The Prince of Dreams Poor Girl

Episode21 A fragment of my life journey

"If Sania's really my boyfriend, what do you want?". Ask Rangga while smiling.

"I don't want anything, even if Miss Sania's boyfriend mas Rangga or not I don't care!". Nabila looks more upset.

"Related?". Rangga smiled more satisfied to see Nabila's expression that looked jealous.

"Related". Nabila nodded quickly.

"I'm gonna take a break, let go of my hand!". Nabila tried to remove her wrist from Rangga's grasp.

"Sit down first, I'll clear it all up". Rangga held both arms of Nabila and sat him back on the sofa as well as Rangga, Nabila quickly shifted his body that felt too close to Rangga. But Rangga shifted even closer to Nabila.

Rangga held both arms of Nabila and slightly twisted the girl's body to face him, now the distance between them is only about 10cm that makes Nabila's heart work faster than usual.

" God what's wrong with my heart". Nabila murmured in the heart.

Nabila hopes that Rangga does not hear his heartbeat getting louder, he tried to hide it and chose to lower his face.

Rangga held Nabila's chin and held it up parallel to his face, one more hand gripped tightly Nabila's hand.

"Sania is not who I am, she's not my boyfriend, she used to like me but I never responded to her". Rangga stared fixedly at the black bead of the girl before him.

"I just love you Nabila". Rangga smilingly stared into Nabila's face, eyes full of love make Nabila cheeks met red.

Somehow the tightness that so stifled her heart when Sania claimed to be Rangga's boyfriend now evaporates, just like that, melted together the happy feeling of the declaration of love for the second time from the man's sweet lips.

"But I'm glad that if you're jealous of Sania that means you have the same feelings as me, that means you love me too". Rangga smiled and cupped both cheeks Nabila.

"I didn't say that". Kilah Nabila while releasing both hands Rangga from both cheeks.

"Hemmm okay, what's important now is that I know how you feel about me". Rangga smiled triumphantly.

Nabila repeatedly tried to convince Rangga that he was not jealous but did not manage to highlight the eyes of Nabila could not lie to Rangga who clearly caught there love and jealousy there.

"Now that I've made it clear everything is the same as you, now it's your turn to me why can your uncle sell your house?". Rangga gently stroked Nabila's hair which decomposed beautifully.

Nabila tried to take a deep breath and exhaled slowly before telling a piece of her life journey.

"It wasn't actually my parents' house, it was my grandmother's house". Nabila rested her back on the back of the sofa.

"Why do I find my way of life so difficult, ever since my parents had an accident when I was 14 and Aditya was 10, we were really devastated at that time, we have to live life without parents who were always there for us, after the deadly accident my papaku company abandoned and bankrupt all company assets in the bank confiscated and the house and the papa car". Nabila held a clear grain that was ready to spill from his eye fertilizer, but in vain it flowed just so wet his cheeks, both cheeks, Rangga who at that time was listening to the story of Nabila swiftly cupped both cheeks Nabila and remove the flowing fur with his fingers.

"Me and Aditya inevitably have to live with uncle Johan, the younger brother of my papa because my uncle Antoni's papa's lawyer left us to Johan's pama because uncle Johan is our only family besides grandmother. In the house of our uncle did not get good treatment from the uncle's family, from the wife and children of the uncle, Aditya and I were often beaten if we did not obey his orders, I was also treated like a servant there, he said, do all the homework without being able to rest for a moment". Nabila's body vibrated clear circles that increasingly hard wet his cheeks.

Rangga embraced and rubbed a soft swipe of Nabila's back to calm the girl.

"Me and Aditya must not go before them, we must eat leftovers from them, more often we only eat rice because they never leave the side dishes that I cook".

Rangga looked at Nabila with haru, his eyes began to look glass, there was a tightness that penetrated inside him, somehow he also felt the pain that was very deep in hearing the story from Nabila.

"Why is your uncle so hearty!!". Rangga said annoyed. Nabila just smiled thinly and then continued his story.

"Uncle has never liked my papa, because papa can have a company that can be said to be successful at that time, while uncle always fails if he starts his business". Now Rangga nodded in understanding.

"At that time Aditya and I were also not allowed to continue our school because uncle did not want to finance our tuition, from which I had to struggle to find money for my tuition and Aditya, from which I had to struggle to find money for my tuition fees, after school I worked in a laundry that was not far from my uncle's house, the owner of the laundry was very good even every day always gave me pocket money outside my salary, from which I could continue school".

Nabila glanced at Rangga who seemed enthusiastic to listen to his life story.

"Until in the end my uncle started robbing me of my salary every month, Aditya and I could no longer pay the tuition, even for the cost of going to school we didn't have, hiksss..". One sob escaped from Nabila's mouth.

"Because I really can't stand all the treatment of my uncle and his family finally I and Aditya decided to run away from the uncle's house, after school we didn't go back to uncle's house but we went home to grandma on foot, grandma's house was pretty far from school about 50km, and we just got home grandma midnight". Nabila took a breath and threw it away slowly.

"Since that time Aditya and I lived with my grandmother, my uncle never looked for us either. Me and Aditya can live quietly with grandma but I have to keep working to help our living expenses, my grandmother is just a tailor with a nice income so I don't want to add to the burden of grandma, I decided to work at the cake shop behind Grandma's house".

"You're a great woman who has worked hard at your age which is still fairly early". Rangga gently rubbed the top of Nabila's head.

Nabila smiled and then continued the story.

"After I was in 2nd grade of High School I tried to apply for a part-time job at one of your family's restaurants, and thank God I was accepted". Nabila returned to glance at Rangga.

"Either uncle knows where I work in your restaurant I don't know but every month uncle will ask for a monthly allowance from my salary under the pretext of repaying my papa debt to him, I never knew my father really owed uncle or not". Pungkas Nabila with eyes that back glass.

"Until the end my grandmother died and the night my uncle took the certificate of my grandmother's house, I don't think it's going to be this fast that he's selling grandma's house because as far as I know selling the house is not easy but I'm wrong, now that uncle sold the house, Aditya and I really lost everything, hikkss..".

"Sometimes I think why God is so unfair to me, my life is too complicated to walk, I have to fight to keep my life together, to work hard between school days, I have to struggle, sometimes I also envy seeing my friend who can live his life without burden unlike me who has to live it with thousands of tears, hikkss.., hikkss". Nabila again sobbed, his body shaking withstanding the cries, the tears that he tried to endure burst out and flooded his smooth cheeks.

Rangga shifted her seat, docked it with Nabila, hugged Nabila while immersing the girl's face on the chest of her field, occasionally peeping softly on the top of Nabila's head.

"You're a great woman, I salute you. I'm the only man not necessarily able to live the life you live". Rangga stroked the girl in his arms gently and affectionately.

"I did not expect it turned out that the journey of Nabila's life was very difficult, his fate was so unfortunate. But she's really a great woman ". Inner Rangga.

"I feel ashamed of God, I always complain because my parents never had time for me, I feel I never got the attention and affection of parents, he said, I thought my life was so sad and so bad but it turned out I was luckier , it turns out there are still many out there who are not lucky, not as lucky as me". The connection in Rangga's heart.

Nabila was still dissolved in his sadness, only this time He wanted to tell the story of his life that is not easy to others, Nabila felt the burden that He had been damned so far gradually faded along with his sobs.

Rangga hugged Nabila tightly as if he wanted to channel strength to the girl he loved so much.