EPOCHS

Chapter 8

"Not only know but Mas Al is a potential fiancee, Ma'am."

Kinza immediately widened his eyes when he heard the Princess' words. Something in his chest rumbled violently. Kinza looked at Al and the Princess in disbelief. So they're dating? Why am I just realizing now? Ah you are so stupid, Zaaa!

"Why? You're surprised, aren't you?" asked the Princess with a smile.

"What you feel is nothing, Dek. You should know how Mom feels when you hear the news of your matchmaking. Even the woman is the one I already consider to be my own sister." continued the Princess tearfully. Her memory revolves around events six months ago at the time Al told her the truth.

Kinza grabbed the Princess' hand, but the woman immediately brushed her off. "Sir, I-I don't mean. I-I don't know if Mbak is Kak Al's future fiancee" Kinza said stuttering as she broke into tears. Both girls were crying. Al was silent.

"I'm sorry Kinza, Ma'am. Kinza really doesn't know." continued Kinza while continuing to shed tears.

"If you want, Kinza can cancel this match. But Kinza please don't hate Kinza." said Kinza resigned. The girl lowered her head deeply. Sobbing softly.

The princess did not answer. He just kept quiet and didn't comment on Kinza's words. "You don't have to cancel this match. Nor will you hate you. But there is one condition." said the Princess hanging her last sentence. Sontak Kinza looked up, looking at the sticky Princess.

"What's the condition, Ma'am?" ask Kinza lirih.

"Let Mbak get in touch with Al even if you're married!" his words were flat while staring straight at Al. Kinza and Al were both shocked. How could this possibly happen?

"But, Ma'am."

"If you don't agree, that's okay, but I'm sorry. Maybe Ma'am will hate you for life." cut the Princess quickly and then stand up from her seat.

"Sir, I will grant Ma'am's request" Kinza said, holding Princess' hand so as not to leave. Kinza's tears flowed increasingly profusely making the make-up on her face fade. Her appearance was so chaotic.

Al looked at the two in disbelief. What can he do now? Wasn't that guy a coward?

"Kinza excuse me." said Kinza while leaving the couple with tears. The two of them remained silent in the restaurant. Even Al was silent not flinching from his place, he was not chasing after the girl at all.

"Do you agree with the terms I give you?" ask the princess to Al. The guy is still silent not poking his lover's questions.

"Al, answer me!"

"L-yes, I agree." Al replied with a smile. That instant also the Princess returned Al's smile. In my heart, the Princess cheered happily. Nothing to marry Al. Most importantly he can still be close and in touch with Al. Even though he knew it was the wrong thing. But the princess doesn't care. His heart was already broken. No more meek Princesses, no more good Princesses. There is only the Princess with all the disappointment and hatred.

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Kinza set foot without direction. The girl was walking down the street who didn't know what her name was. Now what should he be? Money and cell phones he doesn't hold. Only a small paper bag containing a change of clothes.

Coming home will only make her mood more chaotic. She doesn't want to meet her mom and dad for now. It felt too claustrophobic to remember the decision he took six months ago. But Kinza was also confused, where should he go now?

The girl continued to walk past the towering buildings. He just realized, this place is a place where he often spent time with Arjuna during Junior High. She misses Arjuna. The man who disappeared six months ago. I don't know where Juna is now. Kinza is clearly missing. He needs Juna's figure now. Only Arjuna was able to erase all of Kinza's grief.

It's seven o'clock at night. Kinza still hasn't found a place to stop by. The rain suddenly soaked Bogor City, as if knowing how the condition of Kinza's heart today. He hurriedly took shelter at a stop close to his. Fortunately it was quiet. So Kinza can vent all her grief.

The girl was getting sad because no one picked her up. No one was worried about her especially Al. Mama and papa of course don't know because they think Kinza is safe with Al. But the real thing? He sat alone at the stop hugging his own body.

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While elsewhere. A man in a navy shirt is in confusion looking for the figure of the girl who left a few hours ago. The man was Althafariz Ramaditya Dirgantara. Al panicked because the girl he was looking for was not holding a cell phone. He walked through every towering building with flickering lights. The rain that flushed the streets made Al a little difficult to find Kinza.

Faintly, Al sees a girl with a kebaya as well as a paper bag accompanying her beside him. The girl looked so worried. Al know, it must be Kinza.

Al immediately pulled over his car approaching the stop. He took an umbrella before he finally went down to meet Kinza. The girl in front of him looked so messed up. Her eyes swelled, her make-up was messy, as well as her kebaya shirt which was slightly wet.

"Za?" call Al in a soft voice. Slowly the man crouched down in front of Kinza. Kinza, who had not noticed Al's presence, did not respond at all. The girl did not move a bit.

"Kinaza?" call Al once again, he then holds Kinza's shoulder.

"Bang Juna's? Where's brother? Kinza misses the same brother, Kinza really misses." raved Kinza was not care while hugging Al's body. The girl did not even realize that this man in front of her was not Arjuna, but Al. The man was surprised not to hear Kinza's words. Whether this girl is conscious or not. What is clear is that Al is just waiting for the continuation of the sentence that will be thrown from the thin lips of Kinza.

"Kinza regretted agreeing to this matchmaking. No compromise with Bang Juna first. Please help Kinza Bang, help Kinza to escape, please."

"Kinza gave up, really Kinza regretted her Bang." continued the girl while sobbing. His gaze was blurry because he was shedding too many tears. The head was a little dizzy due to the rain a few minutes ago.

