Tangly

KUSUT season 2

****** Sorry, I was late for an update for several reasons. First because my tab was damaged and newly repaired, second because of the schoolwork that was piling up and third because of comments that sometimes make me stuck ideas.

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__________happy reading___________

Alsa sat pensively in the veranda of her room accompanied by a flower in her lap. I don't know who the sender is, which is clear Alsa has received the flower from Gerry who is said to find Lily's bouquet on her doorstep.

She loves Lily flowers. Only Davin and Kenzo know the girl's favorite, can it be if Alsa hopes Davin is the sender?

Nah! They were officially divorced a month ago, and maybe the man was happy to be with Rena, the woman of his choice. Think Alsa.

He then placed the flower on a round table beside him, looking back at some pedestrians down there.

It was still morning, and some people still spent time inside the house and some took the time to exercise on Sunday morning.

Alsa looked back when she heard the door of her room open slowly. Grace, the woman stood in the doorway then walked slowly towards where Alsa was sitting.

The stitches in her stomach still felt so painful that the woman had difficulty doing her daily activities.

"Aren't you papa?" Grace asked as she gently stroked Alsa's long hair, the young lady smilingly received her sincere affectionate treatment. He can feel that.

"No" answered Alsa briefly. Nah! He lied about his condition. Not only was his heart condition still shapelessly shattered, but also his physical condition was decreasing.

She misses Davin so much, how much she hates and forgets him. He still can't afford it. His heart still belongs to Davin completely no matter how hard Ken's efforts make it melt. Alsa still loves Davin with all her heart.

"You don't lie." Grace clasped Alsa's hand, feeling that the woman much younger than her was not okay. And it's true Grace's guess, Alsa has a fever.

"Sister will write you a prescription for the drug, let Gerry make it up to you" said Grace, then the woman rose from her seat to look for paper and pen. However, his movements were delayed due to Alsa's hand grip on his arm.

"I'm not papa, brother." Alsa is silent. She felt like crying and hugged Grace to find strength from there. Indeed, Alsa felt that she could not bear the burden of life that was increasingly heavy for her to carry alone.

Grace sat down next to Alsa again, holding the young woman's hand and Alsa who began to shed her tears.

Alsa is a crybaby, you could say. He was also so stupid that he still loved Davin who had clearly betrayed him. He sobbed deeply, his heart ached as if a gaping cut that was covered with salt water.

"I ... can't do it, Sister .. hiks .. I'm tired," complained Alsa to Grace who was now staring concernedly at her.

"It's a test to make you a better and more mature person in the future, so you're stronger." Grace tried to strengthen the woman in front of her as much as she could. It feels like he cursed at Davin if indeed the man had really impregnated Rena. It's just that Grace's mind says that her brother isn't that bad.

"Who's flower?" grace asked to distract. Alsa followed Grace's line of sight. There are lilies on the round table between their chairs

"What's that from Kenzo?" ask Grace curiously. Alsa shaking.

"Kenzo's going to Japan."

"Eh." Grace gasped in surprise when she saw a shadow of a man in a black suit. His body was tall like a model, his skin was also pure white. And Grace is sure she didn't misidentify anyone.

"What's up, brother?" alsa was confused.

"There's nothing" Grace replied quietly then decided to leave Alsa's room with a slight smile on her lips. He was sure that his brother was innocent.

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_______Davin POV_________

I saw her, the woman I missed so much for so many days. He was holding a bouquet of lilies I had given to Gerry. Well, even though he had to argue a little with her first, but finally he was willing to give the flower to Alsa without telling me if the flower was from me.

I love her so much, still love her, and will always love her until the end of my life. It's not easy to have it. I finally had to take it off to save the life of Alsa, the woman I love the most.

He's been wrong to think that I don't want him to not even love him. He has been wrong and consumed by the cruel slander that continues to hit our lives.

But, I will never give up on getting it again. No matter how hard he runs from me, I will keep chasing him no matter how far I have to keep running after him, even if I get tired and have to be trained I still don't care. Because my life goal is just an Alsa.

And now, I follow him walking alone in the library in New York City, the library is not so crowded and I'm sure Alsa likes a quiet place like that.

