MY HANDSOME GIRL'S

MY HANDSOME GIRL'S
CHAPTER 14 *POV ZASKIA ASSADIL ALAM



You know, why so many people feel broken hearts. Or say that their hearts are broken. But the fact is that the heart is not boned.


It doesn't make sense, but it's all real. And that's what I'm feeling right now. I don't know why my heart ached when I accidentally heard Bhishma say that. My heart felt like it was being pierced by a thousand knives. I don't know what happened to this man. I must be feeling something called a broken heart.


I woke up from the daydream when Rinjani's hand accidentally nudged me.


"Hey, Rinjani," said a girl I recognize. He raised his smile towards Rinjani.


"Well? why are you here?" asked Rinjani in a sharp tone.


"It's so exciting to have your own sister-in-law."


"Look, yeah. Lo the same Ari sister was no longer related. Any time I will never want to have Brother-in-law a traitor like lo" said Rinjani.


"Gue knows I'm wrong. But, you see that Bisma will definitely return with me again," he said arrogantly. "And elo ..." He pointed at me.


"Elo never dream can dapetin bisma, deh. The bisma is just mine."


After saying so, Eunike walked haughtily past me. He sat in a chair far away from us. To my confusion, why did Eunice say as if I was going to snatch Bhishma from her. A girl like me could be Bhishma's girlfriend. The talk of Bisma just now made me realize first.


Waitaminute! What the hell am I thinking? Why should I even bother to think of things that far. Anyway why should I wish I could be her lover Bisma.


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I was in a very beautiful place, the view of the waterfall in front of me which was so stunning with a beautiful expanse of grass and flowers. Above it lay a rainbow. The morning sunshine is beautiful. It was like I was in a fairyland.


I looked around. Where am I really? Not far in front of me was a huge pile of stones. On it was a woman wearing a white dress. His face was invisible because of his position behind me. Because I was curious, I approached him.


When I was close to him, he looked. I was shocked and almost went back. His pale face, with a black girth that was around his eyes added to the sinister impression.


"Mama" I said, not believing what my eyes were seeing right now.


At once all the beautiful scenery like heaven disappeared and now there was only darkness. Everything disappeared except ... except this woman standing in front of me. With a light that only shines on him.


He nodded, then got up and looked up at me. "You murderer! You're a useless child!" woe. Then he laughed with a giggle.


I'm scared .. Really, I'm scared. The woman slowly walked towards me, or rather like hovering. Getting closer .. and closer... Shit, I can't even move my legs to escape. Do not run away, to move the fingers is difficult. Up to the distance of the woman was only a few centimeters from me ....


"Al .." Someone's soft voice called out to me.


"Why you?" ask Yayu who is sitting next to me.


I looked around the classroom. Shit, I fell asleep in class. I rubbed my face slowly. And yawned a few times.


"I'm okay." I smiled trying to look calm.


"Are you really okay?"


I nodded, holding Yayu's hand. "I'm fine, Yu." I tried to convince Yayu that I was okay.


Yayu sighed softly. " It must have something to do with your Papa, right? If you have a problem, you can tell me the same."


"Yes." Yeah." I just answered it briefly.


"I'm going to the library. You want to come?"


I shook my head gently. "No, deh. I want to be in class."


"Yes already. If that's what I am first, yes" Yayu stood up and left.


I sat with my hands on the table and propped up my chin. My mind why is this mess. It couldn't be Mama. Maybe that's the incarnation of my real fear.


I reached down to the table to pick up a book that I thought could take my mind off.


My hand felt like it was touching something else. I took that thing out. And it turned out to be a red rose along with a letter attached to its stem.


Whose flower is this? Maybe from one of my fans. But, they usually give it to me directly. I opened the letter with curiosity.


The letter contains ....


For the sweetest woman I've ever met,


If you think that I'm a coward. Yes, I am indeed a coward who only dares to stare at you silently from a distance. Unlike those who dare to profess their love for you even though they you refuse many times. But, does not love not have to be expressed verbally? Why was a letter created if it could not be used to express love for cowardly people like me. I'm a coward, but believe me my love is not as cowardly as I am. He was even braver for loving someone he had only known for a while.


The letter was so long that I myself almost yawned from getting tired of reading it. But, I appreciate. Her sweet words made me wonder and wonder, who is the person who sent me this letter?