LOVE IS ON ITS WAY.

Episodes. 2. Early stories.

In a four-story mansion. A beautiful girl was doing a task given by her teacher. The girl is doing home schooling. Her name is Anuska Holcher. Anuska is a very smart and creative girl. It's just that she's different from the other girls.

The limited knowledge of the outside world makes Anuska miss a lot of things. He knew nothing of the times.

Anuska has no friends at all, which is why she is always alone. Both parents are always busy with business affairs, making Anuska more isolated. Nevertheless, Anuska never felt disappointed with both parents. It's just that saturation often approached the beautiful girl.

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five years later, Anuska is 19 years old. Even for college, he had to live it at home anyway. All of Anuska's life was determined by her parents. No objection, no rebuttal, and no reply. Anuska just silently accepted.

"Anuska, your lecturer has come dear," said Anuska's mother named Rima Holcher.

"All right." Anuska's short answer made the middle-aged woman's heart slightly pinched. For the first time, Mother's heart shook when she saw and heard the resigned attitude of the princess only wayangnya.

Mother approached Anuska and gently stroked her daughter's hair. She smiled faintly, then held Anuska's hand.

"Anuska, for a dozen years you have lived a good life and have never denied us. Are we being too hard on you, son?" ask Mother. Anuska just smiled wryly.

"Isn't my life in Mom's and Dad's hands? then what can I do? it has been like this for a long time, and it will continue like this" Anuska replied in a soft voice.

"I'm sorry dear mom, you don't know how evil the world is out there. You will be hurt if you know the outside world, and you do not want that to happen" said the middle-aged woman.

"Didn't I say anything since? then why should you bother explaining how cruel the outside world is?" anuska's question successfully made Mother's heart rippling. That was like a hard slap for him. For the first time, the princess said more than she imagined.

"Darling, are you disappointed in me?" ask Mom in a soft voice. The middle-aged woman's face turned increasingly sad. To be honest he felt pity for Anuska, but the fear of something bad more dominated his pity.

"Mom, we don't need to discuss this. I've accepted the destiny that Mom and Dad have been following since childhood." Anuska ended her sentence by fixing the slightly scattered book on the table.

"Alright, Son. I'll go first, your lecturer will be here soon" said Mother. Then she passed away leaving Anuska in her room.

"Mom never knew how big the wound was in here." Anuska touched his chest. His eyes began to glaze over. The clear liquid had been accommodated in his soft eye, and was ready to spill at any time.

"Mother can't even bandage the wound of the mother's own daughter. I'm sick, Mom. I'm dying. Hix... Hix... Hicks...." Anuska's crying broke. The tears came down like no edges. His body drooped weakly and fell to the floor.

"There's a gaping wound here, ma'am. Can't you feel that? if I'm not given a chance to get to know the outside world, then at least give me a reasonable reason, why shouldn't I know anyone but Mom and Dad?"

This time Anuska could no longer hold back her tears. Feelings that had been long hidden, now began to appear on the surface. His heart was broken and sick. Sick not to the lover, but to his own parents. A lover? even he had never seen his opposite sex other than Dad.

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Now Anuska was sitting by the window of her room. He saw the view next to his room which was covered in colorful flowers. The flowers have been her true friends for a long time. Anuska invites the story of the flowers as if the living creature of God's silent creation is able to saturate his heart.

Many butterflies fly down on the shoots of these flowers. Adding to the impression of beauty and shade for a teenage girl named Anuska.

"Anuska, it's lunchtime." Mother's words spread the long-haired woman's daydream. She wiped away her tears that had escaped without excuse.

"Yes Ma'am, I'll come down soon" Anuska replied as she moved from the window on which she stood whenever she felt troubled.

Fifteen minutes later, Anuska went downstairs to have lunch together. In the very large room was Mother, Father, Grandmother, and Grandpa Anuska. The four sat quietly while waiting for Anuska's arrival to complete their lunch service.

Anuska sat down by her mother's side. In front of Anuska was Grandma. He ate without saying a word. Only the sound of tablespoons that are mutually unpretentious accompany the solemn lunch.

Satisfied with lunch, Anuska returned to her room. While his parents sat chatting in the family room with Grandpa and Grandma.

"Have you set the date of Anuska's wedding?" ask Grandpa on the sidelines of their friendship.

"We still need time, Pa. Anuska is also in college. Later after graduation he will get married" replied Anuska's father.

"But if you let this matter go too long, your daughter will be a spinster until the end of her life. And one more, Papa wants to see Papa's only granddaughter sitting in the den with her husband" Grandpa replied firmly. The old man wants his granddaughter to be married before he turns 20.

"Papa, I've been pressing Anuska too much. Let her live her days before the engagement is done. I've found a soul mate that deserves her," replied Anuska's father steadily. The middle-aged man who still looked dashing even though he was no longer young was already finding a companion figure for his only puppet princess.

"Who?" ask Mom full search.

"You'll know him when the time comes."

Two pairs of husband and wife of different generations were silent and dissolved in each other's minds. Without them realizing, that there was someone who harbored pain and disappointment in there. In fact, not infrequently his tears fell down his smooth cheeks, namely Anuska.

Tears were always faithfully accompanying his days all this time. However, Anuska never showed his weakest side to all family members. He harbored himself all his pain, his disappointment, his wounds, and his heartache.

Anuska wiped away the tears that started to escape again. I don't know why some days this 19-year-old teenage girl is getting emotional. Sometimes the crying lasts until midnight. Even she had to cry in the corner of the room while biting her blanket so that no one would know if she was crying bitterly.

"Mom, at least be my friend. Be my solace, ma'am. Be my place to lean on and pour out all my grievances. Be a wall to support my weak body, ma'am." Anuska was still crying bitterly in the corner of the room. Empty look.

"Dad, at least be my role model so that I can strongly accept reality. Be my first love so that I may know what it is that affection that Father and Mother often speak to me."

Yes, Anuska just needs a friend to be her place of support when the heart finds a point of saturation. Then the heart will return to its original place. Anuska just needs an explanation of affection in the midst of incessant sentences that are thrown like endless from the lips of both parents.