Miss Hurray, I Love You!

Twenty-six

It was still too early for Roman to get such an amazing surprise. The sun wasn't even so hot when his chest was so hot, knowing that for four months he had been living someone else's life - a figure Alsava had written.

During these four months, no Roman - now Rafan - thought he was the heir to one of the most famous companies in the country.

Rafan sighed and leaned back in the luxurious car seat. The man stared at the streets he passed by with a blank look. His mind drifted far into the scene a moment ago.

"So you mean you lied to me and benefited me Va?" Rafan was unable to think clearly, he shouted a voice in front of Alsava. Something he had never done in four months.

"Sorry."

Only that word kept Alsava repeating itself as Rafan cornered her with a sentence that hurt the girl's heart.

"I lived a hard life until I had no self-esteem it turns out you played me Alsava!" Jerk Rafan again to make Alsava shrivel fear and start sobbing slowly.

"Here you go, son, let's go home. Uncle knows you must have felt deceived and deceived but at least this girl has been taking care of you all this time."

"But this is not true Uncle," elak Rafan was still with overflowing emotions.

Alsava stepped into the room with slow steps while holding the sob. He glanced at Rafan's face which looked crimson and stiffened. There was no longer a meek Roman and spoke to him affectionately.

The one in front of him now was the arrogant young master Rafan the heir to the throne of a large company belonging to the Dizhwar family.

"I'm sorry I sold expensive watches, but at that time I was confused because I had to pay for surgery and care. This is a savings book with the remaining money selling watches, in it there is a piece of paper containing pins and details of the money Brother I used."

Rafan snorted disliked, he even turned his face as if he was not willing to look at the face of Alsava who was now looking at him gently. Alsava thrusts the savings book closer towards Rafan. The man silently refused to accept and even closed his chest.

"I promise Bang, all the money I'm using as soon as I can get changed."

"Great you Va, all this time made me have no self-esteem because of being a husband who is unable to provide. Apparently the money you're using is mine too." Rafan laughed at the end of the sentence.

"Sorry."

Only that word was processed by Alsava's brain, the girl lowered her head deeply. Rafan again did not look and respond. The disappointment he felt made the growing affection for the girl disappear and turn into deep resentment.

Uncle Yo who had been lazy to see the drama between Rafan and Alsava began to stand up.

"Rafan let's go home!" take him along while helping Rafan stand up.

Alsava who saw that did not stay still, he took the savings book that was placed on the floor and stood up and rushed after Rafan who was already in the doorway.

"Abang I'm sorry, please accept this Bang. The rest I promise to change." Alsava blocked Roman's arm and pressed the passbook against the man who still displayed a hostile aura.

"No need, take it as your wages are already willing to take good care of me." Rafan pulled his arms strong to make Alsava's thin body slumped backwards.

The man stepped up to follow Uncle Yo and his man even though in a way that was not normal.

"She must have hated me so much, not even turned her head to the end" said Alsava with tears streaming down her cheeks, the girl staring at the back of Rafan who was getting further away from the range of her vision.

"Your own fault Va, so bear all the risks," he murmured as he sobbed, tears falling down the floor and the bankbook he held.

"Bas on a liar woman!" hiss Rafan, both hands clenched above the knee. Uncle Yo who saw that could only sigh and had no intention of calming down.

The middle-aged man instead stared at the scene behind the window, letting Rafan enjoy his emotional turmoil now.

***

"Let's get down, kid, we're here!" take Uncle Yo when Rafan still has not come down from the car even though the car engine has been dead since five minutes ago.

The middle-aged man opened the car door next to Rafan.

"Come Nak! don't be confused, this is your home a relic from both your parents."

Rafan blinked realized from his daydream which was stunned by a magnificent building dominated by white paint and a little gold color polish. With Rafan slowly getting down from the car, not immediately stepping but stunned for a while. Again stunned by the luxurious residence in front of him.

"Come on, kid!"

Once again Rafan is jolted by uncle Yo's invitation who is already in the doorway. With a little bit of fatigue Rafan climbed the porch steps of the house and began to follow the steps of uncle Yo went inside.

Again Rafan was amazed by the beauty of the house and luxurious interior design, as well as the layout of the furniture that seemed to have been thought out carefully.

"Uncle you go to your room, son!" Uncle Yo kept herding Rafan into the elevator to his room on the third floor.

"Come in and rest." Rafan still did not make a sound when Uncle Yo opened the door of a spacious room and no less luxurious. Slowly Rafan entered with agile eyeballs scanning every corner of the room.

"If there is anything call Bi Asih by phone or can call another waiter," said Yo's uncle before closing the door and got a nod from Rafan.

Slowly Rafan stepped closer towards the bed that looked spacious and neat. The color of the bed sheet is in line with the color of room paint which is dominated by white and gray, a monochrome color combination that gives the impression of masculine and neat.

Rafan sat on the edge of the bed and felt the soft and soft surface of the bed. Somehow his heart suddenly remembered the thin mattress that he had slept on for four months while in Alsava's rickety house in the village.

Her lips turned cynical, cursing at her own heart for comparing the comfort of sleeping on her butut mattress and super luxurious bed now. Rafan slammed his body slightly on the bed, a body that slightly swayed up and down showing how soft the mattress he was sleeping on was now.

His eyes stared at the ceiling. Although resentment, disappointment and anger dominated him earlier to be able to do rough even snapping Alsava, far in the smallest corner of his heart Rafan had missed the girl when they had not long separated.

"I should be able to forget that liar girl, she was just using me for her own sake." Given all that both hands Rafan clenched firmly on the bed. His chest again rumbled to hold back the emotions that were re-stirring.

"Breng.sek!" rafan was full of frustration because no matter how much anger and disappointment in Alsava, the corner of his little heart could not completely hate even though his brain wanted to.

"It's just a matter of time, yes I'm sure as time goes by I'll forget the girl," Rafan muttered as he sighed softly.

***

"Why Yo?" ask Ms. Cathrine-His mother Alexi-greeting uncle Yo by phone.

The middle-aged woman's eyes - with bright red hair - were staring at her daughter who was fitting a wedding dress at the help of some boutique staff. Yes, finally the marriage of Alexi and Rangga is being prepared after last week Rangga proposed to Alexi officially to both parents.

The face of Ms. Cathrine immediately pias when she heard the words of her business partner on the phone. She looked at her daughter, who was smiling, staring at her reflection in a wedding dress in the mirror.

"Well, I'll pass this news to Alexi." Ms. Cathrine gulped down her saliva heavily, worry began to creep through her heart about the news she had just heard.

"What would happen if,-"

"Siang aunty, wow... I'm so sure it turns out that Alexi's beauty did get off her mama." Cathrine's mother's words hung in the air as Rangga suddenly came to greet her with a warm smile.

Ms. Cathrine was speechless, trying to smile stiffly in response to Rangga's words.