It has been two weeks since Arga ignored all the messages I sent. Even when I went to him, he purposely locked the door tight as if he wasn't there, even though I knew very well that he was there, he seemed to be purposely avoiding me. What is wrong? Did I make a mistake?
"How? Has he seen you?" asked Brandon who was waiting on the motorbike.
I had to ask Brandon to take me to Arga's apartment because no more friends could take me. Becca and Veronie are on vacation in Belgium. Ah, how damn those two of them are on vacation without me While I'm here having to face a big, 24 year old baby who is sulking indistinctly.
I shook my head slowly while lowering my head.
"Maybe he's not at his apartment, La," said Brandon trying to think positively.
I shook my head. "Impossible. John told me if Arga was in his apartmenthe even refused his friends' invitation to go for a walk, "I said. Tears began to fall down my cheeks.
Brandon sighed. "Th
I yawned many times. Mrs. Diana still explains at length about the enzymes in the digestive organs and their respective functions, making almost all students in her class sleepy. Including Becca and me of course. I saw that Veronie was really listening to Mrs. Diana's explanation. The girl even recorded everything that came out of the woman's mouth in full and detail. "What demon possessed you to become this diligent?" I whispered to Veronie. "Shut up, I want to focus on listening. I've been too relaxed. I don't want to be like that anymore. Anyway, this semester I have to get high marks," said Veronie while clenching her fists to encourage herself. "Are you not sleepy?" Becca asked in a whisper. "If you pay close attention, you will not be sleepy," replied Veronie, still focused on listening to Mrs. Diana's explanation. Becca and I were amazed by the diligent Veronie. in my heart always ask when I can study diligently like
"La, wake up, mama has cooked you your favorite food," said my mother while shaking my body.Eyes still sleeping, I got up -- walked towards the dining room.I opened the serving hood on the dining table. Asian food in soup was served right in front of my eyes, the aroma filled my sense of smell which actually made me nauseous.I ran to the bathroom and let out my guts. But still all that comes out is water."La, are you okay?" my mom asked worriedly."I'm fine, Mom. I just caught a little cold," I replied."Are you sure you are all right? Mama is very worried about you, my daughter.""I'm okay, Mom. I'm fine. I'm no longer a five year old kid. Calm down," I replied trying to calm down."Alright, I'm sure you're old enough to take care of yourself. Oh yes, today Mom, Dad, Kris, and Kimberly are going to Switzerland, where Aunt Ling is. Do you still remember Aunt Ling?"Of course I still remember. My mom's sis
"How are you, La?" asked Arga when we were busy making video calls."I'm still very weak. My blood doesn't stop coming out even though it's been more than two weeks. This is the longest menstruation I've ever had," I replied while stroking my still aching stomach."Is your family home?" Asked Arga carefully.I nodded. "They got home last night.""Didn't they ask you why you were sick then?" asked Arga quietly.I shook my head. "They think I'm just sick. So they don't bother about it."I'm grateful that everything is fine again, La. Now you have to rest a lot, La. You can't be tired. You have to really recover first," said Arga.I nodded in agreement with his words."When did you start back in college, LaIt's been two weeks you haven't gone to college, right? "Asked Arga.Indeed I purposely did not go to college because of my weak condition after aborting my pregnancy."I'll start going to college tomorrow,"
It has been a week since Arga has not contacted me, even my social media accounts have been blocked by him. I continued to cry, thinking about Arga who just got away from me. Arga, what's my fault that you got that angry with me? Do you feel that you are unhappy with me who you think is this possessive person? Don't you feel guilty for leaving me, the woman you slept with and was pregnant with your child? Don't you feel guilty for your late son? Tiiingg ... A message came to my smartphone. Could it be from Arga? Excited and full of hope, I quickly opened my cell phone. Becca: Have you sent an assignment to Mr. Malverick? He already asked when you will send your assignment to him. Mr. Malverick said you didn't reply to his messages. My smile faded when I found the fact that the sender of the short message to me was not Arga but Becca. Shit! Why does Mr. Malverick have to give so many tasks when my heart is breaking? It's useless he is h
Mr. Simple's song belongs to Super Junior rang loudly on my phone, forcing my eyes to open. With heavy, I opened my dry eyes because last night I cried. I cried thinking about how to tell the truth about what happened between me and Arga to my parents. Daniel Wu's name was printed on the cellphone screen. She is my cousin who lives in Germany. "What is wrong?" Daniel Wu asked me. "Are you busy?" I asked. "As usual, neither too busy nor too relaxed. What's the matter?" "Can you come here?" "To your house?" asked Daniel Wu in surprise. "Yes." "Are you crazy?" Damn it! My ears were almost deaf from Daniel's yelling at me. "Can't you just go on for a day without screaming? I feel like my eardrums are going to burst from hearing you scream," I grumbled. "Forgive me." "It turns out you haven't gotten away from your bad habit, huh?" "Hey, never mind. What do you want
