ALPENIA (The Cruel Small Town)

Annisa's Grief

Annisa immediately entered her room in a hurry. It will feel very crowded if he continues to be close to the man he once considered as his first love.

Aji followed, "what's wrong with you, baby?" the sap is soft in the doorway on Annisa. Though, his daughter had closed the door tightly, yet he still barged in.

"Ma. Please tell that man, don't go in my room!" pinta Annisa firmly on Silvia who was standing behind her husband.

As if not listening, the man recklessly drove in and sat next to his daughter, "honey-" he stroked the head lovingly.

But immediately, Annisa brushed off the palm that touched her head, and began to run out of patience, "why papa here? It should be in jail!" His cry was full of emotion with eyes that were no longer able to withstand the rain.

Obviously Aji did not understand, his daughter should be happy because she was free and went home to her family.

"I forgot, nowadays what can't be bought with money?" annisa continued with a bitter laugh.

Seeing her daughter is unstable, Aji also chooses to give her time. His arrival was probably too sudden that it left Annisa dumbfounded. After all, he had more important things that became questions in his mind, so it had to be straightened out.

He got up from the soft bed, and took his wife who was waiting at the door of their daughter's room. There was something that the two of them had to talk about inside the sealed room.

The two people stepped into the room Silvia used to use. After it was safe and no eyes or ears noticed, Aji stared intently at his wife, trying to figure out what was going on. He is the kind of guy who is always prejudiced. This time, for example, he suspected that his own wife had doctored their daughter's thoughts in order to hate him.

With her evil gaze, Aji began to dictate to Silvia with slurs of baseless questions and accusations, rendering her helpless.

Silvia had said truthfully, that she had nothing to do with the change in Annisa's attitude that had become stifling to Aji.

"Don't lie, what did you tell him about me?" In a slow but emotional tone, Aji gripped his wife's cheek with her right hand firmly.

Silvia grimaced in pain, her jaw breaking due to the painful treatment of the man she had been married to for twenty years. These years were the worst of his life in the world. Her husband often plays physically, especially raising his hands when he opposes, or disagrees.

It was so wonderful that Silvia left her husband, and lived in peace. But the reason for staying was Annisa, the princess who loved her father very much. However, with his daughter's attitude, now he has a glimmer of hope to breathe the air of freedom from the confines of his evil husband.

***

Circumstances forced Annisa not to linger at home, because she was lazy to see her own father's face. He had not been able to accept the presence of the man who had now become the blacklist in his heart.

Naya greeted Annisa at the door with a flat expression, "just see the news, with a very interesting title. 'Aji Surya Atmaja, free from prosecution, because it was proven not to do corruption'," he concluded with bitter laughter.

Annisa's tongue feels mute, her lips now seem to be attached by themselves, do not want to open. What he had planned in his mind, regarding the words he was about to reveal to Naya, had now evaporated into the air, disappearing from the head.

"Come in," continued Naya, never to remove her flat face.

Annisa also followed. In his heart, he took seriously a strand of words that were ready to be thrown as an apology. Even though he was innocent, his heart still felt necessary.

"His son is a rich man" Naya smiled. "Get out of money, get out of jail. Here sit!" Take Naya to Annisa who is still sculpting, asking her to participate sitting on the butututnya carpet.

"Oh forgot. This is your first time to my house. Sorry, there are no soft kayak sofas in your house or luxury apartment. It's okay if you don't want to sit here, stand up," Naya said, making Annisa swallow. Naya was angry.

Trying to break Naya's opinion of her, Annisa deftly sat down beside her, "gue apologizing" she said softly.

"Huh? Why are you the one who's apologizing, and you're not the one who got your dad out of jail?" Naya still pretends to be friendly. His heart was already sick, trying not to get angry at Annisa. However, his ego only thought about who was sitting next to him, was the son of the person he hated so much.

Naya sees her friend holding back tears, but she makes things worse by saying things that make the girl worse. "Don't pretend to be sad. From now on, you can be daddy's spoiled son again. If anyone bothers you, stay ngadu, right? It's easy and delicious to be lo!" the ketusnya make the water droplets fall on Annisa's cheek.

"Nay. It's up to you to believe it or not, but your feelings with my feelings are the same now. Angry, disappointed, because my father is free from the punishment he deserves. You're angry and disappointed to learn that your father never got justice. Whereas I knew that my father would never learn from his mistakes, and would never regret them, allowing him to make the same mistakes again and again." With all her heart, Annisa tried to make Naya understand.

Not Naya if not firm. Hardheartedness made him blind to the sincerity of the girl who was just as sad as it was.

"sorry. But we'll never be good friends." Tandas Naya got up, and opened the front door of her house. She asks Annisa to leave her reot house. Not wanting to get out of control, do not know what he will do when he let the anger continue to climb until it peaked into his head that was already hot.

With a heavy heart and watery eyes, Annisa leaves Naya's house. His efforts so far to make friends and become better felt to have failed instantly.

Footsteps lead him to the city park, because he did not want to go straight home. Actually, he wanted to go to the house of Ulfa or Iswanti, but after thinking twice, he would only be troublesome and increase their burden not a little. Ulfa with her sister's problem, while Iswanti had complained of not feeling well when she wanted to go home from Ulfa's birthday party.

He tried to calm himself by staring at the cool scenery of the beautiful and diverse flowers and trees that were there. Plus, this time the park is not too crowded visitors, making the mind and ears cold, because it is not disturbed by the crowd.

While busy daydreaming, the unanimous voice of a young man from behind the bench he was sitting on made him a little surprised. The ikbal?