Believe me, I'm Still Sacred

Chapter 5. Unusual

POV Reyndra

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I was just an adopted son in the Calabrian family, but for a long time this family never treated me like an adopted son. Both my parents, mama Diana and papa Bram loved me very much. Despite having Selina, my sister is none other than their biological child. There was no different treatment from them for me even after his presence.

Their love remains the same for me. In addition to my loving mother and father, Oma, Aunt Amayra and Satria also consider me like their own child, if there is anything to Zayn and Zahwa. I must have been the one to mediate them. I am the most mature of my siblings, my parents said.

"Rey, please persuade Zahwa with Zayn! They fight again." said aunt Amayra every time I'm in charge of divorce.

"Yes Aunt" I replied with a smile.

I always managed to make the atmosphere calm. My calm attitude, maybe makes everyone think of me as a mature person. Mom and Dad often say that too.

I didn't feel like I graduated from my studies abroad after almost 3 years of education. I won my title pretty quickly. I returned to Indonesia, I can't wait to meet all my family members to tell you the good news. The plan is I will inherit my papa company, but my intention is only for a while. After all I was self-conscious, I had no blood ties to them. The Calabrian company, is more entitled to Zayn than I am.

I went back quietly to the house without telling my family, not forgetting I brought souvenirs for all of them. Especially for my sister Zahwa, I brought her a lot of souvenirs. Yeah, I love Zahwa very much. Besides being cute, she is also adorable and every time I talk to her I feel comfortable. Really, among all my family, I can't wait to see Zahwa. How is he doing now after 3 years of not seeing each other? The last time I saw him was still a short-bodied Junior High School kid, maybe now he's in High School.

That night I reached the house of Calabria, a house that had given me a lot of family warmth. I quietly entered the house by the way that was slipping through the back door, with the key I had. I intend to give my family a surprise.

"I think they're sleeping. Yes, tomorrow is a surprise. I'm also sleepy.. hoaaamm..." I walked towards the room that I used to occupy. In my heart, tomorrow I will go to the house of aunt Amayra and om Satria, to meet Zayn and Zahwa.

But it seems I have to undo my intention to go there. When my attention was directed to a beautiful woman, sleeping on my study table. Huh huh? Why is he there?

I approached the beautiful woman who was wearing sleeping pajamas and without the hijab on her head. His black hair was unraveling long, making himself look even more beautiful at eye sight. Salivaku went up and down to see her, Masya Allah.

"Zahwa?" I never thought that this woman was Zahwa.

I'm sure when I saw his face, he was Zahwa. My cousin's sister, it turns out she's grown into an amazingly beautiful teenage girl.

I don't know what kind of demon possessed me, I close my face to his sleeping face. I kissed her lips briefly. Maybe Zahwa's lips haven't been touched by anyone, I'm the first.

There was a sweet and warm taste when my chewy thing set on her pretty lips.

Astagfirullahaladzim! Wh-what am I doing? Am I crazy?! Yeah, maybe this kiss is a kiss baby. I thought in my heart!

After that, I worked at the Calabria company and helped papa grow his business. Although my real ambition is to become a lecturer. But, for the sake of my father and for the sake of this family, I became the President I did not like.

One day Aunt Amayra asked me to pick up Zahwa and Zayn at her school. Yes, Zayn and Zahwa are already in 3rd grade High School. Zahwa looks so mature, he is an adult.

I waited in front of the school where Zahwa and Zayn were studying, 15 minutes before the bell rang. Not long after, I saw the figure of Zahwa who managed to make me tremble again. Damnit damnit! My heart beats again like this every time I see Zahwa. My blood rippled violently, whenever the girl's existence was in front of my eyes.

As I was about to walk closer towards Zahwa, I saw a man in a gray-white, handsome-looking uniform approaching him. He carried a letter to Zahwa, with a friendly face as usual. Zahwa took the letter. I don't know what they were talking about, before long the man left with a blushed face of embarrassment.

"Zahwa!" call me.

"Sister! How come you're here?" zahwa asked with her frown. His eyes of plain money were staring at me, his head looking up.

"Ish...who is dating?" deny Zahwa with pursed lips, making himself more cute.

"Whose guy was that?"

"My lady,"

"Keep that's what?" my lyrics are in the letter Zahwa's hand.

"No, it's nothing! Hehe..." Zahwa hid the letter behind his body.

"Haahhh, yes, let's get in the car. Uh, where's Zayn?" I ask you who did not see the existence of Zayn there.

"Sister Zayn there's an extra lesson, brother! So I'm told to go home first."

"Yes, come on. I'm not coming home."

Zahwa and I got in the car, and I gasped into a restaurant. I did plan to take Zahwa to lunch first. Surely his cousin's sister was hungry just coming home from school.

As usual I spoiled him by ordering his favorite ice cream, fried chicken which became his favorite food. Glad my heart saw her smiling happily, my heart was happy too.

Until one day, I realized that my race was not an ordinary taste. Not only do I consider Zahwa to be my cousin's sister, but she's more than that in my heart. It was proven when I tried to date some women, but my relationship always ran aground. Because only Zahwa is visible in my eyes. I'm getting jealous of him texting Raihan in Egypt a lot. My chest is getting tight, I know I don't think I should have it. I finally decided to leave my house and go to Singapore on business. Thinking I could forget her with this departure of mine. But one day when I heard that Satria had died in a car accident, I went home briefly to Jakarta and comforted the grieving Zahwa. I hugged the girl, saying words that might calm her down. After Zahwa and all my family started to calm down, 1 month later I returned to Singapore. As my race towards Zahwa grew, I settled in Singapore for 3 years.

Really am! I feel guilty for papa, mama, Aunt Amayra and Satria. And everyone I love. What would they say if they all knew I had this kind of feeling for Zahwa? At that time I knew myself enough, until...

"Ray? You still live in Singapore, son? Can you please go home first? Just a week." asked mama Diana to me, by phone.

"What's up, Ma?" I heard a strange mother's voice. "Did something happen? Mama, papa, Oma, sick? Or.." My mind went straight to nowhere, while my unusual mother called me. Today he asked me to go home.

"No Rey, we're in good health. This is all about Zahwa" my mother replied.

The zahwa? What's wrong with her? I asked my mother directly. Could it be something about Zahwa?

"Zahwa why ma? Is he sick?" I'm anxious.

"Rai, Zahwa your sister is getting married. So, you should go home, son."

Astagfirullahaladzim!

I screamed in surprise, hearing my mother's answer. What say? Zahwa is getting married? My body immediately sat on the bed, I trembled violently. I dropped my phone accidentally on the floor.

REALLY IS!

My heart is like it's heartbroken to hear that the woman I still love is about to marry another man.

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