Not a Girl Again

Part 3

The night begins to close the day. However, still Aji's eyes can not be closed. The man was still busy with raging thoughts.

A shadow about his future wife named Rea was chatting with another man still floating around. Aji knew, they agreed to accept this match because of the form of obedience to both parents. However, again to be emphasized, the man does not like the slightest betrayal.

In my heart there is a presumption. Between positive and negative assumptions, everything collides into one. Make drowsiness reluctant to come bothering.

Once again the shadow stopped by, Aji could only sigh tiredly. His heart was troubled about a riddle that did not yet have a knot.

***

"Bad, there's someone who wants to see you."

Before the woman's eyes managed to shut, the sound from the doorway attracted attention. Without a reply Naswa opened the door. Appearing the middle-aged woman who was now staring at her face intensely.

"There's someone who wants to meet. I want you to carefully consider all the decisions. Don't be rash."

As Mother had said, Naswa felt something was wrong. Just a few steps into the living room, a man with an unfamiliar posture had lowered his head. A second later, he looked up.

Once read an expression of admiration for the beauty that Naswa had. Again and again the woman chose to silence the attitude earlier. He preferred to sit up and stare at the middle-aged man who looked calm and not disturbed.

"This is my son, Mar." Naswa smiled as he smiled.

"Well, it's pretty too, yeah! Not inferior to his late brother."

Naswa smiled bitterly remembering about Ratna. Perhaps if time could play out, she would not allow her brother to marry Rehan. The man who had a million ways to achieve his dreams was too dirty.

"So quickly reveal, Dit!" The middle-aged man beside the young man said.

Naswa stared at the netra that had been coated by the glasses calmly. Prepare to face all the circumstances that can happen. His instincts were too strong and had caught the signal that there would be another proposal.

"I'm here because I want to invite a son named Naswa Farida to taaruf."

The sentence was uttered with a firm tone and extraordinary earnestness. Naswa was a little shaky with the man in front of her. Moreover, seeing the reflected earnestness. Which woman could resist God's perfect sculpture like that man?

"The answer is in the hands of Naswa. If Naswa wills, then Nak Adit can continue."

Everyone's eyes were on Naswa. The woman did not bow. He remained upright and tried to stay firm with his stance.

"Before I answer all your questions. Can I ask you a question?"

Adit frowned, but the next second a nod of his head made Naswa relieved. "What do you want to ask?"

"If as I was the woman who had lost her crown, would you still be able to accept?"

The question was like a puzzle that made Adit pensive for a moment. The man's mind could not guess what the crown Naswa said. His mind is too busy with a beautiful face that is now dancing and disturbing concentration.

"You mean?" Adit asked while looking at Netra Naswa.

"Can you accept that I'm not a virgin?"

There was a surprised look from the three people who were now sitting on the wooden chair. Mr. Naswa was only able to look at his son with a look of disbelief. Adit was the same, the man was confused by the question Naswa asked.

"I guess all men don't want to marry the rest."

Naswa was struck by a thousand daggers because of Adit's words. Especially the word "leftover" which now actually makes dew on the net began to appear. After being silent for a long time, he reopened his voice.

"I can't accept your invitation to taaruf. Maybe you're too good."

After that sentence, Naswa resigned. He needs silence and alone. The woman is still confused by the name "remnant". Do women not change things in the eyes of men? Instantly the question came to mind.

***

The order was firmly uncontested. Without further ado, the woman sat in front of her father. There is a beating in the heart, but it is different from the existing state. In the family room only silence remained.

"What do you want to ask?"

The silence was broken by Naswa's voice. The middle-aged man who had been reading the newspaper, now turned to look at the princess with an unusual expression. Last night without anyone knowing, he could not sleep interpret the question that always ringing from the incident last night.

"So ... is there anything Naswa is hiding from the father?"

As usual, the question made Naswa unable to resist the dew that began to come out. The woman was silent with her face down. Choose to pay attention to the white floor is not stained.

"Naswa don't duck if you talk. Everyone has problems. You want to share."

"Naswa should share what, sir?" Naswa looked up with tears that began to disappear again.

"Father wants Naswa to share all the hidden problems."

Naswa hung in for a moment. Take a breath and throw it away. Repeatedly the woman did the same thing so that the feeling of tightness no longer rattled and went away.

"Naswa,"–the man clasped his daughter's finger–"tell me, son!"

Not heeding his father's orders, Naswa was dizzy in the middle-aged man's arms. Tightly pressed against his chest. Making a silent cry increases the sobbing.

"Don't feel alone. You still have a father. Did you ever hurt you?"

Naswa shook her head with a reddened nose. The memories of the past are back. The middle-aged man he referred to as the father never once hurt.

"So why are you still silent? I want to know your burden, son!"

"Nas—Naswa su—it's not holy anymore, sir."

Along with Naswa's sobs, the two middle-aged men also condoned. Looking at his daughter who was crying. The stranglehold is able to convey the wound that is being felt.

"Who is that guy?"

Although there was still a lingering sense of disbelief, Mr. Naswa asked. The middle-aged man was not angry, but disappointed. Disappointed in his daughter. However, before all clarity was revealed, he preferred silence.

"Di—dia Rehan Aditama's. Seven years ago he stole everything, sir. On the night when he was having a fight with Brother Ratna. At night, Mom and Dad were not home. Yeah, that night I've been stained—"

And prang!!!

On the doorstep the middle-aged woman dropped a glass of coffee. Staring in disbelief at Naswa and his father. One dew managed to flow wet the cheeks that look wrinkled.

"During that time you kept this secret?"

There was a tinge of disbelief coming out of Naswa's mother's mouth. Disappointed and angry mixed into one. The taste is not for Naswa, but for Rehan who has always looked very good.

"Why are you dishonest, Nas?"–Mother Naswa shakes her daughter's shoulder–" said! Why aren't you honest?"

"Because ak—I don't want to disappoint you guys. Didn't Brother Ratna often praise Brother Rehan and you also justify all? I don't want to be counted. So better silence—"

"I'm your mother, Nas! I deserve to know your wounds, son!"

Naswa's mother no longer shook her daughter's arm. He hugged his youngest daughter. Then an apology just slid in.

Tbc.