Ravana's Note: Scandal

Ravana Note 56: Extra 1

7 Years does seem long, but for Ravana those times are filled with many events that go complicated until delivering it here.

He knelt before Sisca's grave. While staring at his cold navel and the ground covered with green grass.

While playing the flowers blooming around the tomb, the young man recalled the face that used to often accompany his days.

His laughter as it spun in the middle of the beach, their absurd meeting in the office, which when Ravana remembered was actually Sisca clothes always in white. Be it shirts and skirts, or dresses, and accessories.

It was actually a sign that the form was not mortal.

Ravana once remembered, when Sisca became Tasmirah he often used striking colors. Maybe he is styled not to be himself but on demand at his job. Her, all the costumes fit for her.

And now, now,

"You know Sisca, I'm kind of going back in time after you. Because the older he gets, the more he looks like you" Ravana said with a faint smile.

"What distinguishes you is only the color of the eyes" he added.

Ravana looked up at the sky. "My Papa's condition is also not good. It's already obvious. Mama is also often not feeling well maybe because of the stress of thinking about Papa. Yes the conditions are natural for humans, it should be like that,"

Ravana bites her lips remembering when her Papa fell unconscious in the office, or when she saw her Mom waiting for her Papa in the hospital while teaching.

"Her father Ai is also no longer likely to be normal activities. His youth was often hurt. So now his body condition is a bit worrying. Even though it can be said for such an old age, he is still quite great. It's just not following along with weapons," Ravana smirked.

"Over this time, we've all struggled to get up. Especially Sita. Moreover, many people who claimed to be relatives of Gopar after knowing that Sita. will marry me,"

Ravana stared at Sisca the Tasmirah. "How many people knew you were pregnant with your child?" tanyanya.

"I tried every way to think of Sita as just my sister, but the more days she looked more and more like you. I can't escape your shadow,"

"But still, you're different people. I know Sita better than you. And i'm... Love him for what he is. Not because he looks like you,"

"Until I feel like I'm cheating on you. Because he's so... Hem, you could say his behavior is sweeter than any girl I know, you have a great kid. He knows I've craved you a lot, wishing you were still alive, but he patiently awaits me chesty take you off completely,"

"So... I'm just here to tell you this. Sita and I are getting married today. Maybe you already knew from Sita yesterday when she came here yes," Ravana stroked the headstone like stroking Sisca's hair. "Unlike the legend that Ravana was heartbroken towards Sita, this Ravana would marry her. Rama who is here already belongs to someone else, you see. Hehe,"

"Hopefully, you have calmed down by his side, Sisca. We let go of you sincerely. Totally..."

Thank you, Iwan.

I don't regret knowing you.

A voice whispered next to his ear.

Ravana was momentarily stunned to hear it. He remained silent and in a kneeling position.

His power and vision for astral-related matters had indeed disappeared. But he heard it.

The voice he had always missed.

It sounds different to Sita.

The voice that used to accompany his days.

Ravana smiled bitterly. Once again, he held back his tears with all his might.

"Sita,"

"Yes Pah?"

Sebastian smiled at her.

"Why is Papa smiling?" Fransita asked with a frown.

"Now you're really Papa's son, you know,"

Fransita shut up for a moment. Then he bowed with a shy smile, "Yes, too" he murmured.

"The meaning of 'papa' and his daughter this time is absolutely valid" added Mr. Sebastian.

Then he coughed.

"Hm" Fransita gave him a cup of warm water. "Papa lifestyle changed dong, I'd like to see papa nimang grandson,"

"When it's his age, he wants a healthy lifestyle whatever it is can not avoid death,"

"No reason, Papa knows I'm right," Sita pinched Mr. Sebastian's shoulder gently.

Sita moved her seat closer to Mr. Sebastian's wheelchair, then grabbed his arm and his head rested on the man's shoulder. "Bah,"

"Yes?"

"I want to marry Mas Iwan not because of the pressure of marriage,"

"Hm,"

"Also not because of love of location,"

"Hmmm, uh,"

"Also not because of Mama Sisca,"

"Yes,"

"The son of Papa who was still crying in the middle of his sleep while calling the name of Mama Sisca,"

"Where do you know?"

"I often sneak into his room in the middle of the night if you want to help his sophisticated gaming laptop,"

"Ooh, cynads,"

Sita frowned in annoyance while looking at Mr. Sebastian.

"I don't have a deep inner relationship with Mama Sisca. Never even really talked. So ever since he died, I've been trying to move forward a little bit. But apparently it's hard for Mas Iwan,"

"Yes obviously, he even has an office in the CTF" said Mr. Sebastian.

"I'm not jealous, Pah" Fransita said.

"Yes, yeah,"

"Maybe Mama Sisca has also taken this into account. That's why he took the projection of my form when I used to be a lost soul,"

"So if it's in Tiktok it's some kind of filter huh,"

"Dih Papa!"

"It's up to you and your justification,"

"Where the hell is Pah, I'm talking again!"

"Well, Papa was horrified,"

"Kok even made me sprain anyway?"

"Where the hell?"

"Udah ah! I'm licking it!"

"You're mostly craving Papa,"

"Papa mostly messes with it," murmured Fransita.

"Hey," Mr. Sebastian poked out his index finger and pointed at the woman's cheek, "Papa rasa, no matter what form he takes when becoming a Lost Soul, Iwan will still fall in love with her. And even now, even if you don't look like Sisca, Iwan will still love you for who you are,"

"Hum.., um...,"

"Is that what you're worried about right now?"

Fransita nodded weakly.

"Sita, if you want to see the seriousness of Ravana's heart. Look at tonight. You've never seen him relate to another woman, have you? Just touching no, as Papa remembers. Even with that flirtatious Maria, she kept her distance. All this time, only you can let her hug,"

"I've been his sister all this time,"

"Yes still a foster sister,"

"Hm,"

"Tonight, his embrace will be different from the usual one. Papa's sure of that,"

"What kind of embrace?"

"You'll feel the difference. It's likely that the way he looks at you will be different, too,"