Shackles of Love

48. Revealed

The Thanksgiving event began after dzuhur and continued with a joint meal.

Keisha, Prita and Alena sit together on a garden chair surrounding a mini-sized round table.

Keisha sees Kagendra coming with two children whose faces look alike.

“Len, twins brought by your parents who is it?” ask Keisha.

“Ponne me.” Answer Alena briefly.

“What?” yell Keisha and Prita together.

“Do not shout rich so deh.” Alena kalem.

“So they're his son A Endra?” ask Keisha

“Yes.”

“Kok can?” Keisha was astonished.

“Yes can.” Sahut Alena is lazy.

“What do you mean by how your brother dapetin tuh twins?” Keisha clarified the question.

“That's A Endra's son with his wife.” Alena answered with a mouth full of food.

“Oh, Your sister is married it turns out.” Keisha only understood the news that he had just heard because during his escape he did not know any news other than about his family and friends.

‘Not his wife escaped?” ask Prita to investigate.

“Udah met, but not yet reversed. Thank God, A Endra is the guy who is bummer.” Sahut Alena's.

“You're funny-funny. Can you ask one not to make the match Ara?” Prita Canda.

“Originally you can just have a daughter-in-law who most likely descended her nyebelin behavior that resembles her father.” Alena is still badmouthing her own sister.

“Gak be deh.” Prita said shuddering.

Keisha and Alena laughed heartily at Prita's slightly frightened speech at the thought of having a daughter-in-law whose behavior was a lot minus.

Keisha looked at the man standing beside Kagendra. The man who for one month is always present almost every night in his daydream before going to bed.

Like capturing a signal, Arfian also looked towards Keisha.

Keisha immediately turned his face and moved from his seat towards the table where various cakes were served.

As Keisha walked back towards her seat, she saw Arfian walking closer towards her.

Keisha was misbehaving, not knowing how to behave. Especially when he did not see Alena and Prita who had been sitting together.

Keisha tried to ease her racing heartbeat. He walked slowly to the place he had been sitting.

As Keisha sat in her chair, Arfian walked up to her and sat down on the chair in front of her.

“How are you, Kei?” greet Arfian.

“Good.” Answer Keisha briefly.

“Sgratitude.”

The two of them were silent no longer saying a word.

“Hmmmm Arfian tried to break the cold atmosphere of the north pole.

“About?” Keisha asked back

“Kita.”

“For what?” ask Keisha again.

“Clean all misunderstandings that may slightly damage our relationship.” Answer Arfian.

“What relationship does it mean?” ask Keisha ketus.

Arfian sighed violently.

“Friendship, friendship, family, or whatever it is up to you how to label our relationship.” Sahut Arfian was a little upset.

“What do you want to talk about?” asked Keisha with a tone of voice that still sounded a little tart.

“If you speak, look into the eyes of the interlocutor. It's not polite that you're talking to me but you're not looking at me.” Arfian uses the word ‘saya’ to call himself.

Keisha still did not want to turn his gaze towards the fish pond.

“Do not worry. If you want to talk, yes cepetan ng.” Keisha was upset.

“We talk in my room.” Arfian got up from his seat and walked into the house to his room.

Reluctantly Keisha set foot following the Arfian.

After Keisha was in her room, Arfian locked the door.

“What the heck.” Keisha shouted while trying to open the door of the room.

“Sit!” arfian orders with his chin to have Keisha sit on the sofa by the window.

Keisha threw his body on the sofa.

“What do you say? Cepetan!” Said Keisha in a high tone.

“You angry?” asked Arfian gently.

Keisha kept silent and did not answer.

“Why are you angry?”

“Think of yourself.” Keisha ketus.

“I don't know why you're angry. If you're angry at me because I made a mistake with you, I'm sorry.” Arfian said as he shifted a small chair and sat in front of Keisha.

“See me if you talk to me again.”

“I hate you. I don't want to see your face.” Desis Keisha whose gaze was still in the other direction.

Arfian drew and exhaled slowly. His mind kept strengthening so that he would continue to be patient.

“Sabar..sabar..sabar Arfian..” his inner self repeats the word patience many times.

“Keisha, I will not know the reason you hate me and the reason you are angry with me if you do not reveal it. I am not ‘smart’ or psychic who can guess the thoughts of others.” Arfian tried to persuade Keisha with the smoothest words possible.

Tears began to seep from the corner of Keisha's eyes. His back quickly wiped the tears that were about to come out.

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to be continued....