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THE WIYARTA FAMILY AND THE DRAMA IN IT PART 2

            “Sit down, Miss Asha!” The woman that was called Mother by first brother Arata-Kendra, asked me who had just entered the special meeting room to sit in front of them.

            This impromptu encounter looks more like an interrogation - in my opinion. How not? Father and Mother Arata sat together in front of me while two older Arata sisters sat on the side of this rectangular table. The two of them looked more like executioners who were ready to give me punishment when I wrongly answered questions from Father and Mother Arata.

            “Nona Asha must have been surprised to find Kendra bringing you here to meet us.” Arata's mother spoke again, probably because she was the only woman in the Arata family and thought that women would be open to each other.

            “Se-little. Sorry in advance, I have to call with what call?” I asked a little nervous. I felt that if I mispronounced a little, my life could drift faster than it should.

            “Then, I will call you directly by the name of Asha. While Asha can call me with Mom, Arata's father with the call of Father and Arata's two sisters with the call of Sister.” After saying that with a smile on her lips, Mother Arata looked towards Father Arata. “Can that be it, Dad?”

            “Sure, my wife.”

            Glug. I gulped my saliva hearing a heavy voice from Arata's father. It sounded like a thunderclap so heavy that at times it could strike me if I didn't properly organize my words.

            “It looks like we will have a sweet little sister after all this time we only have a little brother who is difficult to manage,” said Maha with a sneaky smile while eating a sweet cake in front of her.

            “Seeing how sweet Miss Asha is, I feel a little envious of Arata,” Kendra said as she stared at me with her flat face. “If only .. I had met you first, maybe you had long been a part of this family, Miss Asha.”

            “So you guys like Asha a lot, Kendra? Maha?” Arata's mother commented on two of her son's words about me while looking at me with a smile on her lips. That smile .. I don't know how to interpret it, whether it's a warm smile or an ordinary smile or maybe a smile a sign of dislike with me, I don't know.

            “Sure, Bu.” Maha who seems to talk more than Kendra answers the question of Arata's mother first. “See Asha, Mom! He's very simple. Its appearance is simple unlike most women today who have to wear thick makeup even to get out of the front house though. Seeing how Arata had been chasing after her all this time, I knew that Asha was not a woman who saw someone from their standing and wealth. Finding a woman like Asha is rare in an age like this, ma'am. Brother agrees with me, doesn't he?”

            Kendra nodded her head with a flat face. “I agree with Maha, Mom. Seeing how Arata has been trying so hard to gain her popularity for the sake of finding Miss Asha, I feel that Miss Asha is indeed worthy to be a part of our family.”

            Part of his family? Me? To be part of this family? Did they not misjudge me? While I was busy staring at the confused two Arata sisters because of their opinion, Arata's mother smiled at the opinions of her two sons while looking at me.

            “It's nice if you have the same opinion as me. These two sons of mine are truly my great sons.”  Arata's mother praised her two sons before finally looking at her Husband who was sitting next to her with a flat face since then and not much to say. “What about my husband? What do you think of Asha?”

            Receiving a question from his wife who is none other than Ms. Arata, Arata's father immediately directed his gaze at me and made me who sat in front of him feel like I would die with just a sharp look from him. I felt like running from this place as soon as possible, but if I did, I might just take a step and I would instantly die on the spot.

            “Your name is Asha?” Arata's father's thunderous voice sounded while asking me.

            “I-iya, A-dad,” I said nervously.

“What do you like about Arata?”

Glug. That question is really the hardest question I've ever had in my entire life. I even had a hard time finding that answer when I asked myself during my time with Arata. And now ... Arata's father asked me that question when I hadn't found the right answer to it myself.

“To be honest .. I don't know what makes me like Arata. All this time ... Arata always clings to me like a prick. Wherever and wherever we were together, it felt like Arata's views were always on me and never intended to let go. To be honest ... initially I was disturbed by the existence of Arata. All this time I have locked myself up and let go of almost all relationships with humans. But Arata just came along and forced his way into my life. My life was a mess because of Arata, but during his journey from Arata I actually learned many things that had made me forget that the relationship between humans is so pleasant. So if I had to say the reason I'm still with Arata, maybe because he's the real culprit in my life. He was a pest who never let go of me even after I pushed him to leave. He was a bitch who never intended to leave even though I was trying to get away from him. And also he is the only real person who gives symbiotic mutualism to me.”

“Newly this time there is a woman who dared to say if the Wiyarta family members are the benalu in her life.”

Glug. I swallowed my mouth again for the second time. In an instant I felt that if my life was going to float in a matter of minutes, ah it could not be a matter of seconds because of the pure supposition that I had always done to Arata all this time.

            A moment of silence after I gave that answer to Arata's father. The two Arata sisters closed their mouths tightly, unlike before as if they felt what I was feeling right now.  

            “So how do you think of Asha?” Arata's mother opened her mouth and broke the silence that had made me feel so nervous.

            “Asha is an honest and unique woman. It was the first time anyone had mentioned the Wiyarta family members as being benalu but since the sash in this sense is a good sash, I was a little impressed by it. Maybe because Asha's work is a writer, therefore how to make different assumptions with most people.”

            Huft, I loosened my shoulders a little bit which was already very stiff because I felt that my life might be drifting in just a matter of minutes.

            “Thank God that I like him too,” said Ms. Arata with a smile on her lips that this time I think that smile is a happy smile.

            The atmosphere that had felt so tense slowly began to melt and felt warmth in it. I began to feel that this family before me was a harmonious family like any other dream family. But why does Arata call himself a failure in the lives of many people when talking about his family? I felt that the image did not match the atmosphere I was feeling right now.

            Brakkkk.

            The sound of the door opening loudly, rang out and made all of us who were inside the same room, look in the same direction.

            “Author!!”

            I was surprised to find Arata was the one who forcefully opened the door and made a fuss in the middle of this unexpected encounter.