My Beloved Arana's

Chapter 6: Changes and Tears

Arana looked at her reflection in the mirror. For hours Arana has been in this beauty salon, the girl who has never felt care for her life now understands how tired and complicated it is to be beautiful more beautiful.

After being dragged here and there trying out equipment she never knew, Arana was finally done. But the results obtained from the struggle for hours are so satisfying. The girl in the mirror looks like Alana. It's really like a betel in two. It's just that when someone observes more closely, the difference between the two is in the pair of eyes. Alana's beads are sharp and darker, while Arana's belong soft and bright with a tinge of a smile that can always be seen.

Arana had to give up her long cut black hair. Although not cut as short as Alana's, her hair is quite short. Even the natural color should be changed with a soft brown color and slightly curly just like Alana's.

"Haha, it's finally over. Look at my mahakaryaku!" Manada said while shaking his waist.

Arana stared at Manada's reflection and smiled. "Thank you for the help, madam. Next time maybe I'll come if I can."

"Oh of course! You're such a fun and polite girl, it's so nice to talk to a smart kid like you." Tukas Manada made Arana smile.

He stood up. "I'll excuse you then, madam. I think I should go home before Mama looks for me."

Manada nodded his head. Before looking at Arana who stepped away and left her salon by car. Manada sighed and shook his head.

"Nineteen years of his identity is kept secret. Now he returns and is immediately asked to take the place of his spoiled, bad-tempered twin." Mumbled.

"The poor boy."

...***...

"Wow, the result is good." Alana turned around Arana while muttering.

He nodded, returned to his place and crossed his hands in front of his chest. Sitting on the bed in Arana's room, he gave a code for Arana to sit on the sofa in the girl's room.

"I'll tell you the things I used to do along with Alva and some of my little quirks." Said.

He continued. "Every weekend Alva would come and take me for a walk. My favorite place is the shopping mall. So if Alva offers you where you want to go, just answer the shopping mall."

"Every time I meet her I'll use purple perfume. So make sure to use the purple one." Said.

I don't know how much time was spent, but when Alana finished talking and left, the sky was already evening and Arana's eyes felt heavy. Alana explained everything in detail, starting from her habit when she was with Alva, with her friends. Explain to anyone his best friend and how he gets along. Even including what conversations they often talk about and what are the ways to get away from difficult situations conversations that they do not understand.

Arana.

He went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth before falling into a dream when he touched the bed.

The next day, there were two Alana eating at the table. The one with the effect asked Lidia to get some food, while the other one just kept quiet while occasionally spooning the rice and side dishes. The table of four benches was full. Had the elder been there, Arana would not have doubted that she would have been asked to eat with the steward in the kitchen.

"Today Alana will follow Hiro to the Netherlands and settle there with Imela's grandmother. Today you have to replace Alana. Two more days Alva will come to pick you up for figthing the wedding dress." Obviously Lydia made Arana stop her chewing for a moment before nodding her head a sign that she understood.

"Did you not even have a voice? Just watch out if you foil my plan!" Threat Alana.

Arana put down her cutlery and looked up, staring intently at Alana. "I'm not here as your errand boy, Alana. I'm here, because my mom asked me to replace you and marry Alva because you don't love her. Even without your previous existence, I was able to survive alone."

Every word he uttered left the three of them speechless. "So don't use threats on me. I can even leave here and let you marry that man if I want. Please take care of your modesty."

After saying that, Arana refocused herself on her breakfast.

Alana flushed with stifled anger. He turned to Lydia and exclaimed, "Ma!"

Lydia grabbed Alana's hand and shook her head. Tell him not to say anything that could offend Arana. Arana is right, she can leave anytime, whenever she wants. Because in fact it is true, that Arana can survive until now without them.

Finding that Lydia was defending Arana more, Alana snorted bitterly and slammed her cutlery before crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"It sucks!" His grunts.

...***...

It had been afternoon since Alana boarded the plane that would take her abroad, away from the Indonesian capital. Looking out the window, Arana decided to take a walk around the luxury residential complex.

Arana grabbed her blue baby jacket and stepped down after tidying up her hair. Her steps slowed as Lydia, who was sitting on a couch, turned her back while holding the phone in her left hand.

"really? How's the latest recipe?" Ask the guy across there.

I don't know what answer I got, but it seems less than satisfactory as Lydia's expression shriveled slightly. Arana looked at him for two seconds and opened her cleavage.

"Ma, I'm gonna go out for a minute."

But as the wind went, Lydia seemed to be so focused on what she was doing that she didn't hear her voice. Arana sighed softly, before stepping away leaving Lydia with her busyness.

If it was Alana, it would have been different.

After walking far enough, Arana found a garden that there is a complex it. The park is spacious, even wide enough to have a multi-storey fountain and shady trees to minimize sun exposure.

Arana sits herself on one of the benches and after some time enjoying the quiet garden, she pulls out her phone to check on a message from her best friend, Amber.

[Arana, are you eating well there? Otherwise I'll book a flight ticket and pick you up there~] immediately

[I eat a lot. Food's delicious.]

Amber hasn't responded. Arana understood that Amber might still have the class at this hour, so Arana immediately came out of the mailbox and was about to get up before someone hit her. Arana slumped backwards, until the phone in his hand was thrown. Before making a sound from the fountain.

Plung!

"My phone!" The screech.

Arana glared and immediately got up towards the fountain, reached out her hand to reach out to her phone and checked the black phone. When her hand pressed the power button, Arana froze. His phone cracked in front of him, and did not want to turn on.

"Are you okay?" Someone who hit Arana approached her and asked her how she was.

Just when he saw Arana's face, he said, "Oh! It's ka—"

"My phone's dead and it's your fault." Said Arana staring at the young man in front of her with a trace of anger in her eyes.

"What's? Bad phone sep—" The young man's speech was again cut Arana.

"Is it so hard for you to apologize? You hit me and even broke my phone. Don't you feel a little guilty?" Arana.

Maniknya. He ignored his habit of using English. The phone was the one that his grandmother gave him and is now dead because of this stranger. And even he, did not apologize in the slightest.

It sucks!

Arana raised her leg, landing it hard on the black-haired young man to the point of making him screech.,"Auch! Pain hey!"

"Hmph! Next time apologize for making a mistake." Grunts Arana before passing away.

The young man was still holding his foot while looking at Arana who passed away before muttering faintly.

"That's Alana, right? What's wrong with him, try?"