Forced Marriage With Crush

Chapter 6 Tears

Aliza's cry became more and more. The sounding sounds so sad.

Arsen who saw Aliza for too long cried, reflexively pulled the girl's hand in her arms.

Aliza's crying began to subside. The girl lifted her head from the chest of the Arsen field. "Let's go home, sister," said Aliza in a hoarse voice after crying.

"What's the cream?" arsen asked confusedly looking at his ice cream that was starting to melt. The ice cream was held by her right hand. Even to pull Aliza it was only using her left hand.

Aliza curled her lips by folding them inside. Afraid that the sound of sobbing will be heard again after seeing his strawberry ice cream that began to melt until a little dripping into his fingers.

His memory turned back the incident where he bought ice cream and talked to his ice cream salesman brother.

"You want to buy ice cream, Bang," said Aliza, staring at the ice cream box next to the seller.

"What do you want, Neng?" With a smile, the brother immediately opened the ice cream box and showed there were any flavors.

"I want strawberries to taste each vanilla one," said Aliza, pointing to the ice she meant.

"There's still a lot, Bang?" aliza asked when she saw how much ice cream there was.

"Yes, Neng. It's the rainy season again. So rarely do you buy ice cream."

Aliza is indeed right now the rainy season so the demand is less.

"Emang usually sells where, Bang?" 

"It's just a block here. I can't go far. Fear of joint pain because I once fell continuously injured," explained the man in his 30s while putting ice cream orders Aliza into plastic.

"So sales should muter yes."

"Yes, Neng. But not papa Abang mah. The important thing is still a strong healthy path and not recur the disease. I'm thankful" said the man with a towel attached to his right shoulder and occasionally used to wipe his face. 

"I'm grateful to be able to eat" he continued.

Aliza's teary eyes held back the cries but all she could was to hold on so as not to fall.

"A long time brother selling ice cream?" aliza asked with a small voice holding back the cries.

"From me before marriage, Neng. Until now I have one child. And my son has asthma. That is why I must be strong and eager to seek fortune. But sometimes I am also afraid if the asthma disease was rich this morning," he said.

"So how's it going now, Bang?" ask Aliza. I don't know, suddenly there was a sense of worry when he heard the case Brother ice cream seller.

"Alhamdulillah has been somewhat better so that Brother can work. If it has not improved will not stay working brother than later thinking fit again work. Although there is a wife who takes care but still not calm."

"Yes, Bang. His name is also old man. It's only natural to worry that his son is sick."

"Hehe. Yes Neng," said the man ended with a smile.

Aliza was sure that smile was harboring many wounds. "Oh. Sorry, Bang. I asked too many questions."

"No papa, Neng."

"May your son recover quickly."

"Yes, thank you, Neng. Here's the ice cream. It's 4 grand." The man thrust a transparent plastic at Aliza.

"Oh. Yep. This, Bang." Aliza is offering 3 pieces of red money.

"A lot of it, Neng. I have no change." The man looked at the three-sheet money in his hand and intended to return the money.

"No papa, Bang. This is to treat the sick brother's child. May soon be well, Bang," said Aliza with a sincere smile while pushing the hand of the seller was a sign Aliza refused the money back.

"Alhamdulillah. Thank you, Neng. May Nengnya be bestowed his sustenance, long life, healthy always yes, Neng." The man thanked me so sincerely. It was clear from the look in his eyes.

How ungrateful Aliza has been all this time. Aliza's way of life can be said to be much better for economic problems but she still complains about other problems. 

He should be more grateful.

Now Aliza knows if she's grateful it doesn't have to look down.

Her chest is back. So heavy is one's ordeal but they can still survive and some are even smart to keep the wound behind a smile.

"Yes, Bang. Thanks a lot, Bang." Aliza started to move after getting the nod.

"Aliza? Lo daydreaming what the hell?" arsen asked, waving his hands in front of the girl's face.

"Eh. I'm not papa." Aliza was a little confused after waking up from her daydream.

"Related?"

"Yes. I just want to talk to my brother." Aliza looked back at the ice cream vendor who was still shading and how happy Aliza was when someone bought her ice cream.

"Why? You can tell."

"No papa."

Arsen exhaled slowly. "You are not papa. There's no way you were crying. Any story who knows can make me happy. At least I can hear your story until it's over."

Aliza kept shaking. 

"The more you pendam the more tired you keep everything. Humans need to tell a story even if it is just a trivial thing. Even trivial things sometimes need to be reported especially if there is a problem."

"Lo can't name everyone.

I know you're keeping too many wounds.

You are afraid to make stories because they always do not appreciate you. They don't want to be just a listener without giving solutions."

"You still think no one will want to terrorize you. I will always try to be a good listener. You can tell me what the same thing is if you want. I'm happy to hear you until you finish the story," said Arsen staring fixed Aliza.

Aliza felt a different feeling.

It feels comfortable to hear her words.

It seems that Aliza's mind is wrong now. apparently there are still people who want to listen to her.

The girl with puffy eyes immediately turned her face away as Arsen continued to look at her.

"Gue can't tell, brother. I don't think this is too important to talk about."

Fail. Failed Arsen's efforts. Aliza is too closed to the problem of how she feels.

***

Aliza has now arrived at the photo studio meant by her future mother-in-law. 

It was deliberately chosen he said it was the best photo place in Jakarta.

All clothes for pre wedding have also been selected by Ema. What is certain is Javanese customary fashion. 

Because they are both descendants of Javanese who live or start moving from Java to Jakarta when their children are still small.

"Who? Alone, Mba?" ask a woman who definitely works in this photo studio.

"Yes, Brother. Is Brother Arsen not here yet?" aliza was confused. He said the man was otw when replying to his chat even though the distance of Arsen's office and the shop was further away from his shop.