The Crown
Kissing

"Who are you?" asked a beautiful woman with unfriendly eyes.

"I'm Iksia."

"I didn't ask your name. I asked who you are?"

What's the problem, anyway, this girl?

"It's obvious dong, Mba. It's 'you who's 'it's, it's his name or status or-"

"This gallery cannot be entered by anyone. Especially just a school student like you."

"Why? There are no rules written out front. There should be big writing so that everyone can know, he includes the criteria of people who can enter here or not."

"Got out?"

"No."

"Would I call for security to get you kicked out?"

"Call me, that's if Mba wants to take responsibility if security loses his job."

The woman raised one eyebrow.

"Mba's an officer here too?"

"I'm the owner. Why?"

"Loh, it's not the owner of this gallery Brother Arzhan, is it?"

"Where do you know Arzhan?"

"We're on the same family card. Why?" many of you feel satisfied.

"Oh, you're Arzhan's half-sister turns out. Segini doang's? Hmh!"

Uh, what do you mean?

The first experience of going to Arzhan's gallery was really annoying. This is all because he sold all his cars. We have to share a car. Every day I was taken to school by him.

Coincidentally, today he has a job that can not be left, I had to join him to work.

"Somehow, why did he sell to four of his cars. Make what?" I mumbled myself.

The main room of this gallery contains dutifully sculptured. There are several types that I can still recognize such as: statues of animals, humans, and other types of living things. The rest is completely untouched by my brain.

As I was about to enter the next room, I accidentally heard someone chatting. Out of curiosity, I eavesdropped further.

"Oh, that? It looks pretty, yeah."

"Yes. Deserve Mr. Arzhan very bucin, until he said he rushed here for his sake loh."

"Udah is beautiful, fashionable, kayaking again."

"So who's lucky? Mr Arzhan or Ms Aysila?"

"Obviously it's not us."

They laugh while continuing the conversation I don't want to hear.

I decided to go to Arzhan's gallery shop.

From the beginning I felt that Arzhan was weird. There is no way she would love me as a woman. Although he explained the reason that he fell in love with me a long time ago, but to me this is still strange.

Lookatme. A girl born into an ordinary family. Having a father who always tortures his wife and child. Not pretty, not white.

The short woman who may be a little lucky for having a super good and wealthy stepfather.

I should have been self-conscious from the beginning. Get rid of the taste as early as possible. Not expecting more to hurt yourself.

But why can't I control this heart?

How could I not like Arzhan. He is a perfect man of all aspects.

"She even asked me to hold back the hunger for not wanting to be late to meet the woman earlier."

Sad but hard to cry, it hurts a lot more. Feels claustrophobic.

From inside here, I saw Arzhan and the woman coming out of the gallery in warm arms.

The woman looked spoiled at Arzhan. Even Arzhan stroked his head many times.

He waved his hand, then got into the car. However, he returned again to hug Arzhan.

The hair child blocking the woman's face was tidied up by Arzhan. The other hand held the woman's waist.

If you look at it again, they both look very harmonious.

The car that the woman was riding in was really gone. I saw Arzhan pick up a cell phone.

Drrrtt.

Arzhan called.

"Go to the left" I said. Just one sentence and the call ends. She seemed shocked, or felt guilty .. or did I not understand.

"Why is it here?"

"Destiny."

"Wanna eat?"

"Udah."

"Wanna go home?"

"Hm."

"Hey," Arzhan stroked my head.

"If I say big brother's hands are dirty, will you sell your hands? Just like I said that brother's car seat is dirty. I sold the car because of that, didn't I?"

"I want you to be able to go with me again."

"Let's go home. I'm tired."

I walked ahead of him and headed straight for the car, while Arzhan paid his respects to pick up his belongings.

"Arzhan, why do you like to make me angry."

"Yes?"

"Can we just go?"

"Doesa, listen to my explanation."

"For what? Why should you give me an explanation? I'm just a half-sister who doesn't need to know sodara's business."

Arzhan started the car, he looked angry and even spurred the car quickly. I didn't dare ask because I didn't want to make her even more upset.

Afraid? Sure oes. Just once I feel the tension when I go to Papa's office, why do it have to happen again now.

Wait, this isn't heading home. Where is Arzhan taking me?

We arrived at a very tall building. There are three buildings that are the same distance.

Arzhan took me up the elevator, you stopped on the 14th floor. Down the hallway with many doors on the right and left. The footsteps stopped at the door. He pressed the numbers near the doorknob.

Loh, is that my date of birth?

Door opens.

"Where is this, brother?"

"Apartment."

"Why are we here?" I asked while looking at the contents of Arzhan's apartment. Neatest. That's for sure. Fragrant, of course.

"Want a drink?"

"Hm."

I sat on the couch and turned on the television. While Arzhan was busy in the kitchen preparing a drink.

"It." He carried a tray with two glasses of orange juice on it.

"I want to talk to you seriously."

"About?"

"I've clearly told you how I really feel, now-"

"I can't believe."

"Why?"

"Yaaa, I feel like you're just playing me."

"Why do you have such thoughts?"

"A lot of awkwardness." I picked up the glass, then turned my face away from not wanting to see her gaze.

"Iksia, listen .. The woman was in a relationship with me, she's a past I've forgotten. We were close as friends. Not more."

"What does he consider his own brother?"

"Do you have to care about that?"

"should. Brother, the way you treat him, even make me who just saw it think that you guys are lovers. How he spoiled the same brother, staring at brother, it was clear that he did not consider brother as a friend. His sister also even reciprocated his attitude as if his big brother. Ngeselin!"

"You pissed?"

"hey are. Pleasant under the heat of the sun. Scrawl!"

"Why are you upset?"

"Yes because ...."

Come on, say what I am.

"Iksia, look at me." Arzhan pulled my body closer to him. We face each other and hold our views together.

"What's the reason you're upset about seeing me with that woman?"

I shook my head quickly.

"Yes, he still hopes we can come back. I can only ask him to wait. If I don't get any certainty from you, then I'll make sure if she's gonna be your sister-in-law, Si."

Sister-in-law? that woman?

"Yes, make him my brother-in-law."

Arzhan looked at me getting sharper. The hand that was originally holding my arm, she pulled it slowly.

"Well, I'll talk about this with Mama and Papa tonight."

Very spooky. Was he really going to propose to that woman?

Tight and doubtful. I'm confused what to do now.

Arzhan got up from the sofa and went towards the kitchen. He opened the fridge and didn't know what he was doing.

The fact that I do have feelings for her I can't ignore. The more I tried to bury him, the harder it was to rebel.

"Sister." I stood behind him. He turned around and now we're facing each other.

"Don't say anything to Mama and Papa about my sister's intention to make her my sister-in-law."

"Why?"

"I ... I ...."

Duh, how do I tell him that I love Arzhan too. This guy doesn't know what the hell?

"There's no obvious reason, so I don't have a reason to"

"Whisper!"

I pulled Arzhan's nape. Closing his mouth with mine.