Hope Is You's
Ten
Atika POVs
I drove Miftah's matic motorcycle to Ian's house, I was quite poultice with the direction of the road because it has been several times Ian invited me to visit his house first sometimes just accompany him to lunch at home when mami papi busy by their respective activities, or sometimes watch a movie.
I parked the motorbike right next to Ian's security guard post, and I saw a big tall man in a security uniform sitting in the post playing with his cell phone
"Sir Arman!"
"Eh? Neng Atika's? I haven't played here in a long time. What's the need for neng?" The big man put his cell phone in his uniform pocket then walked out of the post when he saw me
"Engh yes sir. I want to see Ian. Ian is there sir?"
"Eh oh that's Mr. Ian, father and mother are no longer home. There's another show outside"
A beaked woman came in from the back post door with a cup of coffee in her hand, interrupting my conversation with Mr. Arman "Arman. Here's your order coffee, the fried banana is still fried the same Lisa"
"Bi Mala?" The view of the woman turned from Mr. Arman to look at me
"Neng Atika's? Maasya Allah neng, how are you? I have not been here for a long time" Bi Mala immediately hugged me after putting coffee to the table beside Mr Arman "neng here must be nyariin mister Ian well? Hiks who was patient well neng, aunty sure neng Atika strong" He still hugged me and his pudeng He sobbed but what makes him sad?
Me and bi Mala are pretty familiar, because in the past when I always visited this house I always helped her prepare lunch for Ian and from him also I know a lot about habits or favorite food Ian.
"Bi Mala crying? Aunt why?" I let go of his embrace and looked at his twilight face
"Neng is so strong as to face all of this. Aunty is sometimes not strong if you remember the journey of your relationship and now it can be this way. Hix hyx"
"wait. What does aunt mean? I don't understand"
"Neng doesn't understand? So you didn't come here because you knew about Mr Ian?"
"Bi, I'm here because Ian hasn't told me in 2 months. She suddenly disappeared for no reason" bi Mala wiped the tears on her cheek and then led me to sit on the bench in the guard post
"Neng, dread well but don't be shocked" I hesitated and my heartbeat began not to be afraid of hearing bad things about Ian "father, mother and master Ian is now no longer home. They attended the inauguration of the new CEO at the Altar group and the engagement of the new CEO was the son of his friend's mother" bi Mala continued and I was still gawking at the words spoken by bi Mala, just a moment later I just understood tonight the inauguration of the new CEO of the Altar group means Ian and the new CEO will be engaged to the same child of his aunt Diana, Ian tonight fiancee? And me?
"Bi, where's the show? I'm going there"
"Neng sure?" I only answered him with a nod "at the hotel Singgasana neng" after hearing it I immediately turned around and walked quickly to the motorbike I parked earlier
"Neng be careful" again I just nodded my head at the Mala bi message behind me.
Approximately 15 minutes of my journey to the hotel mentioned by bi Mala earlier. I parked the original motorbike and half ran into the hotel without caring about the gazes of the people around me until I was right in front of the ballroom door, I was just about to open the big door in front of me but stopped because suddenly a heavy voice rebuked me
"Sorry are you a guest at Andi Wihardi Altar? Can you show me the invitation?" The tall man in black suit in front of me stared firmly
"Engh's invitation? But I. uh. I do not pu.." I haven't had time to finish my sentence the man immediately cut it by putting on a look that began to frighten me
"If you do not have an invitation please do not approach let alone try to enter the event area"
"But I have to see Ian sir. Please let me in for a second" the man started dragging me away from the door until the bass stopped him
"Stop. Release him!" I turned my head and narrowed my eyes trying to recognize the face of the man with the bass voice "When do you think?"
"Ah Gibran's. Plis help me, I have to go in. I want to see Ian, I.."
"But sir, this lady has no invitation, she can't enter the venue" the guard again interrupted me
"He's my friend and Ian, you don't have to worry he's not the Altar's enemy" the guard guy then passed after saying goodbye to Gibran, well I remember him Gibran's good friend Ian from childhood, we know quite well because often the street three or sometimes four with women who are courted Gibran.
"How come you can be here?"
"It doesn't matter why I'm here. Now I'm gonna go in and see what's inside, I want a mastiin if Ian's not a jerk"
Without caring about Gibran I immediately broke through the big brown door in front of me, I began to walk slowly trying to find the person who had been filling my head and he was in front of hundreds of guests and was pairing a diamond ring on the ring finger of a woman in a maroon dress gracefully, after pairing Ian's ring and the woman smiled as she spread her gaze across the boisterous occupants of the ballroom with applause. Until our gaze met, her smile faded and mine? Just stared at him from far away
"Tik? You okay?" Gibran's voice resuscitated me, what did he say? It's okay? My situation is more than nothing now. I turned to look at Gibran and then chose a sideboard from this stifling place.
"Lo can't possibly know what I'm feeling right now, right, Ban? I want to go home, the most important thing is I already know the reason Ian ignored me. I just want to send a message to him, please take my gratitude for my sweet 4 years and the pain tonight. And tell him too if he's the biggest guy, too, jerk and coward for not daring to ask for a good break up and prefer to be a loser for disappearing for 2 months and I even know this news from others"
After revealing my heart, I left this ballroom and hotel without caring for Gibran who kept calling me back.
Sick? Maybe more than that
Broken down? Yes, to pieces
Getting angry? Embarrassed? Or whatever it feels like it's all filled my chest cavity until it feels too tight to breathe.
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