The Beautiful Cheating

Crushed Melting

El's conversation over the phone kept ringing in my ear. Grandpa Uncle, the girl he was with, and the special captive. Who're they? That uncle's grandfather might be what Juragan Ali meant. Do I need to investigate? Why do I feel like he meant me and my family?

My appetite suddenly disappeared from thinking about the sentence after sentence that came out of El Barrack's mouth. My mouth chews on food, but my tongue goes numb as if what I swallow is bland food.

"Darling?" El touched the back of my hand. I stepped up in shock, then turned to look at El who was beside my left. "What's wrong? Any issues?" el asked, his gaze looking sad.

"What's wrong," I reply as is. El seemed to take a long breath.

"Is there anything that bothers you? Did I do something wrong again? Didn't we promise to open up to each other?" cycar. Hearing him was like opening a golden opportunity for me to ask about his conversation earlier.

"You said yourself that we should open up to each other no matter what the problem is. What about the girl in your hand? What about the prisoner who was specialised with his daughter?" I stared hard at El Barrack. However, the one who was stared at even averted his eyes. As if avoiding seeing me. "Jawab be honest, Brother! What person do you mean is me and my family? Have my family and I ever bullied your family, sister?" I don't know where that question came from. Suddenly, that question came to my mind. I also feel El holds a grudge with Father. I can see it from the way El spoke to the Father, sounding cranky and full of emphasis.

"Because I'm not the kind of person who likes to break promises. Then, I'll tell you everything. But not now. Spend your food first, pity Nina also if here too long," said El. I nodded, then immediately finished my meal by force.

**

Right now, El and I are sitting face to face in bed. As for Nina, El asks her confidant to take the little girl out for a walk.

"What do you want to explain?" ask me to open the conversation.

"Before I answer your question, promise me not to go away from me, whatever the circumstances may be," answered El, peeping at the back of my hand.

"Depending on your answer later," I replied firmly. El seemed to frown at his objections. "Okay, I promise." I jerked my breath rough. I forgot that the one who was talking to me was a rich man who could not be defeated.

"So gini. Right you're guessing, the girl and the special prisoner I'm referring to is you and your family. But please, listen to my explanation first and don't interrupt me." El clasped my hand tightly, as if he was afraid of me running away. I nodded, though my feelings turned erratic.

"So, a few years ago, Mayang's mother was murdered by someone on the orders of my own grandfather-Budi Suprapto. My grandfather was afraid that Mother Mayang would uncover all the secrets she had hidden. The secret is ... Mother Yunita-Mayang's mother was my Papa's mistress. Of course, no parent could see his daughter hurt. Therefore, Grandpa told that person to kill Mother Yunita so that no one would make her daughter hurt. But unfortunately, Mother Yunita was killed before the eyes of Mayang's own head who was only eight years old at that time. His death was sadistic and tragic." El glared away at the room window.

"The person who killed Mother Yunita had a beautiful daughter. When her daughter was ten, she saved my mother from someone who was about to kill her. He came with a golf club and then hit the intimate area of the man. My mother survived thanks to her." El smiled crisply, then looked at me. I feel dejavu with El Barrack's story, but where might I save Mama?

"Then from that, I never had a grudge against Mother Yunita's Killer. Because to me, Mother Yunita has been stabbing Mama from behind, where Mother Yunita has been Mama's best friend since Junior High. But my father couldn't accept seeing Mayang's future ruined. Therefore, Papa wants me to take revenge for Mother Yunita's death and Mayang's suffering. Unfortunately, I can't. Because I know, the killer is actually a good man. It was just that, back then he needed a lot of money for the treatment of his youngest daughter. Since then, I have been protecting her family from behind. Moreover, I owe my life to his daughter who is so beautiful. Seeing him made my heart feel racing the first time. Even though he was only ten years old."

"Don't tell me the murderer is my Father, Brother!" I stared hard at El.

"Unfortunately .. yes, Ca. The killer was Amran Yudistira. Back then, he worked as a private driver at Uncle's house. But, Grandpa Uncle treated him so cruelly. Salary is not worth and-" El cut the conversation.

"And?"

"And he killed your mother for not accepting Mr. Amran to work for my Grandpa."

The Duarrrr!

It's complicated! It is so indigestible with logic. My mother died of diabetes, not of death. I saw his last moments myself! How come?

"Poisons. Grandpa Uncle put poison in the infusion stuck on the back of your mother's hand."

Duaarr!

Why don't I know? God ... what are these trials? My husband killed my mother? Tears have rung the river in the pelupuk. I don't accept this new fact. My father was a murderer and my mother was killed! It felt like I wanted to scream with all my might, but my fragile soul was helpless. You killed for Ninda. But the one who was killed was the mother of my best friend-Mayang. What can I do now?

This new reality makes my world feel dark. The eyes, brain, heart, and body do not want to unite. Until I don't know what happens next.