Love Coiled Stains

Deal

Well I was shocked and very surprised to find out who was present to visit my house this early

"Why is he here? What was his purpose and purpose and how could he know where I live?" My mind is a little surprised. One by one the questions started popping up in my mind.

"Ha Rea, can I come in?" His rebuke dawned on my reverie.

"Ha, yes please come in" I replied.

The beautiful girl came in and sat on the chair at the guest table.

"We haven't gotten to know officially yet. Know me Sandra"

Degs.....

This heart shook violently as Sandra reached out to shake hands with me.. For a second, I was still confused by Sandra's presence in my house.

"Kok bengong anyway" he asked.

"Ha Yes, Rea" Welcome me to hold Sandra's hand.

Sandra watched me from the tip of her foot to the tip of her head

"Shabby, unkempt Arga deserves to marry him out of pity" his Inner.

We kept quiet for a long time. To be honest, my heart ached when Sandra came to the house. Why and for what? That question always comes to my mind.

"Did he just come to mock me? Or how?" My inner self again.

I admit she is beautiful. Her appearance is very attractive and fashionable..Well, the name is also a designer, of course, keep his appearance.

Looking at her appearance I feel so small, so small. Even beat the little plankton. The little creature who always wanted to steal his petty Krabi recipe is a crepe lord in a spongebob cartoon cereal.

"Oh yeah, how are the wedding preparations with Arga?" Her question broke the silence between us.

"Have you almost finished your preparations?"Answer me.

"Oh, when's the show for sure?"

"Maybe a few more days.next Monday" I said.

"Oh, I happen to be on holiday, so I can attend your wedding" he said with a sweet smile.

Again, that sweet smile made me prejudiced. What does that smile mean to me? That's how my mind is. I don't know, my brain is really tangled. I can't think straight. Problem for .This problem makes me unable to distinguish which is sincere and which is mode.

I returned his smile with a wry smile.

Shut up again, quiet again.

Kling...

Sandra's cell phone notification reads.

Sandra picked up her phone and saw who the message was from.

"Yes, I said yes. There is business" he said while standing up to go home.

I nodded in agreement.

"Hopefully your special day goes well" he said, reaching out for a shake.

"Yes, thank you" said I welcome his hand job.

"Eh" said mother in shock as she looked at Sandra's face at the entrance.

"Oh, I go home first" he said politely.

This is what makes Arga love Sandra. I can see he's a good and well-mannered boy. Looking at us with one eye I can't see it in his eyes.

He's a pretty decent kid. Evidently by his way of reprimanding mother like that.

"Would you like to go home?" Beware of mother to Sandra.

"Yes buk. There's a little business outside" he replied.

"Oh yes already. Be careful, my son" said my mother.

We saw Sandra's departure with her black Ferrari racing through the highway.

"Who son? Your office buddy?" Ask mom when Sandra's car is out of sight.

"Not buk"

"Keep who?" Ask the curious mother.

"Sandra's Arga's boyfriend"

"Daughter?" Repeat my mother.

"Yes buk, Arga's boyfriend. They have been in a relationship for a long time. But their relationship is not in the same blessing of both parents Arga because they are different religions buk" explained me.

"Well, why did he come here?"

"I don't know it either. Maybe just want to know me as Arga's candidate" I said.

"Yes already son, whatever it may be later he does not do anything that is not yes to you" said the mother.

"Who knew there was a hidden intent he came here. You are Arga's future wife. While his relationship and Arga is not blessed. Can't hurt Arga or his family, it could be that he's reckless with you" explained the mother.

"Hopefully so" I replied.

"Actually this heart is still wondering the purpose and purpose of her visiting my house. Well I know they love each other. And I can be said to be the third among them. But I don't want any of this to happen at all. On one hand I thought about Arga and Sandra's feelings. But on the other hand what about me who has become like this? And what if it's true that I already contain Arga's tadpole results? There's no way I'd give birth to a child without a husband" My inner being.

"As long as I'm still not in the way, I can't feel safe with my situation" added me again.

"Rea, I'm so dumb" Mother's voice stopped my daydream.

"Mom goes to the kitchen first. I want to cook" said my mother.

"This is also mom buying some equipment for your show later. I made a potion yes lulur you yes son. Let it be later on your wedding day, you look beautiful" said my mother again showed me a bag of plastic materials that she bought earlier such as turmeric, rice, and jicama.

"Yes buk" I answered briefly.

Seen with my condition that is getting tangled and not managed like a person who lost the direction of life. Well, now I'm losing my way.

***

I threw a body that felt so tired on my bed. I looked at the ceiling in my room.

I remember a very happy childhood there. Childhood is full of sweet memories without any problems like now. Bathe in the river, bathe in the big trenches of my village, adventure with friends in the village, playing the ball broke the plate (the game by using a bottle cap that is tap using a hammer to form like a plate. After that in the middle of her in the pit using nails. Keep the bottle cap in stacking using the bike lid that is on the bike brake. For the group that wins, throw the ball until hit by the bottle cap that has been stacked and limited, if it has been hit and the bottle cap is out of bounds. Then you can run. The winning group had to fill the bottle cap into the bike's lid to the end without having to throw the ball from the opponent), and many more of my childhood games were very fun.

