The Love Traces of RAHWANA

Quarry 32.

Two years after Yuta's departure, I finally received a mother's persuasion to introduce me to the son of one of his business partners from Jakarta. It's nothing, I feel the need to see that guy just to please my mom and family. But what happened was, we finally failed to get married.

She was my second husband after Yuta left. Name's Andri. He was the son of one of my mother's friends. He was such a good man that at one time, I decided to accept his proposal. I felt it was time to escape the remorse of my guilt for the late Yuta. I'm sure, that Yuta also definitely doesn't want to see me continue like this. That is what strengthens my intention.

Andri is very, very good, even so good, Andri said, if he also wanted to marry his new girlfriend decided by the lover.

I immediately cancelled our engagement.

Either I'm crazy or something. Rejecting a kind-hearted man like Andri.

The following year, my father introduced me to one of the sons of his artist friend Dwi.

Dwi handsome man with enchanting posture. It is natural because Dwi is also an artist who is on the rise at this time. His age is only one year above mine. Dwi also proposed to me and I accepted too. In fact, in two months we will have a wedding.

Of course my family welcomed this.

Today, Dwi and I are busy taking care of Fio and Sota's engagement party. The party was held in one of the famous hotels in the city of Jogja. Not many guests. Only the nuclear family and close friends of Om Basri and Aunt Ruth were invited.

I am also still on good terms with the family om basri. Nothing has changed even after Yuta's departure four years ago.

“Ara, come with me.” Take Dwi suddenly.

Dwi clasped my hand and we climbed to the 4th floor. Turns out Dwi had already booked a room.

“Why did you bring me here?”

“I want to admit while showing you something.” He said with a serious face.

I frowned. Staring astonished at Dwi who suddenly undressed him.

“Dwi! What do you want?!” My frightened half-dead cry looked at his already open chest.

And the next thing that happened was, the man immediately took off his pants and left only. While I turned around I didn't want to look at him.

“I want to make sure something before it's too late, Ra.”

“Sure what? Why are you even undressing like that?”

“I just want to change my clothes.”

The words of Dwi relieved my heart. Really relieved. For a moment, there was no sound from Dwi.

“I don't want to hurt you more than this.”

I turned and looked at him. It turned out that he had completely changed his clothes.

“What are you talking about? Sickens me? What does it mean?”

“Actually, I already have a lover. But my parents didn't approve of it and forced me to marry you. I have absolutely no feelings for you, Ra. Ii'm sorry. Really, I don't want to marry you.”

Knee's squeezing. But then I forced her to stand up and walk over to the man. I immediately took off the ring embedded in my ring finger and directly gave it to her.

“Tell that to my parents and your parents.” And I just walked out of that room.

Why marry a man whose heart was never even mine? It was the same as digging a hole of my own suffering. It would be foolish to insist on continuing this engagement.

Not long after that, I was reunited with a man named Anjas. He's just a regular guy. Working as a teacher in elementary school in Solo. Our meeting was unique.

At that time I was accompanying my mother to Solo to meet with her client. And when noon came, my mother and I decided to eat at a soto stall. And there, I spilled a bowl of soto right over Anjas' thigh.

We met and exchanged phone numbers. Anjas often comes to Jogja just to meet me. Two months we were in a relationship, and Anjas ventured to propose me directly to my father and mother. I also accepted it straight away. Because during our time together, Anjas was a very caring and responsible man. But I don't know everything about him.

One night, Anjas and I were having dinner together. After eating, we decided to take a walk around Malioboro to spend time together.

While walking around, I met one of my male friends in college. And we told him at length. I remember the times when we were in college.

One thing I didn't realize quickly was, it turned out that Anjas was annoyed by it. So he just pulled me in and dragged me into the car.

“You why?” I asked who needed an explanation from him.

“Still ask why?! I don't like to see you talking to other men besides me!!”

I was very surprised to see Anjas' attitude change. He's never yelled at me like that before. Even to speak in a high tone, he never.

“But he was just my friend back in college!” I changed to yelling. Upset because Anjas yelled at me like that.

“Once I said I don't like ya don't like! You should listen to me without refuting.”

“Why should I listen to you? We're not even married. He's just a friend after all. Why are you so angry like this?”

“I don't like you to argue with me, Ara.”

And in the next second, Anjas had already strangled my neck very strongly. I can't even breathe. Until my eyes went dark and I don't remember anything.

I don't know who helped me. What I heard was vaguely forcing me to open the door of my car and take me out of the car. The rest, there were many voices shouting and cursing at Anjas. After that, I don't remember anything anymore.

And finally, for the fourth time I failed to get married. No one has ever managed to marry me.

Since that incident, I have decided to no longer be close to any man. I'll just focus on my work. Teaching on campus and busy spending time on my new project.

Yes, I was invited to work with the foundation to conduct further research on several cultures in Indonesia. Especially in Java.

Of course I welcome him with pleasure. That was more than enough for me to kill my alone time.

I am happy with my loneliness. I just need to focus on myself without caring about others. Go have fun and pamper myself. I am trying to make peace with this situation.

Being in a relationship really traumatizes me. After all, there are now many rumors circulating around me. If I had been cursed so that no man would have made it to the temple with me. Even if it arrives, that man will die because of me. Because of that too, so the men are afraid to approach me.

I don't have a problem with that. I don't mind thinking about it. Enjoying life alone is far more important than dealing with obscure rumors.

I really don't care even though the rumors will cause me to be alone for life.

^TAMAT^

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relax aja residents. who just finished pov Kuara kok. after this there is still pov the cursor, Ravana. healthy always yes you guys.