“What’s wrong with you, La? Why do you look gloomy?” Arga asked when visiting my house.
“It’s okay.” I replied briefly.
“Someone she had loved for two years came back after repeatedly dumping her.” Kris, my little brother opens his voice.
I glared at him.
How dare the runny boy reveal my secret to others, especially to Arga, someone we just met.
“Is it true? Then, now? Do you take it back, La?” asked Arga enthusiastically.
“What for?” I asked back.
“isn’t he the man you love?”
“Yes, but that was then. Long ago it was his name that I always used in my prayers. But notanymore. My steps to pursue it aren’t as strong as before.” I explained.
“Why is it like that?”
“Because basically a woman’s heart is like a glass. Once it’s destroyed, it won’t be able to return to the way it was.” I replied dramatically.
“Okay, I admit you’re really great, La. You can love him that much and dare to reject his presence that has left too many scars in your heart.” Arga stroked the top of my head gently.
My body froze when he hugged me tightly – occasionally his hand patted my back slowly. And I can’t lie to myself if I’m comfortable in his arms.
“Uhm.” My mother and Kris cleared their throat as if to realize Arga and I were not alone in this place. Arga and I let go of our arms with awkward faces.
“I promise, La, I’ll make you happy with John. Just wait for the time,” said Arga comfortably.
***
Promises are promises that can turn into short. The same as the promise that was spoken from the lips of the man who had the thin beard.
Arga could not keep his promise to make me happy with John because it was Arga and I fell in love with each other.
Yes, I was trapped in an uncertain feeling when I was with Arga. My heart raced fast when the owner of those black eyes looked at me deeply.
Ever my hopes for Arga just broke off when we were on video call and he said if we were enough to be friends, nothing more.
I thought maybe this story will end the same as my story witu Joe where I have to sacrifice my feelings, again.
But my hope come back too bloom when my mother showed me her short message with Arga. My heart jumped with joy when Arga said that he loved me.
He even said that I was very beautiful when we were on video calls. Even though at that time I was covered in sweat because I just played basketball at school.
Oh God, I have never felt this extraordinary turmoil.
I’m too happy because I feel loved by someone I love.
Until then, the moment when Arga came to my house – he asked permission from my mother to take me for a walk in the lake near my house.
Of course my mother allows that.
Arga and I walk side by side.
We sat in lounger near the lake, the atmosphere of the lake is quiet with the sun in march shining around. The trees that grew not far from where we were sitting began to bloom, their fragrance was fragrant – adding to the romance of this atmosphere.
“Ella.”
“Hm.”
“Hey, get used to you staring at the face of this interlocutor.” Arga protested.
I turned my face to look at Arga’s face.
My eyes widened when I found a springy object that had stuck to my lips.
Arga kiss me?
Oh my God, is this just a dream?
Arga took my first kiss.
“Ar…mmppphh…”
I couldn’t continue my words when Arga’s lips started to gently crush mine.
Slowly but surely he crushed my lips gently. I was silent for a long time, finally I dare to return his kiss.
I am quite stiff in returning Arga’s kisses, in my life I have never kissed.
Arga breaks his kiss.
“Arga, I’m sorry, I’m not good at kissing. I…I’ve never kissed.” I admit.
I am very afraid if Arga is angry with me. But what I found was that the man laughed.
“Why?” I asked confused.
“You’re so funny, Ella.”
“What is so funny?”
Arga pulls my waist until our bodies stick.
“I don’t care if you’ve never kissed. So enjoy it.”
I nodded.
Arga brought his face back to me. Our noses stuck together – I could feel his warm breath.
Arga again crushed my lips gently.
With full confidence, I dare myself to kiss him back.
Aww.. what is this? Arga biting my lips?
I explain the kiss.
“What’s wrong?” asked Arga confused.
“Don’t you bite my lips, it hurts.” I replied innocently.
Arga laughed again, this time he laughed louder.
I remained silent as if there was nothing funny to laugh about.
Cup.
Arga kisses my nose.
“Your nose is very flat, La. Different from my very sharp nose.”
I round my eyes.
Did he just tease me?
“Are you teasing me?” I asked did not accept.
“Yes, why?” Arga actually challenged me.
“Just wait, I’ll punish you later,” threaten me.
“How will you punish me?”
I was stunned for a moment.
It is also true what Arga said. How will I punish Arga? While this man was too naughty to be punished.
“Is it like this?” Arga kisses my lips again, he crushes mine – sucks and takes a small bite.
“Ah…”
Damn it! What just came out of my mouth? Did Arga hear it?
I hope he doesn’t hear it.
But I’m late, Arga’s tongue had already slipped into my mouth, absent my teeth until finally our tongues met.
Arga played with my tongue. While I was confused about how to reply.
“Play your tongue, Baby.” Arga whispered with a sexy tone right in my ear.
I obey what Arga said.
I played my tongue with Arga’s tongue. Our tongues danced to eache other long enough that we felt uncomfortable making out in this scorching sun.
Arga and I end our kiss.
“La.”
“Hm.”
“Will you be my girlfriend?” asked Arga.
What is this stupid question? Why is he asking questions with obvious answers?
If I don’t want to be his girlfriend, why would I kiss him?
“Wasn’t the answer obvious when we kissed earlier?” I asked back.
“You accept me? Are we dating now?”
I nodded firmly.
“Yes!” Arga looked happy as he threw his first into the air.
He hugged me tightly, then we walked home holding hands.
It is true that saying, someday someone will be there to erase your past wounds. And now I believe it.
Arga, someone I haven’t known for long is now present in my life. He seemed able to erase the wounds of my past – the wounds of heartbreak and many rejections.
I really believe that Arga is my soul mate and my true love.
