Forced to Marry an Actor

Sitting on a Moist Bench

Everyone went to Arya's room to gulp. Papa who still put on a nosy pout face menoel Arya's nose makes him wake up.

"Why are you suddenly sick like this?" Arya squirmed weakly, realizing that many pairs of eyes were watching her. He was about to sit down but was forbidden by Mama to lie down.

"That's because..." Marissa kept Arya's mouth shut so she wouldn't tell her about the night.

"You shouldn't get sick on holidays like Arya!" sindir Papa was upset, "if the pain becomes difficult." he continued in a soft voice but refused to complete the sentence.

"It's hard to make a child, isn't it sir?" ask Bu Aga giggling. Tumben once Bu Aga would like to joke about such a thing.

Papa garuk2 head while grinning mangosteen.

"Huh make a child? That's a crazy idea, Ma! And it can't be!" Marissa frantically covered her mouth with both hands.

Bu Aga. "Why is it impossible? You're a legal couple husband and wife."

"Of course it's impossible because Rissa is going to divorce Arya!" marissa replied at last. But he did not regret because from the beginning he wanted to tell this, just waiting for the right time.

"You're crazy, huh!?" snarled Bu Aga angry.

Marissa flinched, her mouth instantly tight.

"After what Arya did and gave you all this time, you asked for a divorce instead? Didn't Mama ever teach you how to thank you?" Marissa sighs. He did not think with his own mother.

"Ma," Marissa looked into the depths of Bu Aga's eyes, "Rissa knows how to thank you, which is why Rissa must release Arya as soon as possible. It was enough for Rissa to burden Arya with all of Rissa's troubles. And that's enough with this marriage contract. Isn't our promise only until Rissa gives birth? But in fact, Rissa does not have the baby anymore, so what to wait for? Therefore Rissa wants us to separate so that no one is hurt again either Rissa or Arya," explained Rissa made everyone nervous.

Arya who was lying weak could only gulp and stare at the ceiling of the room.

"Already, already. We better discuss this next time. Pity Arya is sick, there is more pain he if he sees us fuss like this," again Mama Arya mediates.

Marissa came out of the room with an annoyed face. Followed by Bu Aga but not to pursue her son but want a report to her husband, Pak Aga.

The night came so quickly, Marissa returned to the room with a pouting face. He spent all day traveling around the villa and hanging out in cafes around the villa. Actually he did not want to avoid the problem this morning, it was just lazy if he had to argue everything that was clear juntrungannya.

When Marissa entered the room, Arya was sitting on the bed waiting for her return.

"Do you really want a divorce?" arya asked no pleasantries.

"It's clear, right?" marissa answered, closing the door.

Arya was silent, but her heart was pounding. He knew that Marissa's decision was not wrong but somehow his heart would not agree with it.

"You want to take a walk to the top of the villa? Bu Aga said up there the view of the city at night looks very beautiful," Arya tried to shift the topic.

"Okay, very lazy! Only recently nyampe was even invited to the road!" marissa crossed her arms.

"Well if you don't want to. I thought at least this was our last walk together" hearing Arya's words made Marissa's heart ache.

This relationship is completely hopeless, Marissa thought.

Well, at least this will be their last memory. Surely after separation they will not meet again with each other and will certainly live each other's lives.

"Yaudah! Wear your jacket, it's cold outside!" marissa said attention though stiff.

They walk to higher ground because cars are difficult to access because of the narrow road. Along the way the two just kept quiet, there was no talk at all. All they heard was the wind or the sound of a child crying inside the house or a small child going to the stall on a bike with his friend.

They continued to walk in silence. Suddenly Marissa remembered something.

Isn't Arya sick anymore?! Should he rest now, why would I even agree to this invitation anyway?! Ah, so clumsy this is the feeling! marissa's heart cries out in the chest.

Marissa is worried about Arya's state but is proud to show her concern. It was also impossible for him to suddenly take her home after walking for quite a long time.

There is no other choice but to keep going, right? Marissa so dreamy, if at this time they can walk while telling stories, joking and embracing each other from the cold wind that envelops them. But what power, these two people were both confused and mute.

Set them on the peak of what Aryan means. This is the best spot Marissa knows as long as she is on vacation in this area.

There was a wooden bench there, it was a little wet because it was damp. But these tired legs can no longer be invited to compromise looking for another clean seat, so they sit on the bench.

The bench is located on the side of the road with the front position behind no backrest. So anyone can sit free to go wherever they like. But this time Marissa invites Arya to sit facing the view of the city on the plains below. While behind them is a public road that is usually passed by people even though this night has been quiet minimal passing.

Marissa inhaled a breath of fresh air, a smile expanding on her face as she stared at the thousands of lights lit up in the city area in the lower plains far from where she was.

Arya smiled. He opened his mouth to talk.

"You seriously want a divorce?"

Marissa turned her head, "Gue is not a person who likes to joke about such a thing. It's obviously serious!"

Arya sighs. Hesitating she said but her heart kept pushing to express all her feelings.

"But I don't want to" he said weakly.

Marissa swore in disbelief. "Who? Wh why? Hasn't it been you who got divorced?"

Arya was silent while thinking. "Yes anyway. But that was then, if now..." Arya stopped her words. He was not sure to say more.

"Now what?" marissa asked, a curiosity that always can never be brake by her.

"I guess..."

"Yes? I suppose?"

"I guess. I..."

"I what? Lu why the hell? Just talking so much!" marissa's wrath finally peaked so impatient to hear Arya's confession.

Arya sighed. "I think I'm starting to like you" Arya replied embarrassedly.

Marissa's head was floating. There were thousands of fireworks in the air. Today is not a celebration of fireworks, but in the eyes of Marissa, the sky is wide with views of the city as if to blow up fireworks of all colors. It feels so beautiful.

Marissa's face flushed red, confused how to behave.

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