The Summer In Your Eyes
Cinderella

< POV Nancy >

Carel is like my own sister. I loved him as a younger brother, even though he was only the son of my father's colleague. Our house is close. We always went to school and studied together from childhood. I admire him because he is a smart, warm and cheerful brother.

One day at school, in high school. When playing volleyball with friends. I don't know why the ball I smash bounced far into the back garden. I'm looking for him in the bushes. Under the pine trees I kept looking down for him. It can't just disappear. Not long ago I found it next to an old abandoned warehouse, because the school just made a new one.

Suddenly. gubrak. The sound came from the Warehouse. I peeked out of the crack. Apparently it was the sound of a rickety closet collapsing. And what caused it was Brother Carel and the head of OSIS that I liked. I wasn't sure about my emotions at the time. Lamentable? Be disappointed? Getting angry? Or think of it as a joke. Should I laugh? My heart was broken immeasurably. My first love and the person I loved were gay. I quickly returned to the field. Before my friends came here.

“Why were you so long?!” protest them

“Sorry there was still a little incident” said I grimaced

“Why are your eyes flushed? You crying?” I didn't answer their questions. My chest feels tight.

“I'm going to the bathroom first. You guys just continue the game” I said stammered

Today's incident I kept a meeting. I never told anyone, including my family or friends.

Time goes by quickly. Kak Carel has studied two semesters at the best Private Campus with a base money for a luxury car. I just graduated High School. My father was a paper business. He is also the owner of a newspaper. Unfortunately, our efforts are not going well. The need has changed. Everyone prefers gadgets over non-digital media. Almost all of our factories were forced to go out of business.

Weddingdream that many women dream of. Our reception is so exclusive. Held in a seven star hall. There are dozens of food and beverage booths with high-end brands. As per my request. This marriage is Van Gogh's concept. In addition to the starry night mind mapping decoration. There is also a sunflower field to take pictures of the invitees. Although unhappy, everything seems perfect. We smiled at every guest.

“Congratulations yaa.your wife is so beautiful” praise colleagues

“Women as beautiful as this must be married immediately. Before you take another” replied the mother-in-law as her hand hinted in a whisper. Then they joke with each other.

“Happy Ladies and gentlemen.this is the moment the eagerly awaited” MC's voice boomed.

“Appearance of Isyana Saraswati!!”

All eyes were turned to the entertainment stage. Enchanted with the singing of the stars. Even if it's not the right decision. I enjoyed it enough.

A long night has passed. We were both exhausted after a day of being mobile mannequins. We slept in separate rooms. I never asked her how she felt. Is this the marriage he wants? Is this the best solution? We are not hostile. It's just that I'm not good to ask. All I know is that she's very obedient to her mother.

Rumors that I was pregnant had spread everywhere. People think that's why we got married at such a young age. They did not know that until this moment nothing had happened. Is this something that is a relief to me?

Back to the present. At that time Carel's mother asked us to continue the descent. My face paled. Carel rejected it. This conflict is quite heavy. I can't take it anymore. Then my phone rings. Apparently it's calling someone from my past.