ARAKAS

Chapter 53

After curling up for some time next to the trash can in front of Grandma Ingrid's house, Ara stood up. He saw the people who came to the party start coming home. Indeed, he had been sitting there for a long time, until the house was quiet until he realized

Ara's legs suddenly limp. He twisted his body and had to lean in the trash can so as not to

fall over. What did her grandmother say...? Not a real child...? Himself?

He felt dizzy, as if all the blood in his body was being absorbed out. His hands were cold and besides he could not feel anything. Tight shoulders. Her chest is heavy. His lungs don't want to work. He can't breathe.

His head feels foggy. Can't think of anything. Blurry views. Can't see anything.

Ears buzzing. Can't hear anything.

He turned around slowly, walking back inside the house in a daze. No one in the house saw him enter the room. Ravel's sister isn't there yet. Either still talking to Inggrid's grandmother or where, of course, the man was not in the room.

Ara tried hard but her legs were too limp to support her and she fell to the floor of the room.

His head was propped against the wall of the bed. His eyes stared blankly.

She's not a real daughter...

Not the real daughter... Her papa... Her mother... Even brother...

Those words kept swirling in his head. Then many things sprung up in his memory. His father once said his mother shouldn't have brought him to the house. He should have never been in that house, not been raised by them. Finally the ambiguous sentence that is always said, which had made him confused answered already. His father said that not only because he hated him, but because he was not his own son.

Now Ara understood why Brother Ravel also kept being cold to her. It seems that because they did not have a blood relation once and he had caused his mother, did not his mother Ravel died. Although not directly. Ravel's sister always acted cold and kept her distance. His worst, even rare, almost never came home because there he was.

He used to not know why they had to overdo it like that away from him, now everything was suddenly clear. Why did he realize it now?

Why should he be the one who is having problems like this?

Ara pressed her palm against her chest. Be ill... So hurt. Upon noticing the movement from the door, he quickly got up onto the bed and covered his entire body with a blanket.

Ara really can't see even looking at Brother Ravel right now

He won't be able to. Better to avoid it first. He tried to hold back the crying.

Ravel herself continued to stare at the girl without any intention of taking her eyes off her in the slightest. He wanted to talk, wanted to be angry because Ara did not hear his words to stay away from Karrel, but did not. Ara's mood must have been bad as well, the girl was clearly avoiding her. Ravel sighed, and laid herself on the sofa. His wounds have been treated. Inggrid's grandmother told Pascal to take her to the doctor earlier.

When he returned to Jakarta, Ara did not say a word. During the trip he remained silent. Ravel didn't even know what to say. He just drove without saying anything. Just this time Ravel felt lonely.

Usually, even though he does not talk, Ara will always fuss with stories and even strange questions that he throws. Ravel felt the girl was a little different today. Ara was more silent. Not happy as usual.

What's wrong with his sister? Was it because of last night's trouble? Was the girl angry that Ravel was fighting with Karrel? Even until Ara's house immediately locked herself in the room.

Ravel stunned. What's with Ara?

"You're back?"

ravel's gaze moved to Tristan which emerged from the direction of the kitchen. In the morning Tristan was in the house. He was sifting through some items recently purchased by Ravel's agency staff for a fan meeting later which will be held shortly after noon.

"How about you having a party at your grandmother's?" tristan asked while focusing on picking things up in large doses.

Ravel chose to sit face to face with her manager. Forget about the matter with Ara for a moment. He remembered that there was work this afternoon. But his face was hurt. An actor if injured, especially in the face is a serious problem.

"The party's normal, but it looks like you'll have to figure out a way to postpone the afternoon event."

Tristan instantly stopped his busyness and raised his face staring at Ravel.

"What does.." the man did not continue his sentence when he saw the wounds on Ravel's face. What the hell is this?

"You fighting?" tanyakanya. Isn't that friend out of the party? Why go back and forth even become battered like this. There are many more injuries. It is hard to cover with make up. How about a fan meeting later this afternoon? Tristan's head is getting dizzy. He saw Ravel just silently not intending to answer his question.

"What's going on? Any reporters filming you?" ask Tristan again. This time Ravel shook her head. Only her cousins, grandmother, sister and mother Karrel knew what happened to her and Karrel. No one should have seen it, let alone recorded it. No journalists came.

Tristan let out a breath. He had to cancel the show this afternoon.

"Yes, I'll try to talk to the office. You rest first, the day after tomorrow there's still filming." Ravel nodded her head. He is happy to work with Tristan. Tristan is a mature and understanding man. He was lucky Tristan was willing to be his manager.

"Oh yeah, where's Ara? He didn't come with you home?" tristan's gaze went around looking for Ara's whereabouts. When Ravel and Ara entered, she was focusing on things so she did not have time to see Ara enter her room.

"In the room," Ravel said, leaning on the back of the sofa while kneading her temple plan. He recalled the change of Ara. His mood deteriorated.