Most if I cry because I'm hurt because only my knees and elbows are bleeding. Unlike now my body does not look scratched in the slightest. But in here, this heart is full of painful, non-bloody wounds.

Kling....

My cell phone notification rang making my daydream stop.

I frowned seeing who was giving the message to me.

[What do you think, Sandra is beautiful, right?] Message from Arga.

[So you told Sandra my house? For what]

[He just wants to meet you. My wife-to-be]

[Oh, I see] My reply was brief.

[So how? Beautiful is she?] Ask her again.

"What do you mean ask me like this? Do you want to show that Sandra is beautiful, kind and more than anything else?" My inner.

"Why Arga, what I'm wrong has begun to love you. I honestly love you. I learned to love you because you're my future husband. But not like this is also your treatment of me. You boast of another girl in front of me. Although I know you guys have been in a relationship for a long time, but still this heart is very hurt. Where's my price in your eyes?" My mind again began to shed tears.

[Surely you can't answer because you lost competitiveness with him. My taste is never wrong, right?] Message again.

[She is indeed the best girl I have ever known].

Degs....

Like lightning in broad daylight snatching this heart. Pain, pain, pain become one. The tears coming out of my eyes are flowing more and more.

[If you really want her to accompany your life, if you're so proud to have her, and if that's what makes you happy, do let me go. End this engagement and cancel this marriage. Tell both your parents that we're not getting married so that your parents can meet with my parents to talk about this. Since you proposed to me with your family, then I want us to end up with your family as well] Reply to my message.

To be honest, I could have canceled this engagement, but what is my power. The engagement agreement that both sides agree on is a Malay tribal agreement. Where if the woman who annulled this engagement then she must return the ring as much as twice. The money received must be returned twice. But if the man decides it, all the food given by the man will be the property of the woman.

Well I thought of that, where there's me that much money to give back what Arga once loved me. I don't work anymore. My entry is non-existent.

The money given from the Arga side is 25 million. That means if I return it should be 50 million. Not to mention the price of the ring pinned on my finger that cost tens of millions. Where did I get that kind of money?

Therefore I asked Arga who broke off this engagement because she who was clean hard made me feel very depressed.

[There's no way I'm breaking up this engagement. I have desecrated you and I will be responsible for all that. Even I am still thinking if you are pregnant with my seeds. Therefore I must take responsibility] Reply.

[Thank you for the responsibility you gave me. We'll be married for three months to give the status to me only. And to make sure I'm pregnant or not. If it's time, we'll split up] I reply.

[OK agrees] Reply her.

Well that's all I can ask from Arga right now. I have to do that because my current status is very unclear. Girl but feeling of widow. Well if I'm married to Arga even though Arga won't touch me at least people know I'm a widow because I'm married. That's how I thought.

Sounds silly but the important thing is to cover my status later.

***

"Oh, where am I?" Riko tried to open her eyes.

"At the hotel? Why am I here?" Say it again.

Riko tried to wake up even though she was still limp. Riko held her head which still felt heavy.

"Oh yeah, last night I had a drink. And make me drunk like this. A cellphone? car keys? Where's my stuff?" Riko asked frantically gnawing at her pants pocket and clothes to look for her belongings.

His gaze turned to the nightstand that was beside his bed.

"Here's my phone and my car keys. But where is my car? Is it outside?" His exclaim again rushed to see from the window where it was directly faced with the parking that was below it.

"There's no car there. Where to?" Riko seemed to remember what happened to him.

"Last night I was with Santi. Santi must know where my car is" he said immediately took his phone that was on the nightstand and tried to find Santi's mobile number.

"Hallo" There was a voice from across the phone lifting her.

"Hallo Santi, where are you now?"

"I'm in the office. Why?"

"Last night you were with me, do you know where my car is?"

"Car?"

"It turns out he called me just asking me about the car to worry about my situation. Brutal you Ko, you're the same me" Her inner.

"There, your car was still in place last night. I asked for security there to guard your car. Because I can't drive, so I just let your car there. Besides, if I ask you to drive, there could be another accident about him you were drunk last night" he said again.

"Oh, thank you for helping me" said Riko relieved.

"Yes together"

Santi shut his phone.

"Riko, Riko" said Santi shaking his head.

"Heavy drunk? Oh stupid me" Santi patted his head.

"Why didn't I use that good moment last night to frame Riko?" Santi Sesal.

"Oh, should I use that and hold Riko responsible for marrying me. That way, Riko would want to be with me. And I will belong to Riko during his time" said Santi regretting having passed a very bright moment last night.

"Oh,, stupid, stupid, stupid" Maki slapped his own eel.

"But it's okay I'll look for opportunities another day. Whatever the way Riko should be mine" he said full of confidence.