BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

17. Meet Arif

I've been social in the park behind the office. Then sit alone on the bench facing our office. There is no one here but me because this park actually only functions as a lung for the surrounding office buildings.

Meanwhile, Brother Gita and my three best friends were already hiding not far from where I was sitting. So you can avoid ikhtilat.

"Ra," a voice broke my daydream.

"Riff." I said.

He sat in front of me, glancing left and right. Probably worried in case I bring a friend. Let it go, I don't care.

"What do you want to say, Ra. Straight away. I don't have much time because I'm busy." he said.

"Yes, I know you're busy. You want to get married, right?" my question, a bit furious also with his attitude which is now suddenly arrogant.

"Yes Ra. I'm getting married to Monika."

So hurt. I admit, I already have a love for him because yesterday was sure to marry Arif so that the seed of love that I started planting. But now, he plucked it so violently that it left a scar.

"How does the story say you can have a plan to get married on the same day as our wedding plans, when you just canceled our wedding plans two days ago?" I immediately asked him to save time because he was uncomfortable with Arif's arrogant attitude. "You didn't want me, did you?"

"It's important for you to know? What matters is that we have nothing to do now, Ra."

"But I need an explanation because after you undo everything, there's a lot of chaos you leave without any accountability. I deserve to know anyway."

"I have an affair with Monika, Ra."

"meaning?"

"Yes when we ta'aruf, Monika was present, then I chose her."

"Why didn't you tell me from the beginning?"

"I'm still worried, Ra."

"Worry?"

"Yes, I'm afraid of hurting you."

"But the truth is you've done everything Rif. You threw shit in my face and my family, especially Mama!"

"I'm sorry Ra."

"Why did you do everything? What's my fault, Rif?"

"Ra, you're not wrong. It's just that I can't lie that my heart's leaning toward Monika."

"You mean?"

"Sorry Ra, but even men for sure if offered a choice between you and Monika, would definitely choose Monika, right? She's beautiful, Ra. Very pretty even. I was worried that I would be in a state of khilaf after marrying you but it turns out that my heart still thinks about Monika.

I can't lie to myself, Ra. I'm just trying to be honest. Than we force marriage, and then because we can not stand the temptation of Monika until an affair arises.

You know Ra, what's it like to be a broken home kid? I don't want my kids to feel the way you feel Ra. That's why I'm trying to be honest. I know the world will certainly berate you, but this is the best life choice in my opinion. Than regret later. Yeah, right!" arif.

Plaque. A slap floated onto Arif's cheek. I'm not the one doing the cause until now still trying to digest Arif's words just now that feel pierced my heart.

"You're less aj**Rif!" said sister Gita, after slapping a slap on Arif's cheek.

"Sir Gita!" he nodded while holding his cheek.

"He Rif, it's me and I've heard all your excuses. Yesterday you said because Rara is too good, it turns out because you yourself can not resist lust. If you like Monika from the beginning, why are you approaching Rara?" Brother Gita snapped at Gita's sister.

"Sorry sister, I didn't know that Monika also had feelings. He just said it two weeks ago" Arif said. "I'm also in a dilemma, brother, let alone marriage."

"Here is your excuse. That's the Rif test. You should have held it. You think Monika is better than Rara!" said Brother Gita.

"Kok Kak Gita compared Monika to Rara anyway?" Arif did not accept.

"Because I'm sure Rara is much better than that bule girl!" gita spoke with conviction. Understandably, he himself handled the project with Monika.

"Eh, brother Gita objective dong, Monika is far everything compared to Rara. You cheated on Ra. Come bring troops like this. Want some revenge? Without you Ra, a mediocre face, can not dance, the ancient look is pretentious. You're not pretty, Ra. I got close to you too because seeing your career seems good. If you only rely on beauty, you're not my type!" arif. "Added your messy family. There is nothing to be proud of. Slam you in comparison to Monika!"

Plaque. Plaque. Two slaps drifted to Arif's right and left cheeks. Still I'm not the culprit. But Risa. Yes, Risa. My most feminine and calm friend.

It had never been imagined before that he would dare to slap Arif. But Arif's words have really gone too far. Even Aya and Dini who were preparing to attack Arif were shocked to see Risa.

"You're really mean, yes Rif. Unilaterally canceling a marriage is wrong. Plus cheating. Now even insult Rara. Aware of the Rif, who do you think you are? Just ordinary people who have nothing. Motorcycle in butut. Eating often owes. What are you proud of Rif? Nonexistent.

At least we can figure out your true guise of the Rif. Don't ever pretend to be a Brotherhood again or I'll teach you a lesson!" said Risa.

"Belvin. The important thing is that I can replace the best. Beautiful and rich!" Arif is still arrogant.

"You'll be sorry, Rif!" added Aya who was impatient to float a raw bogem into Arif's face.

But before that all happened, Arif hurriedly ran away while cursing. He must have been very upset over the treatment of Gita and my friends.

Not pretty. Not rich. The family is not harmonious. Those words kept ringing in my mind. Then without permission, the grains flowed profusely down the cheeks. Slowly turned into a bit of a fuss.

Aye, right. I'm not pretty. I'm just a regular girl with a very simple face. Let alone dandan, makeup equipment alone does not have. My clothes are too late because I don't really like shopping.

Actually I have more than enough money to shop like other friends, but because I'm used to living simply. In addition, my mom has a lot of clothes that are not used, plus it does not like shopping and grooming like girls my age, be my style like this. What is.

Then about wealth, there is indeed not a single wealth that I have other than the motorbike that I usually wear.

While the family that is not harmonious has long been I lakoni. But despite growing up as a child victim of divorce, I felt no less affection from my mother. Then why is it still blasphemous?