Paper Layangan

Brightly Continuous

It was noon, even the sun was blazing. New eyebrows opened his eyes. He was exhausted in the face of his life. He stared at the belly of his queen, the stomach that would soon become distended as time went on. What will he explain to his parents about it all and how he has to face Al, the person who has been making him very comfortable.

Slowly he sat himself down and leaned on the head of the bed. His head turned as the door of his room opened. Shakila walked in with a smile on her lips.

"Honey, it's noon. You better wash your face and come down, we have lunch," said Shakila as she stroked the hair of Alis dear.

Eyebrows were silent, his eyes were staring at the curtains fluttering in the wind, he looked very hesitant to say it. His mind was raging, it felt like the burden he was carrying was extremely heavy.

"Let's go!" take Shakila again.

"Ma...." Shakila's steps stopped. He turned and looked at the Eyebrow that was just silent with its original position. Slowly he walked over to the Eyebrows. He sat himself right in front of the Eyebrows. Once again he looked towards the Eyebrow that looked fixed with a blank look. He knew his daughter was not okay.

"What's up, baby? Tell mama, don't hide anything by yourself," Shakila said pulling Alis in her arms. He knew that since Alis called him earlier, Alis was in trouble. Although the Eyebrow of a person is closed, he will still show a different gelagat when he is in trouble.

Eyebrows remained silent, she permeated the warm embrace of a mother, a mother who had raised her first even though she was not the mother who gave birth to her. Mother who always defended him even though her father always cornered her. His chest instantly tightened as a shadow of the past flashed across him. He doubted whether he should say it now or later, or not at all. But everything will remain visible and unravel.

"Alis, what's wrong? Tell my mama. Mama promised to keep it a secret from your father" Shakila said, letting go of her hug. His hands perched on the shoulder Eyebrow with a gentle gaze staring at the stiff girl.

Eyebrows took a rough breath, his eyes looked up, staring at the ceiling of the room. It felt like her mouth was so hard to declare that she was no longer a virgin.

"What this has to do with mister Rafael wanting to marry you," Shakila looked over with a suspicious look. This girl is too difficult to open her mouth even if she only says yes or no.

Slowly and doubtfully, Alis nodded. He looked towards Shakila who had been staring at him with a deep look.

"Will you be angry if I say something about my future?" ask Eyebrows. He looks very doubtful. Should he trust and share it even with his own mother. All this time he had no place to share unless he harbored it himself. He was afraid of being scorned and humiliated by others. He already felt how painful it was to be a bullyan material, he felt isolated for the umpteenth time. Living in solitude. For him happiness is pseudo, in fact throughout his life he never felt the name happy except when with someone he felt calm and comfortable. But is it appropriate that he still hopes for the person, while he is not as whole as before.

"Tell mama, what happened to you out there?" insist Shakila disperse the reverie of Eyebrows. He looked at Alis with a sense of anxiety, he was afraid that Eyebrow would behave like a few months ago, attempted suicide and ended up in the hospital. A quiet person like himself is unpredictable, whether he is sad or happy. He always buried them and hid them alone. His face always looked flat and hard to read.

"Darling, no matter what happens to you, I promise I won't get angry or report you to your father" Shakila once again persuaded him and reassured him.

His eyebrows lowered deeply, he bit his lips, did not dare to look at Shakila and he also hesitated to deliver it. But if she is pregnant, it is hidden because gradually it will also be found out.

"Ma, the Eyebrows are no longer virgins," the Eyebrows withered with tears streaming down her cheeks. Shakila was stunned to hear it, she was still trying to digest the words Eyebrow just now. He stared at Alis, his hands outstretched and grabbed the tiny body, clutching it back with a warm feeling. He was so sick to hear it but he could not judge Eyebrows or do anything else. It turned out that what he was afraid of all this happened as well, especially after he got news from January of that time. His feelings were also sick, but he tried hard because he was the place where the Eyebrows leaned and where the Eyebrows took shelter.

Like any smart and hardworking Alis, in his eyes Alis is still a teenager who needs guidance and protection from his parents. Shakila felt guilty for not being able to keep Eyebrows properly.

"Do you know who did it?" ask Shakila.

Eyebrows nodded faintly. "Rafael ma," he said. He sobbed and was stunned, several times he took a deep breath to calm his chest that felt squeezed.

