Will You Marry Me?
The Part 40

(pov LUNA)

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*When destiny is outlined to me ...

Lost ...

Always losing ...

Alone ...

Sunburn ...

Slashed ...

In sobs* ...

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"Oper ball!"

"Arga, accept this!"

"okay! Let's look at the last seconds of the inter-major basketball game. Final round between the teams of business majors and accounting majors. Who will win the trophy this year? Will field prince Arga Mahesa Rizaski successfully defend his champion title or the accounting department team led by Gilang Mahendra who will seize it? Let's just wait!"

"This time, I will take the trophy from you" said Gilang who confronted Arga.

"Try it if you can!"

"Wah .. wah .. wah! Arga convoluted and managed to escape the obstacles Gilang. He was standing under the ring. He was ready to jump. Is there going to be a slam dunk?!"

"Don't hope!" exclamation Gilang.

PRIIITE ... PRIIIIIT ...!

"Unexpected! It was unexpected! Gilang managed to brush off the ball that was already held by Arga. In this way, the champion is the department team .. accounting!"

"Yeeeeeey!"

"Collect ... Missale ... It's cross!"

"Good game." Gilang extended his hand to Arga.

"He'em. Congratulations to you too. But next, I'm the one who will win" Arga said.

"I won't let it." A smile was thrown from Gilang's lips. "Luna, I won the bet." Gilang waved his hand at me who was sitting on the spectator bench. "Don't forget your promise, yeah!"

"Yes," I nodded.

It wasn't Gilang I saw, but someone standing next to her. He threw his sharp gaze at me. Alternately he observed me and Gilang, then passed.

Arga .. should we go this far? My heart really hurts with all these circumstances. But, I know myself enough. I will have no place in the midst of your family.

Arga .. Has your heart been closed to me? I still have a hard time forgetting you.

"Mr Luna!"

"Oh? Hi, Viona."

Viona Octa Catharine.

A psychology student at level one. He's a pretty cool kid. He's kind and smart. I got to know him when the lecturer appointed me to guide him on his first psychology assignment.

"My grade is perfect" he said while showing me the transcripts of the grades.

"Well! You're really great. Congratulations, yes," I said.

"Would you eat in the cafeteria? As a thank you, I will treat you" he said.

"OKAY. Come on!"

I circled my eyes to find an empty bench in the campus cafeteria. At rest, this place always looks full.

"Luna," call Gilang. "Here."

I also took Viona to where Gilang was.

"Sister, who won basketball between majors, right?" ask Viona.

"Well, your memory is good! Hahaha ...," laughs Gilang.

"Sister, that's really cool. The jump is high" praised Viona.

"Gosh, you embarrassed me" said Gilang with his red face.

Like I said, Viona is a fun girl. He is easily familiar with others. It's so 'easy going'. Make the person he is talking to so he wants to keep talking.

"Both brother's dating, huh?"

"Thuhuk ... uhuk ...!" Missing choking and covering her mouth with her fingers.

"No, huh?" ask Viona. "Haha .. kirain."

"Do we look good?" ask Gilang.

"Banget," said Viona.

"Haha ... Is that so? How, Luna? Should we date?" canda Gilang's.

"Jeez ... What the hell, you?" my grumbling while putting a spoonful of food in my mouth.

Viona and Gilang looked giggled at my annoyed face.

***

"Mr Luna, go straight to work, okay?" ask Viona.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Because it's normal, it's normal."

College hours are over. We stepped together through the green garden of the university to head to the large gate at the end of the magnificent building.

"Kak Gilang is a good person, fits the same Mbak Luna who is also very good. Who wants to work hard to be my guide to the task. Haha ...."

"It can be, you." I chuckled at her innocent words.

"You two look familiar, like lovers."

"We're just friends" I said.

"In front of him, anyone knows. Hahaha ...," he laughed. "There is no such thing as friendship between men and women. That's modern psychological theory."

"Oh yeah? Who invented that theory?" my many.

"I. I just created it."

"Hahaha ... basic, you!"

"I also have someone I like."

I flicked my tail at the beautiful girl beside me. His face looks red. He looks embarrassed.

"I like him a lot. I even went to psychology so I could connect with her when I talked to her mom."

"Well! You look serious about him," I said.

"Yes. Very seriously," he replied. "Since childhood we always played together because our parents were friends. I like him as a man. But apparently, he only thinks of me as a little sister. It's so sad, I've got a zone. Haha ...."

"Looks like he's a good guy."

"Very," said Viona. "I will try to make her fall in love with me and think of me as a woman, not a sister anymore."

"Is that? Good luck, yes! Fighting!"

"Hahaha .. yes. Fighting!" her laugh. "Today, I deliberately didn't ask to pick up the driver so I had a reason to go home with him."

"Hahaha .. good plan."

Viona seemed to smile broadly at my words.

"Ah, that's it she's waiting for me at the gate!" exciting Viona. "I go first, Ms. Luna. Hye!"

"He'em. Careful."

The girl ran excitedly toward a man sitting on his motorcycle.

The man ... he looks familiar.

"First, yes, Ma'am!"

Along with a wave of Viona's hand on me, the man threw his gaze at me.

"Arga," Ielihku.

He turned back and drove away from before me.

Again ... I felt this sick when I saw you, Arga.

I feel so powerless to control my feelings, Arga.

How'this? What should I do, Arga?

***

It was the day on which my schedule was held.

I was still standing at the door of a counseling room with a heart that kept rumbling. I took a few breaths and exhaled a few times. I wish my heart would be calm and my tongue would not be moaning.

"Lake in!" A voice sounded as I knocked on the brown door.

"Good day, Miss Rhesa."

Those eyes made me feel more unsettled. My steps felt trembling. My eyes suddenly hot and dewy.

I pulled a chair in front of her counselling table. There's no sound. The psychologist in front of me turned his attention to the sheets of the file and the pen in his hand.

"This is a recipe for you" he said, handing me a piece of the recipe.

"But I haven't done counseling, why have I been prescribed?" many confused.

"It's a recipe for bruises on your cheeks and on your wrists."

So visible? The reddish blue color of my ex-mama's hand gripping my wrist.

"From next week, Dr. Roy will handle your counseling. Please set your schedule with him!"

Miss Rhesa is acting very differently to me. Didn't see me at all. His tone sounded cold.

"You can go now!" abugn.

I slightly raised my face to look at it, but I bowed back and moved from my seat.

"Mr Rhesa." I held out my hand that was about to grab the doorknob and went back to try to talk to him. "I'm sorry."

She's quiet. The mother of the man I loved ignored me.

"For all my mistakes, I'm really sorry" I said with tears in my eyes. "I hope that my presence, as well as my mother, will not be a new problem in family life, Ms. Rhesa. I know myself enough. I will definitely stay away from your lives. Miss Rhesa, don't worry! I will not be like my mother. I will live well without hurting others. Thank you for being so good to me all these years. At least, I have felt the warmth of having a family when with you. Thank you for all your help and kindness so far. Excuse me, Miss Rhesa."

Now, I don't know what else to do?

I don't know where to go?

If he were with me at the moment, he would definitely smile at me and lift a bit of my weight.

I slowly move my legs. Until fate leads me every step of the way. I walk every path of this life with a burden that increases and continues to grow. Without me knowing when that burden will decrease.

Arga .. turns out Cinderella's story is just an unreal fairy tale.

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