mama!" call someone from behind the phone.

Bia was silent, her lips tightly clenched. Just now they had met and he was not recognized in front of the crowd. Not a shame, but disappointment is still felt today.

"Mama? Wh who? You misrecognize people?" bia replied, her face was very flat, not reflecting her emotions that were up and down at the moment.

"Bia, Mama apologized for the incident. Mama didn't mean that. Bi, will you meet Mama? Mama misses you" said Rita.

"Oh? Then enjoy your miss, my miss is gone!" Bia.

"Bi, Mama please. Come see Mama, son!" Rita pleads and welcomes, hoping Bia will meet her.

Do I have to see him? My misses are becoming more and more passionate.

"All right, send me the address!" bia answered at last.

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