My eyes were fixed on her who looked increasingly thin, it seemed that the woman had a burden so heavy that it made her mind go awry. Seen from several times he paced around as if looking for an object that he had forgotten, and he would return to the same place repeatedly.

"What does he want to do?" I asked in the wind when I saw a man in a thick coat begin to approach Alsa. The woman seemed to be unaware of the foreign man's movements.

The man drew closer until he finally moved his right hand towards Alsa's waist. It seemed like he wanted to grab a small bag that was slung over Alsa's shoulder.

I leisurely walked up to him, furious at the unscrupulous man's behavior who began to open the small bag hook Alsa.

Brucks

"Eh, what are you doing, sir?" I accidentally hit the man's back until the stranger was pushed forward with his left hand into Alsa's bag.

I heard Alsa screaming until some visitors took the man to the police station. He deserves it.

I didn't show my face to Alsa because after pushing the pickpocket, I walked away from there. Afterwards I came out of the library to sit in a long chair with an automotive magazine to cover my face.

I didn't dare to see him yet because I'm sure Alsa is still disappointed in me and will get even more angry if I show myself in front of her.

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I'm still here, with my new role as a stalker from the woman I love so much. It sounds funny and embarrassing, but I love it.

I walked five meters behind him, wherever he went I would follow him. And now that the clock is eight o'clock at night, he's at a bus stop waiting for the bus that will take him back to Gerry's house.

The waiting bus came, Alsa started riding the bus with me following her in the back.

He stood facing to the right, I was right behind him. He seemed so tired or so focused on the streets that he didn't realize I was here.

I was quick to hold the body of the person who was about to hit Alsa when the bus on the brake suddenly due to a car that suddenly appeared suddenly.

The man I was holding his shoulder turned to look at me confused, while I hinted him to move away. She understood and I pulled a woman standing beside me to move to stand beside Alsa.

I'd feel like he'd be safe if he wasn't around a stranger.

'I'll take care of you as much as I can, Alsa. I'm sorry I didn't dare meet him in person. My mistake was too fatal, I hurt you too deeply, ' I said in my heart.

I let him down at the next stop, because it was close to Gerry's house, and I saw the man walking to get Alsa. He's just as worried about me. I smiled at how much Gerry loved Alsa.

___Davin POV end_

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___Alsa POV__

I feel like he's here, near me and wherever I am. I felt it, even smelled the perfume she always used.

Am I dreaming?

Or do I miss him so much that I hallucinate?

God, for a second, I could not forget. No matter how hard I try, the shadow of him continues to be in my memory.

As if imprisoning myself in the shackles of his false love. I hurt, my heart broke when I loved him unilaterally. Even I would do anything for him, but is this the reward I get?

I threw myself into my bed, closed my eyes and tried to forget the image of him that was painful to remember.

Until finally the door of my room opened, Brother Gerry stood there carrying a white ceramic cup that I believe is my favorite warm brown.

I immediately sat down and prepared to welcome my favorite warm chocolate since the last few weeks, I don't know what causes me to become fond of eating foods that I used to not like so much.

"Racid?" sis Gerry asked as she stroked the top of my head, I nodded with still a sip of warm chocolate in the cup.

"Say your sister if you need something or need someone to hear you complain. Brother is ready to be a good listener even though it has to be a full night not sleeping to hear your story." Brother Gerry looks at me with a look of sadness. I don't like to see people around me sad.

"I'm not papa, brother. Don't worry." My voice shrank at the end of the sentence. I'm not okay, but I can't trouble my brother who now has a much bigger family responsibility than before.

He is not only a big brother to me, but now he is also the head of the family, Husband, also Dad for his small family. I don't get to the heart if I have to keep bothering him.

Sooner or later I have to leave this house and learn to live independently by finding a simple apartment that I can live in for a while.

"You can't lie, honey." Brother Gerry stroked my right cheek. I feel like crying with the sweet treatment of Brother Gerry, I want to hug him and cry as much as my heart on his chest.

Pouring all my complaints until the heavy burden I carry will feel a little light. But I can't be spoiled and childish. I have to be independent and be able to do everything myself without depending on others.

"I'm not papa" I said with a smile as if nothing had happened. I have to pretend like I'm okay.

Brother Gerry decided to leave the room after hearing the baby cry. He is a good father.

_________________Tbc.