BRAK! I choked when I heard the sound of falling objects. What is that? I opened my eyes and I found Becca picking up her books which were scattered on the floor. "Are you awake?" Becca asked who I didn't seem to need to answer anymore because she had seen me wake up, right? "Do you want to go to college today?" Becca asked again. I shook my head quickly. Becca hands on her hips while shaking her head. Maybe he was tired of facing me every night who just cried while sipping the vodka that I always kept in his refrigerator. "Until when are you going to cry over that bastard, La?" asked Becca, who already knew why I kept shutting myself up. I shrugged, I don't know. I don't know how long I continue to cry over Arga's departure, the man I really love. "Are you sure you don't want to go to campus today?" Becca asked again. I nodded firmly. "Mr. Malverick will look for you later if you don
I woke up when something tickled my leg. Becca smiled mischievously. It turned out that Becca was the culprit who had tickled me. Damn it! It disturbs my sleep time. "Get up, you have to go to campus now," Becca said. I sat and fell silent. To campus? Oh, yeah, yesterday I told the girl that today I'm going to college -- after all this time I've locked myself up in Becca's luxurious apartment. "Can't I go to campus tomorrowsuddenly my laziness appears again, "I said with puppy eyes. Becca sighed. "You are ... hey, listen to me! There are billions of people in this world who do not get the opportunity to study due to many factors. You have been given that opportunity. But what are you doing. You just wasted that opportunity just because of that meaningless bastard. Rise up, La! You can't go on like this. " Gosh, must Becca be scolding me this early? My ears felt hot to hear her babble this morning. I kicked the blanket that covere
Today I wake up very early, no matter this is a Saturday where I off and do not go to college. Usually I use Saturdays and Sundays to wake up in the afternoon because I don't have to prepare to go to campus. But today is different. at five o'clock in the morning I smell good with my white t-shirt and black jeans. I packed my clothes and utensils into the big suitcase I had brought with me when my parents kicked me out of their house.Today I officially returned home after months I stayed at Becca's apartment. All night Becca and I spent alone together to just cook, watch movies, and chat.Becca walked over to me with her face shabby because she just woke up."Are you sure you want to return to your house today?" Becca asked.I nodded firmly. "Of course. I have reconciled with my family and I have to go back to them, Becca. For months I have been giving you a ride here," I replied.I saw the sad look on Becca's face - as if she couldn't let go
"You shouldn't spend this much money," my mother said."But it's for our Diolinda, Ma," I replied."I know. But you guys don't have to act stupid like this.""Then what should we do, Ma?" asked Arga confused."Just fill this big bag with pieces of paper you -- Ella, you have to go there.""Where?" I asked confused."To where the kidnapper is.""I don't know where the kidnapper is," I replied.My mom slapped her forehead in frustration. "You can call him for the kidnapper's address on the grounds that you're going there to give him the $14,000.""But all I gave was a plain scrap of paper?" I asked.My mom nodded. "If you don't come back within 30 minutes, Arga and Harry will come with the police."My mom's idea is absolutely brilliant. I nodded and immediat
Diolinda has been missing for a week without a trace. The police have searched everywhere in the city, but there is no sign of Diolinda. It's been a week since my mom accompanied me at home to just cheer me up, even though I know that my mom's heart was also broken knowing Diolinda had disappeared. In my sad days because Diolinda disappeared, the terrors reappeared. No, this time it wasn't like that horrible incident. Like this morning, I got a message from a different number. Xxxxxxxx : your daughter was stubborn like you, she was even willing to not eat a bit when I only gave her rat innards. I'm sick of reading that message. I cry. I can't imagine my youngest daughter being forced to eat rat's innards. What a savage human. I keep crying every time I read the message from the kidnapper. He even sent me a video showing Diolinda's current st
The alarm on my cell phone rings loudly. Four in the morning. I forced my eyes open. A strong hand was still wrapped around my stomach. I saw the owner of the stocky hand was still sleeping with his face hiding behind my breasts. I felt strange and surprised at the same time. Why does a husband love his wife's breasts more than his children? When the children can be weaned, the husband cannot. Why? Oh, forget it. As long as Arga only likes my breasts and not other women's breasts, it's not a problem. I slowly let go of his hand and headed for the kitchen. I took a deep breath of the air this morning. It's really cool. It was in this kitchen that the incident two years ago took place. For the past two years I have tried my best to heal my trauma. not easy because that incident has killed my son, even my life is also in danger. I smile. I am very grateful to have Rosemary, Diolinda, and Arga who always accompany me during m
