The Children's Story 17

Andrea

"Listen to Vicia. Handoyo is a rich man. You will not be hard if you marry her son." explained Lala smiled strangely.

"Then why don't you just marry her?" ask Vicia upset.

Erni laughs. "Hehehe... How could Lala want to be the same person who has a skin disease like that..."

"A... what? Skin disease?"

"Yes... Transmitted again..."

"What?" vicia shouted half-crazy, making her two brothers laugh out loud. With a wounded feeling, he ran to the room and threw his body onto the bed.

Vicia was crying. It turns out that during this time his mother and two half brothers like to squander money and buy clothes with his papa legacy credit card. So eventually mama got into a lot of debt and she hoped that if Vicia married the son of a rich man, then the business of her debt would be resolved. But how bad, mama. He betrothed Vicia, not one of his children, to a young man who, according to the news, had an incurable skin disease. The boy had been taking medication abroad. But it does not heal. Mama sold herself to pay off her debts.

"Ndre... I just want to run away." Vicia wrote in a text message, the next day.

"Wait Vicia. Don't be rash. If you run away, where will you go? How's school? It's a pity that it's only a few months away." Andrea's trying to get Vicia out.

"Yes, but I don't want to marry anyone else. I love you."

"I love you too, Vicia. You know that, right?"

"Then I'll run away, Andrea…"

"What's? Escape?”

“Iya, Ndre. Take me away from here. I don't want to be betrothed to someone else because in my heart there is only you.”

“But..impossible, Vicia."

"Why?"

"Because I haven't worked myself. I can't finance your life if I try to take you away. With me for now, you will suffer, Vicia. So did I. My parents would've decided on my tuition if I'd known I was dating before I left."

"I can work, Ndre."

"What's work, Vicia? You don't have any skills.Not a diploma. Don't be stupid, Vicia."

"So how? The time I was silent was betrothed to a person I did not know at all and was sick anyway? And when you're not trying to save me from all this?"

“Patience first, Vicia.” Such is. Andrea asks Vicia to be patient first until they get a way out of the problems they face.

*

One day, Mama told Vicia to wear nice clothes. It turns out that mom was invited to Handoyo's house to introduce Vicia to her fiance, Denny. Vicia wanted to run away somewhere right then and there. But Joe broke it down and asked himself to go with the flow. Vicia was forced to come to the rich man's house.

As it turned out, Vicia was only acquainted with Mr. Handoyo and his wife. While Denny was their son, he did not want to get out of his room. As her mother was chatting, Vicia quietly left the house and sat quietly in a garden gazebo. Her heart was sm an with Andrea. But the guy's phone is inactive. Repeatedly Vicia tried, but her short message was pending.

"Hey, you're Vicia huh?" suddenly a voice came from behind the girl.

The voice came from a guy who was about a few years old on it.

"Who are you?" vicia asked carefully while observing the man standing looming before her.

"I'm Ivan, Denny's friend."

"Why did you show up? Where's Denny?"

"Denny's in his room. He asked me to meet you. He said he didn't want you to be scared when he saw her."

"So it's true that Denny has a skin disease?"

Ivan was silent for a moment. "Anyways, she's not happy about this matchmaking either."

"Why didn't he refuse? Hiding in the room like a girl?"

"She must have her own reasons for not meeting you and instead telling me to jumpain you here."

Vicia shrug her shoulders. He remembered Andrea. Then try sms. Again the pending. It means the hape is dead. That's why the text always doesn't arrive.

"Who are you texting?" ivan asked with probing eyes.

"Your boyfriend?" ivan did not care.

"Not your business either."

"Why would you want to be fooled by someone you don't know? Especially if Denny has a skin disease. Aren't you disgusted? Or... You must be hoping for the treasure, right?"

THE PLAAKKK!!!

A slap from the hand that may have landed on Ivan's cheek.

"Be careful when you say it!" hiss Vicia was angry. While Ivan felt his hot cheek hit Vicia's slap.

"What I did wrong?” Ivan smiled mockingly. “If it wasn't for the treasure, why would you accept the engagement?"

Vicia snorted, "Listen to you, you slovenly master.! Please tell your friend that, I don't really want this engagement. But I had to."

"Forced why?"

Vicia looked at Ivan furiously. "Why do you have to know?"

"So I can pass on your excuses to Denny. So you know, too, yes, cynical lady, Denny thinks you're the girl who just wants the money. Until you justify all means. Including receiving a sick person to be a husband. What are you doing this of course brings conjectures in that direction, right?”

Vicia she's for a moment. Try to be patient and understand all Ivan's words. "Because my mom's in debt. My father's estate and land have been sold by my mother for fun. We're almost eating now. So mom's expecting a lot for this engagement."

"But if it's not wrong, she's your stepmom? Why do you have to obey him?"

"Kok you know? I never said she was my stepmom."

"Denny told me." Ivan kalem replied.

"alright. I was forced to accept this because I didn't want my mom to sell our house all of a sudden. It's my birth parents' house. The only treasure left."

Ivan silent.

*

Later that night, after returning home, Vicia immediately sms Andrea.

"Where are you going Ndre? I need to talk to you." whined Vicia half-angry.

It turns out that not long ago, Vicia texted got an answer.

"Sorry bebh. I was thinking."

"Think what?"

"About us."

"meaning?"

"It seems like our relationship can't continue..."

"What?" Vicia was struck by lightning.

"I'm sorry Vicia. Our distance is too far. The problems we face are too severe. Since I couldn't possibly fight for you because I was at my parents' doctrine to become a doctor."

"You mean.. Did we break up?" tears welled up in that eye patch. His heart is very sick. His heart was like being squeezed to shreds.

"I'm sorry Vicia."

"Ndre. Just look. If you want us to break up, tell me directly. Before me!"

"You mean... I'm coming?"

"Yes. Let tomorrow be a historic day for me. I can see you for the first time and also for the last time. If you get on a plane, it only takes two hours. Tomorrow, I'm waiting for you at the Bamboo cafe, at exactly two in the afternoon."

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