
...“I think it's getting more relief....
...We're already here, with the support of our family.”...
A year later, Class 3 High School.
In the morning at the sanggar, Ansa is surprised by the arrival of her father and father-in-law.
"Papa? Daddy's? What are they suddenly here for?" Ansa Mumm.
Hardi's father smiled and pointed towards Ansa. But they keep talking to each other. They arrived right in front of Ansa.
"The ant! Here, baby!" Dad opened his arms, hoping that his only child would embrace him.
"Father!" Ansa never hesitated to hug her father. Because he was all he had, before Jaro.
Awi's father saw the son and father hugging. Make him raise his voice. "Like that, if you have a daughter."
"More spoiled. Just because his Dad is getting married again, he wants to be married to your son. Haha!" satirical father.
"What's wrong. As long as it's not coercion, they can support each other" Awi's father replied.
"Yes. Even my company was saved by all three of your family members. Mr. Lovi, your biological sister has already started to replace my rival position. And this little goose of mine, has been protected by your two children" said the father.
"Ansa ... Where is Jaro?" ask them both.
"There. Music studio."
"Oh. I guess Jaro danced in this court, "soon dad. Make everyone laugh with his jokes.
"Eh, Sa! I tried the sound, right?" ask one of her dancing friends.
"Yes!"
The song starts playing using two medium-sized sounds. The sound was placed on the right and left sides in front of Aunt Ning's house.
"It's been good." Awi's father looked up at the ceiling.
Suddenly, Ansa's eyes were closed by someone's hands. Ansa must be moving her head.
"Hey!"
"Who are you? Hey, answer!"
But he did not get an answer. Then Ansa relied on her sense of smell.
"You should have changed your perfume before closing my eyes, Ro."
"Gee! Caught it!" Jaro let go of both his hands.
Ansa and Jaro throw each other a smile with eyes so fixed.
‘Cause you are the piece of me~
(Because you are a part of me)
I wish I didn’t need~
(I wish I didn't have to)
Chasing freely~
(Continually chasing)
Still fight and I don’t know why~
(Still struggling and I don't know why)
If our love is tragedy~
(If our love is a tragedy/disaster)
Why are you my remedy?
(Why did you become my medicine?)
If our love’s insanity~
(If our love is insanity)
Why are you my clarity?
(Why are you my clarity/destiny?)
"Ansa, Jaro ...."
"Papa will soon be having a wedding and reception. Then Papa and Mr. Awi have talked about—" Dad stopped his words.
"About?" ask Jaro.
"About what, Pa? Come, Pa. Don't make me curious" Ansa protested.
"We've been talking about your reception, Sa, Ro" Hardi's father continued.
"Where? You guys want to, right? I want dong!" seductive Father Awi.
"But, the cost and clothes—" said Jaro.
"Later Aunt Aisyah will prepare everything. Lately, Ansa has been helping her new mom-to-be to prepare for marriage. So, you'll ask her for the wedding dress for the two of you?" obviously Hardi's Dad.
"Ready Pa!" answer Ansa.
"Before the reception, I can stay at Ansa's house, Dad?" jaro asked, with a face that was parched.
"You're home. Restore your health." Then Awi's father came closer to Jaro's ear. "After the reception, you're on your honeymoon with him."
Jaro grinned and nodded. "Okay, ready!"
"What did Dad say to Jaro? Why can't Jaro stay at my house?" ansa Cecar.
"After the reception, Ansa. Just then Jaro stayed there." Awi's father smiled and raised his eyebrows for a second.
Hardi's father also smiled, and nodded. As if understanding his iron mind.
Ansa became suspicious. "Gee! Why the hell, Pa, Dad? What do you guys have plans?"
Jaro quickly embraced his wife. "There's not. Yuk now you practice dancing!"
For a year, Jaro and Ansa were homeless, not even roommates. They met often in class. Ansa sat in front of Jaro, so they could still chat.
And also like this time.
In the sanggar, they still channel their respective hobbies. After they finished training, they usually asked Aunt Ning for permission to enter one of the rooms. Just to talk without being disturbed.
In the room, in the,
Ansa laid her body on the bed. Jaro slowly walked towards his wife.
"Jaroos. Open your shirt." It was usual Ansa did to check the condition of Jaro's stomach.
Jaro complied and sat on the bed. "It's been light. Just this stitch, Sa."
"Yup! But if touched, still pain? The doctor said, the puncture's pretty deep, Ro."
"Hu 'um. Eating still feels a bit painful."
Ansa looked at her husband. "Or was the recipe canceled? Your condition is still not good."
"No, Sa. Let alone. Let our family be happy, the Yono family is happy too!"
"Yono is also my family, Ro." Ansa picks up Jaro's shirt that was removed. "Wrap wearing again. I'm gonna take a shower. If you want to go home, no matter what Ro. Bye," he said.
"Sa," she shrieked while holding the hand of Ansa who wanted to leave. "Where are you going anyway? Any work at the model company now?"
Ansa still works as a model. But he is more selective when choosing clients who will be invited to work together, compared to his mother.
"It's a little loose! Starting next week, I'm going to the model company twice a week."
Jaro nodded and took off his hand. Maybe after this, I'll ask you about the next school owner. Am I or Deniz?
A few minutes later, the smell of smoke pierced Jaro's nose. How much soap does he use? inner Jaro.
Ansa came out with a towel wrapped around her body. He stepped into his bag and was busy picking clothes.
"Darling, I thought you were home. It's still waiting for me, hehe." He did not look at Jaro.
"I still want to see you. Let's just get out of here." Jaro also focused on staring at his mobile screen.
"I have my clothes ready here! Now I'm going to do my job as Mrs Jamario~" she put her shirt on the bed.
Eh? Jaro spontaneously turned his head towards Ansa. "Not worn? Sunset yet again!"
Ansa got on the bed and threw away her towel. He hugged Jaro and whispered, "Later in the evening we'll go home, okay?"
After a year, Jaro's health began to improve. During that time, Ansa and Jaro must refrain from feeling drunk in love. But today, they do it slowly to feel the beauty of marriage.