Cracked Pearls

Fiesta

My body suddenly trembled.

How'this?

I will definitely humiliate this family with my alakadar appearance. I'm a little sorry I didn't follow what Aunt Maria said to wear the dress she gave me. But I also can't ignore my feelings.

Slowly and rigidly, I rewind my legs step by step. Before anyone could see, I turned around to get away from the place as soon as possible. Towards my room - that's what I was thinking.

However ....

BRUGGS

My body accidentally collided with someone's field chest.

“Tiara!”

I looked up quickly. “Om.”

“You why run?” ask Om Krishna with wrinkles on the face. “The conversation will start soon. Come there with Om.”

How should I respond. People like Krisna obviously wouldn't care about my appearance. In her eyes I must have stayed the same, even if it hadn't turned into Cinderella tonight.

“But, Om-”

“Udah, come!”

He held my shoulder without a burden. Take me to a party in the back garden.

I'm getting rattled. How does Aunt Maria's response to my little mutiny as well as Chelsea's views?

I'm afraid!

Finally my footsteps pulled over. Only a short time after I escaped earlier, things were already very lively. Many guests came from the direction that had been set.

I daresay I dare not lift my face. Even to just stare at the flickering lights on display in each corner of this park. Krisna had passed away to meet his guests. I'm getting confused as to what to do.

“Tiara!”

Aunt Maria's Voice!

Nah!

God ... how is this?

“T-Tante!” sahutku.

The beautiful and kind-hearted middle-aged woman began to draw closer towards me. “You why not wear that Aunty dress earlier?!”

My tongue is like a pinch. It was hard to even at least say sorry.

“Sayang .. don't tell me anymore, if you don't feel pantes! Aunty doesn't like those words!” He started to nag.

“Tiara, you are so shy, yes! This is my show! My welcome home from Japan!” Chelsea's voice is crashing. He knew he was standing next to Aunt Maria with his arms crossed and his look of disgust stabbed me.

“Ma-sorry, Chelsea,” my words are shrouded in guilt.

Chelsea slumps, “Sorry, sorry! Camp, aja village!”

“Chelsea!” Aunt Maria rebukes. “Jaga your talk!”

“I said what it is, Ma!” Chelsea hit back. “He is not in our midst. Mama and Papa are too good for him!” He passed away with a face of wrath to me and was disappointed in his parents.

In the end I knew, Chelsea showed her own fangs. My restless feeling during our first meeting, the impression and the way he looked at me, this was the answer.

I realized, some of the gazes were now pointing at me. I'm like a fallen banana tree, no longer useful.

“Sorry, Auntie! I'll go to the room first.”

I passed quickly in front of them. Doesn't want to show face to inappropriate circumstances that are clearly embarrassing.

“Tiara!”

I sobbed in pain among the haphazardly rhythmic quick steps. The shadow of the empty bed had already filled the head. I'll spill everything in there after this.

But again, my intention was forcibly restrained. The sound of a thud indicates something has just collided.

Like time was playing me. I hit someone's chest again.

Could it be Om Krishna again? I guess. But if it is, I don't want to look up. In addition to saying the word sorry repeatedly with a face snarl hide my appearance. Embarrassed by the inappropriate tears in a time like this. I decided to run without seeing who it was.

However ....

GREBB

One hand was pulled back which automatically made my body also turn around, then collided hard with the body-again. Form a position like hugging. Reflexes looked up at the owner of the face, I widened my eyes later.

He's not Krishna!

“Kok cry?” The figure asked with a frown.

While I was still dumbstruck like a fool staring at him with my mouth slightly open.

“Hey! Hello!”

Then it was awakened by the flick of his hand in front of my face. “Ma-sorry. Wh-who are you?!” tanyaku. While one hand was still tightly grasped by this stranger.

She smiles. “I Sagara. You, who?” He confessed and asked.

For a moment I was silent. Making sure that I don't even understand what that means. “A-me ... Ti-Tiara,” reply I was honest in the end.

“Wow! What a pretty name. As beautiful as or--”

“Woy, Sagar!” A cry of call from the door I had just passed, suddenly diverted my gaze and cut off the speech of the man named Sagar, whom I could already guess would shape what it would be.

“What the hell, Jan?!” Sagar grunting. My wrist had been released without him noticing. The man's attention was now shifted to the figure who had called him. And here's my chancethe chance to escape, before a lot of things happen again the next second.

This luxurious staircase that swirls elegantly I tread fast. To the door of my room at the very end of the second floor.

The door was quickly pulled in and locked.

Aunty Maria and Om Krishna could not have come. They must have been busy and mingled among the guests who had come.

In the sense of being touched by the tempest, I put my glass face on the bottom of the pillow. Crying is fragile because fate is not as wise as I thought. My mind drifted to meet my father's warm face, the smiles of Bu Saida and Mr. Nandar, as well. Last point, I hate to admit it. But that's the truth.

To the point where time passed, I had no time to draw up consciousness. But what feels right now, the situation is quite quiet. No more the sound of the music that was deafening the ears. Scroll the alarm clock that stands on the table, at 23:35. Apparently for a long time also I struggled in chaos and kisruh my race because of the incident.

The next minute, I recalled about the schoolwork I had neglected to do just for half the time which eventually brought me down.

I got up and walked towards the bathroom located at the right end of this room. Wash the messy face to make it feel a little fresh.

Just two steps past the bathroom door, the sound of knocking on the door rang out loud.

“Tiara! A tiara! Open, Son. Same time Auntie wants to talk!”

For a moment I froze. I wonder if the door is good for me to open or not.

But ... That's Om Krishna.

He's the price of dying in this house. So was I who was in the shade of his protection. Should I think of my race as one-sided after so many things they have done for me, just because my stupid dress I don't wear is also the sharp word of a Chelsea man?

CLAMPS

Until finally, I turned the key and the door opened.

The anxious faces of Om Krishna and Aunt Maria were repelled with guilt.

No, God!

They're not wrong.

But I'm the stupid one!