Chapter 3: 3 Confusion of Hearts
"You're so presumptuous Nez, you've never talked like this to Dad. Don't let Dad do things you don't want." Father's angry gaze at me with a flushed red face as if to pounce on prey,
"Son, Arman, come home, son," added my father without mercy. My mother just cried covering her face a sign she couldn't do anything.
He stood up from his chair, with unsteady steps accompanying him. Arman who is getting farther and farther away from me is not missed by me at all. My eyes don't want to lose his fading figure. I'm sure her tears spilled too so he couldn't turn him face to me. Not even saying goodbye to me came from his lips. He also did not do the habit of handshake to my parents. He just walked away.
Maybe sad mixed with shame because his crying was unstoppable, as if he showed his strength even though he was weak. Yes, let alone an Arman. A knight or king who has everything will surely break down and cry if his heart is broken like this. Arman I love you, only you, I will fight for our love. It couldn't be extinguished so quickly. I was silent trying to digest what had just happened to me, my brain was unable to think about the logic that my father explained, oh God, my God... I hope this is just a bad dream.
Instantly I collapsed sitting with a thousand questions. At the same time, the figure I had been staring at had disappeared. His departure leaves a sad one. These tears do not want to be dammed intact. The coffers of this love have melted away with his departure. The wails and screams could no longer be heeded.
"Inez, who is steadfast dear. This pain will turn into your happiness in the future." My mother's warm embrace instantly broke the debate between my heart and mind.
"Inez, I just want your future to be bright, there will be another love that will heal you. Trust me," Dad coaxed me. It really means nothing. This pile of bodies is helpless and useless when the heart has been broken.
Yes, I just said.
A week ago my father met an old friend who lives out of town.
A week ago they had no idea what to talk about between Father and Father meeting. Long time no see.
A week ago that was what also changed Dad's decisions and views there.
A week ago and even then that was the cause of the destruction of the recesses of the heart and body and soul.
A week ago it was the one who turned my world upside down with the poet of the soul.
A week ago made our knitted threads scattered scattered in the chest.
My father, Riyanto Yulivan, could not possibly go back on his words. Firm, authoritative and immutable decisions that cannot be changed. Better to be embarrassed than to swallow his saliva again.
How dare my father exchange our years of love for just a week's time. Do you guarantee that the rich family is a virtuous person? Isn't it possible that people will change over a long period of time?
Friends with Dad as good as ants with ants, maybe now Dad's friends are like cats and mice. There's a shrimp behind a rock? Become a person who is no longer what it used to be? Who is my candidate? is he a recidivist, is he a bandit, is he a player? Is he loyal? Wrapped in a suit and attractive position in Father's eyes, so that you underestimate this family, as if you need support for excess? is he as good as Arman?.
Not!!! There will be no man as good as Arman, he is the only resident of my heart.
I can't bear to think about it.
My mother asked me to stand up and stumbled this step led to my room. I sat on my soft mattress, the soft caress and caress of mother to my head.
"My son, all will pass. Rest assured your parents will choose the best for you. All for your good, Son Arman is a very good man, but your father is sure there is something better for you, son." My mother's warm touches are not able to warm this body that feels cold and stiff.
"What's the guarantee, Mom? You never even met him, right? How can you be so sure? You don't even know Dad's best friend? The first friend wasn't a friend now. I explained while holding onto fear.
"Don't be so dear, we always pray to Allah for your happiness, all the best for you. Remember the pleasure of Allah Almighty, lies in the pleasure of your parents. Allah's wrath is in the wrath of your parents, so if we are pleased with our decision, Allah will bless your relationship with him." Mother said at length that this was either persuasion or enlightenment.
It's not that easy to understand, even though what my mother said is an absolute truth,
"Get some rest, daughter, your burden will gradually lessen. If you need something, call me, okay? Honey," said my mother while kissing my forehead.
The tears did not subside, they just flowed harder. Can I sleep while my body and soul are struggling??
Now what should I do, what should I say to Liza, Ardy and all my coworkers while very famous Arman and I are a pair of doves that can't be separated.
Arman, where are you now? What are you doing? I wanted to give him a call, but if I called him now would it be a cure or would it increase the wound? No, just let him calm down. The next day I will call.
"Cempling" the sound of my cellphone,
[Inez, you will always be in my heart. Our relationship was forced to end, but no one can force me to stay away from you, if even if I have to be a paper, so that I can always be with you, become your worksheet. I will not let go of my love, not today and never, I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye, I can't look back]
This snippet of messages via smart cellular warms my heart a little. I have felt the dew of relief. Grateful we are still one signal. He gave the news first when I was worried about his condition.
[I knew for sure that was what happened earlier. We must be sure that this love struggle will not stop here, Arman. I'm always with you "Your beautiful Inez"]
Don't forget the Love emote and the predicate that is always listed every time we chat with each other since the first, the first time we made it.
Liza and Ardy tried to contact me many times, but I couldn't answer. An emergency situation like this, even more tears spilled when I picked up the phone. I'm sorry Liza, not now, I'll tell you everything later. Everything is not left, all this time you are the best friend who understands me.
Then I turn off my cellphone,
maybe tomorrow or maybe the day after tomorrow.
Oh, tomorrow is still Sunday. I don't want to meet or talk to anyone just yet.
I also don't know if Monday can come to work or not.
I dunno...
I don't know what I will do after this? After today.
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