Lara's Admirers

Episode 12's

   After completing the administration, we returned to the airport and decided to go home today as well. About yesterday, I don't think it needs to be remembered. My plane ticket is scorched, probably not my sustenance. Besides, there's no way I'm leaving this weird guy alone in Jakarta without anyone he knows. After all, he had just been struck down by a disaster.

　

　

  All along the journey inside the plane I just closed my eyes and let my soul wander in the subconscious. I don't know about this guy, maybe he did the same thing with me. My body felt really did not have the slightest energy.A few minutes before the plane landed, I was awake. But not with the man sitting next to me. He's still fast asleep. Poor thing, he must be tired. And yesterday had to sleep outside because of me.

　

　

  I don't know why I admire him so much. He is a hard, cold, and impressed bad boy. But, it was long before I knew him. And now all that assumption is broken. If asked why I had survived all this time, then I myself do not know the answer. When it comes to good looks, there are a lot of guys out there who are more handsome than him. When it comes to manners and manners, there are a lot of guys out there who I think are better than him. But my heart is still on him. He's different, maybe that's why I like this guy. Not a month or two this taste lasts. But, almost three years. I don't even know what I'm keeping this feeling for. A sense that many times died of disappointment, and many times he also rose again. The feeling I hoped to endure until the next years changed. We are tired of counting the days. And I don't know where this feeling will end.

　

　

"You're handsome, you're beautiful, you're perfect, even more so. You're different, you're special, you're my happy, my big dream." I murmured in my heart.

　

　

  I always admired God's creation. I don't know what makes it so special that I make it the center of the universe.

　

　

***

　

　

  After a long journey, I decided to return home alone. Even though Brother Sendy had offered to take me home. But I refused the offer. He must also be very tired and want to return home soon. So I don't want to trouble her. My steps halted for a moment in front of this towering gate. I stared at the two-story building impatiently. Today is on Sunday, an impressive weekend. Today is exactly two weeks before the turn of the year.

　

　

"Tin... Kegs..."

　

　

  My finger reached for the bell that was located right to the left of this teak door. I hope someone in the house hears it and opens the door for me. No need to wait long, someone came from behind the door. But, uh,.....

　

　

"Remissed?"

　

　

"Eh, Eresha. You're home yet?"

　

　

  This girl, why is she here. The world is too narrow, so I see it everywhere I go. Truth be told, he was in every place.

　

　

"Oh, that. What's this btw about?"

　

　

"Emmm... That problem will let you in first. We're obrolin' inside. You must be tired too, right? Come on in." Take Renata.

　

　

  He seemed to have avoided my conversation just now. Whether intentionally or not, but impressed like that more or less.

　

　

"Eh Eresha. How come back?"

　

　

  I just smiled and took a position next to my mom. There is also papa. It seemed like they were relaxing, enjoying the weekend as usual. I know there are a million questions that you want to ask, as well as papa.

　

　

"I didn't feel right there, ma, so I went back to Indonesia. Continuing the problem of student exchange programs, will be replaced with other students. I have no intention of going to Japan." I clearly.

　

　

  I deliberately explained at length about my reasons why I was returning to Indonesia so soon, so that they did not ask other questions that were actually not too important for me to answer. Now it's my turn to ask why this girl is in my house.

　

　

"Btw Renata, how come you're here?" I ask who doesn't want to talk anymore.

　

　

　

　

"So, let Papa be clear." Say Mama.

　

　

"So gini, what you're talking about Eresha's name, you remember, right?" Tanya Papa tried to measure my memory of the events of that time.

　

　

  I just nodded at his words.

　

　

"You know Mama's not your real mother."

　

　

  I nodded back. Actually, this question is too long-winded for me.

　

　

  My mother is not my mother and I know that. Even so, he loves me so much. Until I felt like my real mother. Papa told me about this. When I just entered SMP more or less. They think I'm old enough to know that. And even when Mama thought if I wouldn't be able to accept the fact that she was my stepmother, I was just the opposite. I was just acting normal, as if nothing had happened just now. I just think of it like the wind. No matter if it's a joke or reality, I never get dizzy about it.

　

　

"So, before marrying your mother, Papa was married to another woman and from that marriage we were awarded two daughters, one of whom was you Eresha."

　

　

"Go to the point pa." I said impatiently.

　

　

"And you have an older sister. And that's Renata."

　

　

  My eyes were wide open, almost unable to believe what my father had just said.

　

　

"So when we got divorced, your custody was taken by Papa. And Renata's custody was taken by her mother. Because now her mama Renata which means your mother too, will soon be married next week. Then the custody of Renata Papa took. From now on Renata will stay in this house and we have decided to do it together."

　

　

"That's not the name decided together. It's called selfish. Why didn't you tell me about this before."

　

　

"And you're in Japan again, son." Elak Mom.

　

　

"Can't call."

　

　

  I was really disappointed, they easily made this decision. Like I'm not part of this family. So they don't have to ask my opinion. I really feel hit. My world is completely destroyed. Why does every girl give me a presence, all my happiness she robs. Can't he leave a little something for me.

　

　

"Whatever anyway. Yaudah I'm going to the room first. Take a break." My speech.

　

　

   I dragged my suitcase into the room with deep disappointment. Then slammed the teak door with that classic carving. So that the objects around him vibrate slowly.