
Kara squeezed her hair as her head throbbed at the thought of the problem. After choosing to fight, the girl flinched in one thing. Bian is the man who hates rejection the most.
Several times Bian refused, Kara survived. But this time the feeling was not good. Bad thoughts began to fill his head. What if the man was angry because this time Kara rejected him again and there would be a rebelling from him again?
And what if Mother Rianti knows?
Her parents and mother Rianti are strong figures who once could not fight Kara.
The girl's body sagged, slumping on the floor. Everyone knows that Kara is the strongest girl, firm and not crybaby. But this time the nickname he received a lot from the man collapsed.
Kara hugged her knees, crying without a sound, more precisely trying to hold that stuffing out. Do not make a sound that will be heard by his family, he should not look weak.
In her tears, Kara thought of many things. How did it get out? How can you make your parents understand? How do I get a little of his parents' attention other than with Baskara?
It had been thousands of times that sentence was entrenched in his mind, but in the end he fell silent and realized that there was nothing he could do.
Kara, you just follow everything as you always have, let it all go. It's okay that you suffer, which is important with the Baskara family, your father and mother will often notice you. Right no? Live it, after all, there is nothing to lose with Abian Baskara, a sole heir to the Baskara company. You'll be happy Kara.
The thought made Kara let out a small sigh and then rubbed her tears. Right, ignoring the tightness she felt, Kara tried hard and thick-faced remembering those words.
Follow groove. Follow destiny.
***
This morning Kara woke up with puffy eyes, thankfully there were no courses this morning. The body feels weak, either the effect of crying overnight or the new effect of waking up.
Deciding to take a shower, Kara wears a T-shirt and shorts afterwards, choosing to sit across the bed rather than go down to eat breakfast.
The girl stared blankly at the tile beneath her for a while, before picking up the phone, contacting Bian. Amazingly, within a few seconds the call was immediately raised.
"Hello? Bi?"
There was no answer across but Kara knew Bian was listening.
Sighing, he said. "Bi, I'm sorry about yesterday, I'm just upset, I don't know why either," Kara paused her sentence. "Bi, I was thinking long last night and I decided, I want to continue your plan for fiancee, I'm ready."
There was a long silence there. "Right, you're serious, aren't you, Ra?" ask the voice is hoarse. "Ra, tonight my family will come, I will be patient until tonight to meet you," Bian's voice seemed excited.
Kara muttered softly. "Yes, I'll wait. I'll tell my family too,"
"Your family was told last night, Ra," I'm Bian. "You know, Ra, I've been really patient all this time with your rejection, so honestly even if you refused yesterday, our engagement would still be going on, Ra" Bian said.
Kara smiled thinly. "Yes, I know. Yaudah, I'm matiin, huh? I haven't had breakfast."
"Jude, let's go, have breakfast first."
And the connection is switched off. Kara moved from the bed, to the kitchen. And his eyes widened slightly seeing his family look complete on the kitchen table.
And something that he had hoped for was accomplished. Both of her parents smiled warmly welcoming Kara. Her mother seemed excited to bring Kara to sit on one of the chairs there.
Kara believes her mother's words are just lies. She was sure that her mother did not even know what she liked or did not. Fried rice rendang? Even Kara just knew the food was there.
But stupidly he, the girl felt a sense of excitement that exploded.
"You know what, Ra? Your mother's spirit is ripe for you, she wakes up so early" Dad glanced at her mother. "In fact, we're not here to eat before you go down." his father chuckled.
"Thank you" the clangs of spoons and plates clashing broke Kara's words. Sandy, her older brother who had been silent since then stared intently at the three people at the table.
"Are you stupid or too naive, Ra?" the sharp speech jerked Kara. "Father same Mother only did this because you will be the future daughter-in-law of the Baskara family, otherwise you will never be seen with them, Ra!"
"Sandy!" scold His Father.
Instead of stopping, the man was burning. "You know when you're a doll just because you want the affection of someone who never even cared about us, Ra! Now you sacrifice your happiness, tomorrow it may be life, but you have to know one thing, whatever happens to you, whatever you sacrifice, no one will care, Ra!" that sentence really pierced his heart. But the girl was still trying not to care about that fact.
"SANDY!"
Sandy, retreating from the dining table, walked out of the house with an annoyed look. The man's car rang out loud and slowly disappeared.
Kara froze at the dinner table, her mother suddenly approached, rubbing her back gently with a smile. "Don't think about your brother's talk, yeah, he must be just upset because you'll be tied to someone else" he said.
His father also agreed. "Betul, you eat a lot, Ra, the Baskara family will come tonight to talk about your engagement to your son" he said. "You are indeed a smart child, knowing his son, you must know that the man is the only heir, in the end you are also useful for this family" said his father who increasingly makes Kara crowded.
"Later, we'll buy clothes for the night and later to the salon to fix your hair" said his mother.
Since long ago Kara wanted to be like her friends, go to the mall together, choose clothes and candidates with her mother. Definitely fun. But when that day came he felt all his fantasies were not the same. It's different.
"Remember, Ra, you have to end up with the Baskara family's son, whatever you do, what's important is, just stick with the kid until you get married, okay?"
The girl looked up, looked at the hard faces of her parents and nodded slowly.
***
***Note:
You guys get into Kara's frustration, don't you? I want you guys to know that.
If you were in Kara's position, what would you do?
A. Persist
B. Blurred
C. Rebellious
D. Suicide is not strong (dark******)