The Beautiful Cheating

The High Fortress

The old man's premonition was strong. Especially with their sons. So too with my Father. Now, I was sitting opposite the old man who had raised me. I saw his intimidating look. The atmosphere was suddenly tense.

"First, I suspect sampeyan not we ning Jakarta problem. Oh, opo ora? Honestly karo Mr, Nduk," said Mr. full of emphasis.

(First, I suspect you are making trouble in Jakarta. Yes what not? Be honest with you, son.")

"Come, Sir. I'm ono ning kono's problem. But the problem of the gawean tok, really." I let out a long sigh. Yes, add to my lies.

("Yes, sir. I got a problem there. But it's a work problem, really.")

"The problem of gawean opo sampek nggawe sampeyan umpetan ngene? Mr. ora goblok, Nduk. Po meneh, Mas Barrack kui wong elite, common hudu wong. Nek tour is indeed a matter of ordinary gaubean, opo iyo sampek nggowo body guard goods?" my dear Father, and managed to make me silent a thousand languages.

("What problem is it that makes you hide gini? You are not stupid, son. What's more, Mas Barrack is an elite person, not an ordinary person. Also, if it is a matter of ordinary work, what is it to bring a body guard all?")

"So ngene, sir. I'm considered a big nilep money boss. Well, I ning kono arep dilaporke police. Mas Barrack iki sek dyelametke me. I digowo bali but kudu ngumpet. Nek ora yo I'm tight, sir." The hand I hid behind my body so shook when I told the lie again. I held back the urgent cry of wanting to get out. Lying to the parents who raised us is painful.

("So gini, sir. I considered embezzling big boss money. Well, I'm there to be reported to the police. This Barrack saved me. I was brought home but had to hide. If not, I'll be arrested, sir)

"But keno you suspect the incident pasapak kae ono karaane karo sampeyan, Nduk. Soale, wonge sekusuk Mr. kui nganggo formal clothes," said the father full of emphasis.

("But why you suspect the time of the incident that you were stabbed has something to do with you, son. You see, the person who stabbed the father was wearing formal clothes.")

"Ehem!" the voice of Deheman El made me and my dad who were struggling surprised.

"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting. I just want to explain, that what Seika said is true. Seika's superior is not a random person. I was one of the investors there. Therefore, I know what Seika's boss is like," said El coldly.

"Ca, come with me!" tell El firmly. I nodded and said goodbye to my father and kissed the back of his wrinkled hands.

El pulled my arm, then took me to a room upstairs. For a moment I thought, isn't my room downstairs next to Ninda's?

"Whose room is this, brother?" my question, break the silence.

"This is my room. The second floor is my special place. No one can go up except on my orders. Including you and your family," said El, a little bit to make my heart again sliced to feel small in front of this handsome man. Yeah, I'm a nobody and I don't have anything. But why does he always think of me as special in certain moments?

I just kept quiet without any intention of responding. I'm disappointed ...

He said love, but why do we often hurt with words? Should I end this relationship? But, how will I deal with Ali later? Or should I fortify my heart so as not to love El too deeply?

"Why silence? What are you thinking?" ask El.

"No. It's not appropriate if I ask you too much" I said coldly and without looking at El in the slightest.

"I'm sorry if my words hurt you. I'm thinking a lot. I hope, you understand," said El, then carried my body into his arms. I flinch and have no intention of returning his embrace.

"What's wrong," I said briefly, then pulled my body so as not to get caught in his warm embrace.

Yes, I intend to fortify my heart so as not to love El too deeply.