My class situation has started to be quiet, leaving only Isti and I who are still sitting in the classroom. I am still loyal to hear the express feeling of Isti about her father who is seriously ill. Not occasionally Isti cried. I rubbed Isti’s shoulder – I felt how sad she was. Moreover, Isti is an only child. “I am very afraid if something happens to my father,” said Isti while sobbing. “Sttt… it’s okay. Your father will be fine.” I said comfortably – though I don’t know myself if what I said was true. All I know is I want to strengthen her. “I’m afraid if my father will die of this disease, La.”
I comb my hair neatly in front of the mirror. Today is a decisive day where it is the pinnacle of my studying so far to get a position as a student in the medical faculty at my favorite university of choice. So far I have been trying my best to keep learning - taking many try outs to hone my academic knowledge. My cell phone is ringing. A smile rose from the corner of my lips when I saw the name of the sender of the message was Arga. Arga: fighting for today, my dear. I bet you can! ❤ My fingers quickly started typing. Me: don't you wanna come to cheer me up? I smeared the pink lipstick on my lips. I smiled to see the reflection of my face in the mirror. Those people are right, my and Arga's faces are very similar. Are we matched? Ah, I hope. Tiiiiinngg.... Arga: I'm having an event at my campus, honey. &n
My parents' faces lit up after hearing the news that one of the private universities in my city is still open for registration for the nutrition science study program. With burning enthusiasm, my papa took me to the test there. "Pray before starting the exam and keep focused on doing the questions yes," said my father giving me support. I nodded firmly, then walked into the exam room, leaving my papa alone in the waiting room. *** I finished the academic test, physical test, and interview test at exactly two in the afternoon. The worms in my stomach had been protesting because of hunger. Luckily my papa is sensitive to take me to his favorite food stall. We ordered meatballs and chicken noodles an
This afternoon I was neat with my knee-length white dress. I smeared the pink lipstick on my lips.Beautiful. Yes, I'm beautiful. At least according to Arga."Where are you going at this time? Usually at 8 pm I just take a shower," Kris said from behind the door."None of your business, Kris. Go on," I said shooing. Huh, that just ruined my mood."Ah, I know now," Kris exclaimed."What?" I asked confused."You're going on a date with Arga, right?" Kris guessed right."If so, why? You're jealous because you don't have a girlfriend?" I teased my little brother."Why am I jealous of someone who is attached?" he replied."You mean?" I asked, not understanding."A person who is dating or married will have two goals in life, namely to God and to their partner. They will be attached to these two goals and I think it is a waste of time. Just like you now, wasting time on someone who is not necessarily your d
Arga and I checked out of the hotel at 11pm. Yes, we didn't stay overnight because we were afraid my parents would scold me.Arga and I arrived home at one in the morning, stuck in traffic along the way."Do I have to go into your house to say goodbye to dad and mom?" asked Arga quietly.""No need. They must be sleeping by now. It's already early morning, I want to go home so I can rest soon," I said while tiptoeing to caress Arga's curly hair.Arga put his lips to mine -- bit my lower lip -- stuck his tongue to be able to dance beautifully with my tongue.Arga's hand ignorantly entered into my bra, playing with my naughty nipples."Why are your nipples so cute, honey?" Arga said with exasperation.Arga's left hand entered my panties, inserted two fingers into my pussy hole. Ah, how delicious the Arga game is .I don't want to lose. I put my hand into Arga's underwear, played his cock up and down.
Cup. Cup. Cup. I squirm when something soft touches my lips three times. I opened my eyes and I found Arga neat in front of my eyes. "What are you doing so early in my bedroom?" I asked lazily. "Did you forget that today is the first day you enter college?" Is it true? I took my cellphone and saw that the screen was still showing six o'clock in the morning. "It's still six o'clock, honey. Still two hours to go and you wasted two hours of my precious sleep," I said lazily. "Get up or I'll punish you?" Arga threatened me. "It's up to you," I replied lazily as I covered my face with a blanket - hoping Arga would come out of my room and not disturb my sleeping hours. But I was wrong. Arga even got into my blanket - his hands started to squeeze my breasts naughty . "Arga, what are you doing so early?" I asked irritably. But Arga didn't answer me. He was engrossed in p
"Finally finished this task!" I exclaimed while tugging at my veins which had shrunk since yesterday due to the multitude of tasks.I saw my face in my cellphone camera. Gosh, that's bad. My eye bags look black because I haven't slept in two days. Damn tasks that make me have to give up my precious sleep hours.My cell phone rang loudly, displaying the name Arga on the screen. Actually I'm still annoyed with him who didn't pick me up at that time. But the worry that he is seeking comfort in another woman's heart is enormous, especially since he doesn't like to be restrained.I shifted the screen marked green and showed Arga's face there."Hi," he said cheerfully."Hm.""What are you doing?""Do you think my face looks like someone who was relaxing on his holiday?" I asked back.Arga laughed at my answer."How many days haven't you slept, La?" asked Arga who understood how tired I was."Two days," I replied.
My cell phone rings loudly, Super Junior's Superman song comes out deafening my ears. Eyes half open, I reached for my cell phone, saw who called me this morning. Really disturbed my precious sleep time. I exhaled when I knew that the caller was Arga. What else did he call this early morning? can't he call me anytime except during my bedtime? Really annoying. I wiped the screen marked green. "Hm," I replied lazily. "Wake you up, sleeping princess. Don't you remember that you have to go to college?" I was shocked, my body immediately sat upright -- my eyes were rounded when I heard the last sentence uttered by Arga. I glanced at the clock on my cellphone. Gosh, it's seven in the morning. In an hour I should be arriving at class. Arga is still rambling on there - I don't know what he's talking about. "Okay, I'm taking a shower now." That was the only answer I gave before hanging up the phone.
"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