Small Stars For Faila

Expecting his attention

Tired of fighting with my own mind, not to mention the Frans family torturing me with their babys work. Aunt Mira suddenly crossed my mind again. That nice lady, I miss her.

I went back into Frans' room. But suddenly it was like there was an earthquake in the room, Frans paper suddenly – suddenly scattered everywhere in all places, seeing that I was afraid that something seemed to disturb his mind, he said,

I chose to stay and lie down on the Sofa, which became Land for my sleep

I don't want to interfere. I was afraid to be the target of his anger.

~Dik-dak-duk~

The sound of my heart beating was not because I tried to close my eyes, distance myself from the plagues of his anger, but it was . He was increasingly venting anger at the paper he was drawing, tearing it up, clenching it, throwing it very upset.

~Kriiiing~

~Kriiiing~

The tone of the call went into my phone, Tari called me to take advantage of the opportunity to get out again.Something felt the atmosphere in Frans' room was very hot.

“Fai out come on, I'm bored here” said Tari on the other end of the phone

At that time I realized, married is not good, can not be free to say anything,

“I can't Tar, Frans home again there's a third world war” I said

“We want to go to the usual hangout place” said Tari. Imagining them hanging out at a cafe in a normal place, imagining them ordering a drink we used to drink made me feel thirsty.

I have to get out of this house first, I can't stand it, but I have to find a good reason to get out of this prison

Not usually otaku fast think ,”kakek” I called grandfather to make his situation he said again less healthy,

Good, a little grateful but not grateful because my grandfather was sick. But because I have a reason to get out.

I'm looking for her papa francs, because only she's willing to support me right now. Papi again sat with his grandmother Frans, I retreated, it would not be possible to ask permission there was a chatty grandmother there I was even in the sermon later.

I turned around like a broken iron, Frans' grandmother called and stood up. I took advantage of that opportunity.

“Pi”

“Fai, why baby?” said papi see my face yamg made for sad.but emang sad .But not as sad as my current acting.

“I want to go home grandpa first Pi, grandfather again less healthy” I said, with a sad face.

“Oh, yes go, papi is sad baby, but the problem is you just got married just yesterday, and we have to make an event for you to visit your family,” said Papi.

Oh my gosh this is a problem, twisting the brain to get out.

“I don't have a pi family, This is my family “Frans is also busy working in Pi's room. To bring him will be difficult. The wound on my back hurts too Pi, you want to check also”

I'm sure it worked because. Papi loved me so much, he saw his mother still turning her back on us.

“Alright Fai, go for a while ,later home before dinner yes,”tata papi reminds me.

“Good Pi ” Word almost kebablasan because of the sense of pleasure, because it can also breathe fresh air. After I was taken and pinned down in this house I was just in the room.

I went up to Frans' room again.I thought, should I ask permission. But in the contract written does not interfere with each other's affairs, but this includes not yes.

He no longer sat down to work on his drawing.He again laid his body on the bed.One hand was placed on his forehead, it seemed like the work drained his mind.

I didn't want to wake her up, so I just took my wallet and wanted to go.

“Are you not going to tell me where you are going?” Ask Frans and sit down.

“Oh, I think you are sleeping so don't want to disturb”

Hearing the word no matter that, it hurt so much. But never mind, I have to get used to it.

“So I've requested Permission on Papi So-“

“So you, no need to ask me permission like that?”

Cut Frans.

“ Is not like that” But do not want to argue with Frans because it will waste – my time.

“Alright, I want to see my grandfather” I said.

“You sure you were given the same permission papi ?” frans didn't believe it.

“Iya”

“ Alright,” says Frans says nothing more. Not asking . when to go home ? who's been picked up? and delivered with whom?’

What do you expect Faila from people not loving you anymore, monologuing themselves.

I don't think I want to go back to this house, there's no one reason that makes me want to go back.

I ordered a gojek that took me, to the cafe where we used to hang out.

Only until Adira has hunted with his perverted questions that make me feel sad, because it has not got it and will not get it. It feels strange that I want it so much,

“Ceritain dong,” says Repina.

“IYa, we-we want to hear want to know,” said Adira. Don't tell me you haven't done it Adira said. He has often done so with his ex-girlfriends. “Do you need to learn from the experts?” said adira.

One thing about Adira is this beautiful woman. She is a free woman. He does not want to date fellow students, because he does not have money he said. He will be dating a guy who really has money. It doesn't matter what the old man wants or what ugly husband matters.

I just shook my head with a smile when I was asked a question

I chose not to discuss it, fortunately my best friend Dari who understood and switched the conversation.

Meet with Tari, Adira, Repina, in the Cafe makes me forget everything , We still look like 4 female Singles students.

I forgot papi's message. Before dinner it didn't even feel like it was nine in the evening.

“Geez it's nine o'clock at night, dead me,” I said frantically greeted by the laughter of the three of them.

“Yes who have this husband,” joked repina.

“We are still here until closing, will watch again,” said Adira as deliberately heated up.

“Stupid…! I'm home”

Don't want to ruin papi's trust. Luckily before I met Adira and Repina I stopped by to see Grandpa so I wasn't so afraid of lying.

The clock shows the clock after night . Frans is seen still sitting in his room balcony. I thought if I hadn't come home. He would worry and call me, but since sitting in the cafe, I wish my phone would ring and wish for a call for me from him to ask him to come home at what time?what's to pick up? or remind him not to come home too late. Or calling, just scolding is okay .I'm staring at my phone beeping from earlier

Seeing him sitting quietly in the balcony of the room made me really – sure that love is no longer there, it feels like not wanting to go up and see it

Frans' family is asleep. Only Frans had not slept, upset in my heart seemed to want to explode.

Can't he pay as little attention as he used to,

Get into the bathroom the right thing at this time, wander the body under the shower, to relieve head heat and heat in the heart

I still really hope Frans's attention for me as before, but it seems like it's just my desire that he's careless and bodo very much with me since we got married.