Please hold on for mommy, my beloved son. Please stay alive. I'm sure you're very strong. I'm sure you're a great kid.***After hours I was unconscious (said Arga), I opened my eyes. The white room smelled of ethanol immediately greeted me. I saw Arga -- my husband was sitting beside me with his head down and his hand still holding my right hand. Looks like he fell asleep.I stroked his curly hair with my left hand until he woke up. Arga blinked a few times."Are you awake, La?" asked Arga in disbelief.I smiled and nodded.Arga pressed the bell on the right side of my bed. A doctor came into my treatment room and was surprised to see me who had woken up from my 'long dream'.The doctor checked my body, starting from the eyes, pulse, and heart rate."When did your wife wake up?" the doctor asked Arga."Just now," replied Arga."Your wife's condition has started to improve. But you have to keep her in
I saw Arga was neat with his black shirt and black jeans."Are you going to the shop now?" I asked as I handed him a plate of Arga's favorite waffle for breakfast.Arga nodded. "Today Harry started working on me," Arga replied as he shoved the waffle pieces into his mouth.I smiled happily. It's been two months since Arga's business has grown rapidly and it's been two months since Arga has banned me from working again. It's because I'm seven months pregnant. like when I was pregnant with Rosemary and Diolinda, Arga forbade me to work and better stay at home. It sucks."May I come with you to the shop?" I asked hoping this time Arga would allow it.However, my man again still wouldn't allow it."You're pregnant, honey. Rosemary and Diolinda should be home with you," said Arga.I put my puppy eyes on -- hoping that Arga would melt. But the truth is not. My man is so stubborn and undeniable."I bought a friend for you, right
I woke up when the sun had touched my skin.I stretched and opened my eyes. I lazily reached for my phone on the nightstand to see what time it was.Gosh! It's now 7:30 in the morning.I glanced to my left, there was no Arga. Where is she? are my daughters awake?I quickly got up from my bed. But just as I stood up, my head hurt so bad that I had to walk while holding onto the wall so I wouldn't fall.I saw Rosemary and Diolinda watching TV in the living room. While Arga is busy cooking in the kitchen."Why haven't you showered yet? Don't you guys have to go to school today? Honey, why do you look so relaxed? Why didn't you wake me up?" I kept nagging.Arga smiled. He kissed my lips briefly. "Honey, today is a holiday. Did you forget?"My face flushed with embarrassment. How could I forget that today is a holiday? Oh
I still walk around this house with amazed eyes. The person who designed this house must have been a great architect."Can we go back to the stall now?" asked Arga while embracing my waist affectionately. I don't know where he came from."I want to see our bedroom," I said.Arga took me up the stairs to the second floor. There are two doors. Arga opened one of them.I blinked in disbelief when I saw what was in the room. Blue king size bed with wide windows showing plants that are intentionally decorated to propagate on the side walls of the room to add to the beauty of this house."Is this our room, honey?" I asked.Arya nodded firmly."I like it," I said again in awe.Arga smiled. "Thank you, Honey.""I'm the one thanking you, Honey. You've fought everything for me and our two beautiful daughters," I said."You are the woman behind my success. You are the reason for me to be able to fight again. Thank you, my da
"Mom, I want to talk to you," said Rosemary suddenly one afternoon.What is wrong? My eldest daughter seems to have something important to talk about.I took off my glasses. I looked at my eldest little girl. I smile. "What is it, my daughter?" I asked."Mom, dady and you don't need to accompany us to school anymore," Rosemary said diplomatically."Why, Baby? Don't you like it? Are you ashamed to have parents like us?" I asked pretending to be sad."It's not like that, Mom." Rosemary looked panicked.I smile. It seems my daughter thought I thought she was ashamed to have parents like Arga and I."Mommy was just joking, Honey. What's wrong? Why can't dady and I wait for you to go to school?" I asked."Mom, dady and you have to work right? And I know it's all for Diolinda and I. So Diolinda and I agreed to ask mommy and
"Mommy, wake up. Mommy, wake up."My dream was shattered when I felt something shake my bed, especially the voice of a small child which I clearly knew whose voice it was. Who else but the voice of my eldest daughter -- Rosemary.I opened my eyes. That's right, Rosemary has been beside me. She smiled sweetly. Her chubby cheeks seemed to expand. I glanced to my right. Arga is still fast asleep with his hands still wrapped around my stomach."What's wrong, Baby? Why did you wake me up so early?" I asked with sleepy eyes."Mommy, have you forgotten that today is Diolinda and I's first day at school?"I suddenly changed my position which was all lying down to sitting. My eyes widen when I heard Rosemary's words.Sure enough. Isn't today Rosemary and Diolinda's first day of school?"Honey, wake up. Honey, wake up." I shook Arga's body wh