
"Now, it's your turn! Tell me about yourself, Vio!" said Mr. Ken.
"Ehm.I don't know where to start, Ken. I think you already know what happened to me.." I said softly. It felt like the old wounds were back open. My eyes want to cry again.
"Don't cry! If you're not strong enough to tell a story, don't force it, Vio...." Mr. Ken caressed my cheek.
"You want to know about me. You answered my question earlier. I should've changed your question, Ken.." I looked Mr. Ken in the eye. "I'm just like you. I hurt myself while holding something called loyalty. Ken, how much do you know about me before we get married?"
"I just know you're the son of one of the drivers who served in my family. You failed to marry once...."
"Don't fail to get married, Ken! I'm not a widow. The truth is that it failed to get married. Yes, I failed to have a one-time marriage. Maybe this is called being left again unfortunately.." I said lirih. My tears were flowing unconsciously.
"Don't continue if you're not strong!" Mr. Ken wiped my tears.
"I'm fine. I want you to know about me right out of my mouth, Ken," I said, staring at Mr. Ken.
"Well, I'll listen to you, Vio...."
"He who left me was my best friend in college. I started to get close to him in the middle of college. Around the beginning of semester 5. Our relationship continues to a more serious level. He graduated first because he was my level brother. One night, after I finished watching the movie, he proposed to me. I of course immediately accepted it because I had known him for a long time. I've never met his family because he's a boarding boy. He's a nomad from outside the area, but he's met a lot with my family and even been considered my own child by my parents. After proposing to me, I took him home to discuss my wedding preparations with my family. Of course my parents agreed and were enthusiastic. Moreover, he was well known to my family. Everything goes so fast. My marriage was arranged in less than two months. The first month he hadn't introduced you to his family yet but he still faithfully accompanied me and provided financial support for our marriage. By the middle of the second month, he was out of town on the pretext of picking up his family and official work from his office. I insisted on coming but he refused. At that time, the preparation was very mature. The invitation has been sent. Building, catering, ring, delivery, wedding dress, anyway all is ready. But, a week before the wedding he had no news at all. I contacted him via chat, phone and various social media accounts. His college friends, boarding friends and even his boarding mother I asked. Mother boarding said if she ever gave me an identity card. I feel like maybe that's a clue. Accompanied by my family, I looked for him based on that address. But it was a fictitious identity card. There was no name in the village I went to. I searched the village chief's office. I even went to the office where he worked, but he resigned from there. The company does not have a real family home address because it turns out he used his boarding address while working there. I really feel cheated. My heart was broken to pieces, Ken.." My tears tried to hold me back. "If he really wants to step down or end this relationship at least say okay. Not just disappear. I'm ashamed, Ken. The shame! I feel like a disgrace to my family. I feel angry and sad. I was foolish to be deceived by that sweet mouth. Pain, Ken! It hurts! My loyalty that I built up, was already destroyed by it! He's a real coward! I hate him.." My tears can't be contained. The emotional feeling came back. I cried sobbing.
"Calm down, Vio. I'm here to accompany you. Calm down, it's all over" said Mr. Ken. She hugged me tightly while stroking my head. I tried to calm myself down. My tears are erased.
"No problem, Vio. It seems that destiny has brought us together. Two people who were injured for holding loyalty. I know how you feel. I know what it's like to feel sick from being abandoned and forgotten. Already, don't cry anymore, dear," Mr. Ken kissed my forehead. He hugged me tighter.
Why does it feel like I feel calm and comfortable in your arms, Mr Ken? My eyes are starting to close. Mr. Ken's hand still caressed my head. It feels so comfortable. Every now and then, I felt a gentle kiss on my forehead. I remembered something. My eyes are open again.
"What's up, Vio?" ask Mr. Ken.
"Ken, um, I'd like to ask permission to go somewhere. Tomorrow morning." I said, looking into Mr. Ken's eyes.
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