"He's the man in charge" Shakila said. "Mama was expecting it when she first said she wanted to marry you. Before he came home, he again expressed his seriousness to marry you" said Shakila who calmed Alis back. He let go of his embrace, his hands cupped in the face of Eyebrows.

"Darling, you know how you feel, so you'll always support whatever you decide."

The eyebrows just remained silent, he drifted away with his own thoughts. How can he live with Rafael, while he does not love the arrogant man as well as Rafael, he marries Alis just because he has a sense of responsibility.

"Now we're down, lunch. Papa and brother are waiting downstairs!"

Eyebrows nodded and looked at Shakila. His feet were out of bed. He followed Shakila's steps with various feelings raging in his eyes.

When Shakila had reached the door of the room Alis, he stopped and turned momentarily facing Alis who was still dissolved in his daydream.

"Lusa, we'll check you out at the hospital. Who knows if your belly is already growing, so you should be able to limit your movements." Shakila smiled looking at her daughter.

They had already arrived at the dining hall, Riyan and Bastian were staring at them. Riyan looked clucked a few times as they were very long waiting for the Eyebrows to come down.

"You guys are so long. Is it that hard to wake the sleeping princess?" riyan grumbled as she stared at Alis who had just sat herself on the chair that was right in front of Riyan.

Eyebrows just stared at Riyan with a sharp highlight. Then he looked at the plate in front of him. His hand stretched out to pick up the rice spoon, wanting to scoop it up but his movements came to a halt.

"Alis, tomorrow is your school birthday" said Bastian who stared at Alis.

Eyebrows frowned faintly, he looked back at his father, watching closely.

"Why be pushed back? Usually never back down?" ask Alis confused. It is true that usually his school birthday is always on time even without him, quite January being his successor.

"Have you forgotten something that happened to you back then? And also your promise to brother?" riyan asked with a dislike highlight.

His eyebrows frowned again, he tried to remember the past.

"Fix your name and also silence the mouths of those who bully you. Have you forgotten their outrageous attitude towards you, even their parents have rejected you several times to go back to school" Riyan reminded.

"Yes, I know but why haven't you guys said it in the first place, since I first came back?" ask Cold eyebrows. They were not eating but were arguing at the dinner table.

"How could you tell that if we were so surprised by Rafael's request, the cold man suddenly proposed to you. What is the relationship between the two of you really? Or maybe you've been in a relationship for a long time?" riyan asked suspiciously.

Eyebrows glanced in dislike at her brother's incredible mouth. He looked down deeply, squeezing his hands under the table.

"We have a relationship!" said Eyebrow, instantly turning the gaze of everyone at the dining table towards her.

"But only cooperation between companies" he said again. All of them who were there seemed to be breathing a sigh of relief. Apparently Eyebrows are also good at stirring up their feelings.

"Dad also has a surprise for you tomorrow, this has been papa and mama planned for a long time. Hope you like it" said Bastian.

Eyebrows glanced at his mother who looked silent and looked wrong, he stared suspiciously.

"Is this a matchmaking problem at the time?" asked Alis annoyed.

"Why don't you give up on me!" say Eyebrow again. He was really upset because his life was always arranged as they wished.

"Alice! Did you not then agree to accept it. Then where is it our fault that you are asking to fulfill your promise" Bastian said in a voice that rose an octave.

Eyebrows down, he did not dare to argue when his father had changed the volume of his voice, it was a bad sign for him.

"Pa, according to mama, it's good we postpone this matchmaking problem, Alis is also still shocked because of the kidnapping at that time. Especially now that there's Rafael proposing to Alis, and we haven't decided yet, have we?" persuade Shakila. She did not want her husband to be reckless in taking action, let alone not knowing the true condition of Eyebrows.

"Can't! It's been too long since we delayed it. This matchmaking should have taken place before the Subhan family asked Alis first!" Bastian looked angry, he looked at his wife and Eyebrows with a sharp look.

"Pa, it's true what mom said, preferably___."

"Father stick to papa's decision!" sahut Bastian who cuts directly to Riyan's words.

"Already! Now we eat!" Shakila. They looked silent and ate in silence, all suffused with an uncomfortable feeling. Especially for the Eyebrows. What if her father knew she was no longer a virgin. Finish himself.

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