The Crown

The old secret.

As much as possible Mama smiled and congratulated Alea and Arzhan. As a parent, you have to be wiser. Although not too like, they still have to maintain harmony let alone this in public places.

We all congratulated and Alea looked happy.

Why is Arzhan silent?

"A lot of blessings today. In addition to getting new family members, we are also happy because Iksia succeeded without Papa's help."

Hearing Papa's words, Alea smiled sinisterly as if she was humbling me.

The insolent! I'll teach you a lesson later.

"It's just me, yeah, Pah who doesn't say anything."

"So happy people are something that makes us happy. If you get married later, remember about ethics, yes, sister. Make sure your wife has a beautiful heart, not just her face."

Alea seemed offended. That sneering smile turned into hatred for me.

"You're quipping me?"

"What are you beautiful in? I think B, though. Don't be so upset."

"What did you say?"

"less clear? I said-"

"Please, Iksia. Shut up." My mother asked me not to continue this discussion.

"If my freedom here becomes a troublemaker, I'm a prankster." He stood up and took the bag and left.

"From there cake!" I was a little screaming. No matter people see me.

After Alea left, we all kept quiet.

"Papa's still hungry, eat, ah!"

Papa looked happy, he took some food for him to devour. Fateeh laughed giggling. While Mama glared despite finally laughing with Papa.

"I'm sorry, Non." Mr. Raga turned to me.

"Where is he going?" ask Fateeh.

"Eitherway. Let it go, anyway. If he wants to pee, what? He also has physical and spiritual needs, let it go."

Fateeh nodded, then went back to eating, while I was busy with my phone.

The night was getting late, we immediately went home after stopping by the roadside coffee shop. Just to relax and to be able to talk a lot together.

"You go home, Mama and Papa go back to the old house."

"Yes, Ma."

Mama and Papa often visit our old house, they say if not occupied the house will be quickly damaged.

"I went home with Brother Arzhan yes, Brother."

"Yes, be careful on the road. Don't be so late for home."

"Well, let's go straight home."

"Aren't sure I am. Huh, ah. I'll go back first."

"Ishhhh!"

It's sunny tonight. Some stars appear to appear even if not too much. The wind blows quite fast, a distinctive acute smell and accompanied by the sound of waves pounding.

We both sat on a bench with both sides illuminated by garden lights. The wind-blown friction of the coconut leaves became the only sound we heard right now.

Arzhan took something from his pocket. A cigarette pack. He didn't have time to enjoy it, I immediately squeezed, then I threw it in the trash.

After that we kept quiet with each other.

Thirty minutes were here, silent and busy with each other's thoughts. I don't know what Arzhan's thinking, while I myself shadow what it would be like if we were: me, Arzhan and the kids went to the beach and played sand together.

I breathed a heavy breath.

"What's wrong?" ask Arzhan.

"What?"

Arzhan was silent.

"I'm sure the child in Alea's stomach isn't Brother's child."

"I know."

"What?" I was so shocked.

"Since you left without news, I decided not to have children with any woman. It doesn't matter if I'm married to any woman. Including Alea."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Geez!"

"Just let Alea get pregnant by another man, I'm also guilty of deliberately not letting her conceive my son."

"But that means he betrayed your marriage, brother. This is not true."

"I only from the beginning betrayed her, Iksia. I married her but my heart went somewhere else." Arzhan.

"I've never been in love with her, and she knows it. He knew I loved other women from the beginning."

"If she knows you love another woman, why would she marry you?"

"What's different about me? I love you but married Alea. Iksia, we have the same problem. Falling in love with someone we can't marry."

"That Alea likes her half-sister?"

Arzhan shook his head.

"He loves a man who is not approved of by his parents, just because he is not from a rich family."

Is there still such a thing? Wh why? The wheel of life is spinning, he is poor who knows if he will become rich.

"Does that mean you're not going to divorce her?"

"At least until the child is born. After all, she should be born with a father beside her."

And what about our son? He was born without you, Arzhan. They don't even know you're his father.

My tears were dripping remembering how sad my children's fates were.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying? Am I wrong? I'm sorry." Arzhan wiped my tears.

"I envy Alea."

Arzhan looked in wonder.

"Let's go home, brother. It's so malem. Later Fateeh's brother is angry." I'm standing.

"He knows our relationship, Iksia."

How to be struck by lightning during the day.

"He knew from the beginning. He can see your attitude towards me differently. Maybe because he's a man, he knows how women behave to men they like."

"Do you know where?"

"She asked and I answered honestly."

Shame, annoyance and somehow.all feelings mixed into one. I'm even confused at this moment, how should I behave when I meet him later.

"Did Alea know who the woman she loved?"

Arzhan shook his head, "but if your attitude is like this, he will also notice it."

"meaning?"

Arzhan stood up and looked at me.

"Consider you, angry you're not like a sister to her brother. But like a jealous woman."

"Jealous? That's right." I turned my face, and turned my back to Arzhan.

"Am I wrong?" tanyanya hugged me.

I gasped in shock, wanting to break away but Arzhan held me back. He clenched even tighter.

"I miss you, Iksia." He whispered in my ear.

"Sister."

"I don't even care how my life is when you're gone. Seeing you after all this time, it's like I got my spirit back."

"Sister, but now everything is different. Although in our hearts we still love each other, but brother is married now. It doesn't feel good if your relationship breaks down because of me. What will people say later?"

"Should I divorce Alea?"

"What?"

Arzhan let go of his embrace, he twisted my body so we could face each other. Arzhan tidied up my messy hair blocking my face from blowing in the wind.

He peed my forehead long enough.

"Issia, let's be honest with Mama and Papa."

Whahuh?