"Did you want to help Kinza? T-please B-bang. Kinza please." said the girl stammered. I don't know why his head is getting so heavy. His gaze could not focus, and his body trembled violently.

"Kinza ca-capek." said his words smirked before finally the girl's gaze completely blurred and all her darkened. Kinza collapsed in Al's arms.

Al was surprised instead of playing to find the girl in his arms falling unconscious. The man then lifted the tiny body of Kinza and brought her into the car. No matter the wet clothes and the rain that constantly flushed them both.

Al drove his car slowly. Strong winds and thick fog made Al difficult to see the streets. At first glance Al looked at the girl beside him who was already weak helpless. The girl's lips paled as well as her wet hair was also messy.

Slowly her hands began to stretch out justifying Kinza's hair position. He realized his biggest mistake. Al is a coward. Cannot make a firm decision. Even Al is very weak when it comes to women.

"I'm sorry, Kinza." murmured Al lirih. He pulled the car over for a moment. Take the maroon bomber in the back seat and put it on Kinza's body. When he finished, Al returned to focusing on the streets.

Slowly Kinza's body wriggled. The girl's consciousness began to return even though her head still felt heavy.

Kinza's memory suddenly rotated on the scene a few hours ago. The tightness that had been rumbling in his chest was now beginning to subside. Kinza was crying again.

"Down me now, brother!" pinta Kinza. He looked straight ahead. Looks empty. Al was silent. The man couldn't possibly bring down Kinza in this kind of heavy rain.

"Sir Al stop! Stop Brother! I said stop now." he said once more, shaking Al's arm. But again - and again Al did not budge. Not even looking at the girl.

"I'm not going to let you down in this condition!" reply Al cold. His eyes did not turn a bit. Still the same looking straight ahead. Kinza was silent for a moment.

"What is the reason, brother? Couldn't that be the reason because Brother cares about me?! I don't think that'll ever happen!" lirih Kinza while rubbing her tears rough. I tried to persuade Al. That girl will never be able to. Al is too hard to conquer.

"Why is it impossible?! I really care about you, Kinza!" reply Al no less cold. Al is right. The man was worried about Kinza.

Kinza's getting shuffled.

"If you care about me, why haven't you picked me up since? Still want to say that you care about me, huh?!" snapped Kinza while crying. His emotions are getting worse. He opened the car door that Al would never open.

Al hush. Kinza's statement just made her die a flea. Al didn't pick up Kinza. The man escorted the Princess first. Al salah's. But he had no choice.

"Can't answer, right?! Since when did Al become a coward like this? Since the love? Or since I know you?! Answer Al!" snapped Kinza again. He raised his voice even more. Kinza's upset isn't playing with this cowardly guy next to her.

"Yes, people can be cowards just because of women. Like Al gini. Even a shirt does not guarantee!" quintuple Kinza sharp. He hissed because again and again Al did not answer.

Al chose silence. He let Kinza with all his vexation. Al know, it will not be right to serve people who are at the peak of anger.

Until shortly thereafter. The two of them arrived at a simple peach-painted house. Kinza was silent. Where's Al taking Kinza?

"Down now." orders Al judes. He took off his seatbelt and prepared to get off. While Kinza was still silent not budging. Questions instantly filled his brain cavity.

"Down Kinza." orders Al once again. This time it became more subtle and patient.

"So!" ketus Kinza flat.

"Do you want me to carry?" ask Al cynically.

"So!"

"Kinza please, don't let my patience run out."

"Yes good, so we don't have to make this match!" reply Kinza lightly.

"KINZA!!" snapped Al rough. The girl beside him instantly remained silent for a moment. Preparing words suitable for a man like Al.

"What?! Big brother's deaf or what, huh? Haven't heard me say I don't want to?! Do I have to be clear again? I DON'T WANT TO GO DOWN!" said the girl haughtily while suppressing her last words.

"This is also, whose house is it? Brother want to kidnap me?!"

Al bringsut heard Kinza's question. He took his breath slowly. Al should calm down. He needs to calm down.

"Beautiful Kinza, this is the house I bought a few months ago for my wife later. I will not take you home in this condition. So, you have to improve your appearance before you go home. Clear?!" said Al softly.

Kinza looked up. He found a pitch-black eye belonging to Al. The man is looking at her now. But it didn't last long. Kinza instantly threw aside his gaze. He was silent for a moment thinking about Al's words. According to Kinza there's good too. He also did not want to go home in this condition. Moreover, Kinza did not want to go home.

"But I don't want to go home" said the girl. Al directly knitted his brows.

"I don't want to meet mama and papa, especially Kak Al, so from then on my emotions overflow because close to Brother continues!" Al was getting confused.

"I don't want to meet the person who told me to get married to my sister! Because because of you. My good relationship with Mpa Puput must be tarnished badly." continued the girl while shedding tears again. Al was immediately shocked by the behavior of the girl beside him.

"Keep what you want?" ask Al flat.

"No idea." Kinza replied quickly.

Al took a slow breath. Again, his emotions were stirring.

"I have to what Kinza?"

"Cancel this match!"

"What?! It can't be happening. Mama and papa I have taken care of the submission. You want to make them both feel broken?!" reply Al frustrated.

"Want how do I feel and how do you feel? Big brother would have seen Puput's mother ruined to see our marriage?"

"Didn't you guys make a deal? We'll keep in touch even if we're married" Al said. Kinza smiled miris. His heart was again scratched by the wound. Al is evil, he doesn't care about Kinza's feelings.

"Well, how do I feel, brother?"