Cracked Pearls
About Impropriety
The cold night air couldn't help my tight feeling of tying up like a noose. Nandan kept talking about an apology that felt too careless for me to hear.
Can I tolerate what he's doing?
My feelings only cost her parents colossal rules. He had no shield even to simply dispel and let me be by his side as someone worthy.
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The sound of a knee thump docked under the grass of the hotel courtyard garden, gave me a shock.
Nandan knelt in front of me. Lowering his high price as a man. The face looked up at me with soft pus. A pair of my hands were even held in his hand for the sake of launching classic statement stanzas.
“I want to bang everyone, Mut. I want to fight whatever Papi's arrangement. But I don't have the guts! I'm weak! I'm stupid!” his speech was full of regrets. “I still love you, Mutia.” His face he led to look down, as if down there he could spit all his worries.
I thrashed to pull my hand. “Please your hand, Nandan! You shouldn't be like this! This is our engagement! They must all be nyarii-”
I haven't had my story done ....
“NANDAN!"
The sound of a call filled with emotion sounded shocking the night air that was running.
We-me and Nandan, turned simultaneously towards him.
“Papi!” Nandan got up quickly with the trunk of his eyes.
“What are you doing?!” The man walked quickly closer towards us. His cruel face had nothing to say about forgiveness. “You want to humiliate Papi, huh?!” it was on Nandan. The old man then looked towards me. His sharp and cruel gaze was unsheathed in hatred immeasurable by anything. “And you .. cheap girl-”
“Pi!” Nandan rebuked as a form of defense against me.
“Shut up!” spray the Papa again. “Women like this you want to make the choice to fight Papi?! Even the sky cursed for it, Nandan!”
Nandan was aghast when his eyes widened again. An angry voice escaped heard dispelling the father's words, “Papi outragealun! Pearls aren't that low, Papi!”
While I've been sobbing. Nandan's papal sentence is too ripped 'not using the brain.
Is that so haramnyaknya me with his son?
My mouth can't even throw even a small form of rebellion speech is so stuck.
In the midst of the explosion of anger, Papi Nandan again jerked me, “You trash woman! You should have been-”
“Who do you mean by garbage woman?!”
The explosive sound of baritone lunged at the tense atmosphere between us.
As soon as I was, Nandan and his papa turned to the origin of the voice.
“Om,” hissiku equally surprised, looking at him unexpectedly he would come to defend.
“You think my son is that cheap?” Om Krishna began to roar boldly while hugging my shoulders that felt still trembling. “Your sentence can I proceed to the legal path. I raised him not to be insulted by you!” he continued fiercely grounded the sky. “That you should press it your own son!“ He looked at Nandan. “He who chased my son got to this place!” Om Krisna play agile in every speech. “And you, Nandan! Don't be a loser!”
The closing sentence that jolts is enough to mess with Nandan. A regretful expression was unable to hide the man.
The rough old man in front of him, frozen between embarrassment and surprise. Om Krishna's emphatic bringing makes it extinguished and crashed. Destroying the soaring stone of arrogance and melting.
“Come, Tiara! We're home!”
My palm was pulled by Om Krishna away from the child and the father. I obeyed amid the pushing feeling.
I don't even want to look.
This one incident made me understand. Nandan is not an object worth spending my tears on.
Yep! I am also a human being who deserves to be appreciated. Not rubbish as he said. I'm sick remembering that.
Just get here our story, Nandan!
The rest of my feelings .. will melt over time.
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On the way home, Aunt Maria was unceasingly encouraging and strengthening me. He moved to sit in the back seat just to keep me company. Her soft hugs and strokes were so warm. I'm calm enough now.
Having them, it's like I've never lost anyone. The figure of a connected parent complete with a spill of abundant affection. Now my regret for not having the time to talk to Dad in his last moment is slowly blurring. My father left me in a beautiful place that felt more than heaven. I don't know what heaven is like.
May Father and Mother always smile at their best place by God's side. I have to be happy for them.
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Tomorrow at the dinner table.
Chelsea seemed surprised at the acute level, when they found out from the mouth of Aunt Maria, that Nandan was my ex-boyfriend. He seemed to disbelieve, that my classmates could have a girlfriend as cool, as rich, and as sweet as Nandan. As a phrase, ‘back missed moon’.
But in the end a little prick came out of his mouth too,
“People of your class gaul same rich people, yes that's the end .. displayed!”
Spicy mouth of the girl gets a hard drive from Om Krishna, “Jaga talk you! We are all human, equal in the eyes of God! If you distinguish it according to caste, what if God one day turns your fate to the bottom. Are you going to calmly get the insults like you threw at Tiara?!”
Chelsea paused for a moment, then glanced, “Emang Papa would you like to let me fall poor?!” ask her back and get up and leave with a glass of milk in her hand.
I smiled at Krishna. “Nothing, Om. It should not be extended. I'm fine.”
Aunt Maria smiled miris. My back is soft as usual. “Sorry Chelsea, yes, Darling.”
I nodded and smiled. “Iya, Aunt. From the beginning I never thought of kok.”
“Thank you, Son. Aunt knows you are strong.”
There was no more stuff after that. Krisna wiped her lips with a tissue. He began to get ready to wear his suit draped on the back of the chair with the help of his wife.
“Come, Tiara. We're goin. Later you are late.”
“Iya, Om.” I also get ready. Get up from sitting and hold my bag. Kissing the back of the hands of Aunt Maria and Mbok Nismi who started busy cleaning up the rest of our breakfast.
“I'll go to school first, Tan, Mbok.”
“Cautious.”
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I don't blame fate.
Mom's departure when I was a kid, followed by Dad at the age of my High School, the end of my love story with Nandan, became part of Om Krishna's family, a new school, new friends-------living new. Everything goes according to His lines and rules.
Not a test to destroy, God loves me in His way.
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The road passes along with the wheels of the car driven by Om Krishna. I stared at the review with a gauze-thin smile.
I'm going to go further than this.
