BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

35. Ken's Confession

"Why silence? You can't answer, Ken? Oh, so you just want to make fun of me. Aye, right? Not funny! You are really evil! I know, I'm not the kind of girl you like, like Monika or Binaca, am I? But there's no need to tick like this. Wicked!" I almost cried, if there were no one else but the two of us, maybe the tears would have been shed.

Why, Ken? Why are you keeping quiet?

”Have you ranted it?" ask Ken. "If you had been kosher, I would have pinched both of your cheeks. You are really adorable. After asking a question, instead of giving the person being asked a chance to answer, he continues to be in droves with unreasonable accusations.

Who said my dream girl was like Monika or who was it? A bianca? God, my face I can't remember. There's-there's you, Ra.

You remember, a few days ago, when I invited you to my house, it had a purpose. I want to introduce someone to you. That's mom. Just so you know, what kind of person my mother is.

Rara, you know, I always wished I could knit a wedding like my mom and dad's.

My father was a lucky man, according to his confession and who I saw for myself. You know, the source of her luck and happiness is my mother. Simple girl, saliha, but very smart like you. My mother was the one who was always on the side, behind me sometimes even if needed in front of me.

You know, when we first met, I felt like there were already vibes here. On my chest. When you say you don't like gossip, especially about your boss. You are also the one who so straightforwardly helped me understand some things that I could not understand even though Mr. Pras had tried to explain as much detail as possible.

Rara, if you ask why I love you? I also don't know what the exact reason is. But obviously, when you were next to me, I felt so comfortable. It feels like I will also be safe when sailing with you in sailing the household heresy.

I'm sure you'll be a strong bulwark to protect my heart from love that is not lawful. About Monika or any other woman, I don't care about them Ra. This is the first time I've expressed love and wanted to get married with such confidence in a woman. Before, those who came begging for love for me, Ra.

My relationship with Monika ended a few months ago. I'm not interested in talking about him, Ra. Because he is not someone special. What is the use of a beautiful face if you can not keep morals. I want to have a good wife, so that my son's right to a good mother can be fulfilled. I know I'm not a perfect man, but I'm sure my life will be perfect with you, Ra. Is that enough reason?"

Now I'm the one who's silent, re-digesting Ken's confession. Is this true? I didn't listen wrong, or was this real, or just a dream? Again I was confused. An Arif who used to choose Bianca, why did Ken who was far above Arif even choose me?

"Ra, you're the one who said you don't like gossip? Then should we discuss the disgrace of others here? I just want to emphasize that if I like you, I intend to marry you, Ra. Now, let me figure out a way to talk to your parents to get permission to marry you. There's no need to think about anything you don't need to think about, Ra. Your job is to try to grow love for me. The rest, forget it!" added Ken.

Ken, do you know, I don't need any effort to cultivate love for you, because by itself it has come, into this heart without my permission. But everything's like a dream, Ken. Is it this easy, after what I've been feeling all along. Is this really real, Ken? Did ya? Or maybe this is just my illusion?

Slowly, the originally glazed net began to crack. Then the clear circle flowed profusely on the cheeks. I don't know why it should flow, but this heart should be happy. Don't I have the same feelings as Ken. Ahhhh, why is it so strange that his name is love.

"Ra, why are you crying? Are you angry, or don't like to hear my confession? Ra, believe me, I speak honestly from my heart. I will try to learn to be the best for you. Can you, right Ra? Don't cry anymore, I asked Ra. I can't see you crying. Enough other men have made you cry. I don't want to be a part of them. I want to be the one to bring happiness to you, Ra. Can, right?" Ken looked panicked, trying to silence me.

Ken walked right behind me. His face was regretting. Maybe he was scared because it made me cry. But these tears are not because of you, Ken. I was just confused how I felt about myself, not because I didn't like it or wasn't sure but I felt like it was a dream.

Just imagine. It was only a few months that a common man was dumped, then it became months of papa anger. Suddenly now, someone who was economically far above Arif came to declare his love. Am I worthy?

"Ken, stop here." I said.

"Why Ra?" ask Ken, sidelining his car.

"I want to eat there first while calming down."

"I'm with ya?"

"No need. The cafeteria is very close to the office. There must be a lot of office kids eating there too."

"Yes already. But don't cry anymore Ra. If there's anything, talk to me about Ra."

"Yes." I rushed downstairs, then into the tavern I was fussing at.

The atmosphere is deserted. Maybe because lunch is over. I ordered a glass of avocado juice. Then sit while staring at the streets that are still crowded by vehicles, be it a motorbike or car.

"Oh my God, what do I have to answer?" I'm really confused.

Ken, do I really deserve you? Our social status is different. Then your parents. Are they really able to accept me? I'm afraid, after giving you a chance, it turns out your parents disagree. While my mom was hoping. I couldn't see my mother disappointed a second time.

Ken, do you know, mama has often felt disappointment in her life. I don't want to be a disappointment anymore. I just want to give happiness. It's enough yesterday that I blinded my mother crying, no second time.

I'm sorry Ken. Sorry