The RoofTop Girl's

Crushed

Auroras

He wasn't sure he could finally sit here. Looking uneasy at every visitor who passed into the restaurant. Expecting someone...

At first he wanted to say this to Fatih, at least tell the man that Fatih's ex-girlfriend invited him to meet, but since morning the husband's number could not be reached.

Be it, he finally decided to agree to Kikan. A kikan? well, when was the last time he met the girl, if not the wrong time his wedding event mbak Ara first, it was a long time ago. And now he felt so guilty, as if seizing something from the girl. It's not like Ra's kale, you took Fatih from Kikan.

From the front he could see the figure of Kikan already coming, walking gracefully towards his table. Still wearing a zig zag-patterned shirt in a black blezer dress with a knee-length skirt and high heels 10 or 15 an centi he guessed, and until now he was astonished himself, he said, there are women who feel at home walking with high heels that high, do not hurt her calf to withstand the pressure of body weight, just resting on the tip of the small shoe.

Forget the high heels, Kikan getting closer to him, the girl smiled. Kikan has brownish-yellow hair, reminiscent of the fur of a Persian cat belonging to his neighbor Mama Sonia, high cheekbones and a pointed face, beautiful yet somewhat haughty.

But his assessment of the haughty word turned out to be a big mistake when Kikan had sat in front of him.

"Have you waited a long time?" Kikan smiled warmly at her, what? he thought Kikan was going to crush him, or something considering this meeting between two women in different camps, one ex-lover and one wife from the same man.

"Ti-dak, new too." Stuttering, who immediately cursed himself for being clumsy in front of Kikan.

"Did you order food?" Kikan still maintained his smile.

"Not yet."

"Yes, I ordered it first."

Before long Kikan returned, taking a sitting position opposite to him. The girl was unpredictable, although she kept putting on a warm face since then, but she could not guess the purpose of Kikan to invite her to meet.

This was indeed the first time, he had faced Kikan head-on since Fatih had married him. However, there was a sudden feeling of guilt slipping into his heart and mind.

He cleared his throat for a moment, waiting for the girl in front of him to speak. Kikan stared at the fingers he linked before finally speaking.

"Congratulations, sorry I just said it now."

"Well.."

"So how healthy is it, right? I'm sorry, too, I didn't expect Abi to leave so soon."

Until here he is still gawking, trying to digest every word that comes out of Kikan's mouth, content? Abi's? how far this girl knows. No one seems to know about this secret. No one knows about Abi, except Fatih. Only three people know about the secret of her pregnancy, Abi, Fatih and herself.

It seemed like Kikan caught his confusion immediately, the girl smiled again, this time grabbing her hand that was on the table, clasping tightly.

Nyea... There was something falling from his esophagus, freefalling up to the bottom of his stomach made his stomach like it was wrapped around. He could see, Kikan let out a long sigh, then looked at him deeply.

"Fatih and I have been dating for two years, we love each other. We are serious about this relationship. Fatih proposed to me last year. At that time I was not ready to get married, there were still many achievements I could not do after I got married, but Fatih remained faithful waiting. We were planning on getting married, until..." Kikan increasingly squeezed the firm grip of his hand on him.

"I was also shocked when Fatih said you were pregnant with Abi's child. And we know what kind of accident Abi had, it was really sad news for all of us."

He just fell silent hearing all of Kikan's words which were like a giant godam, beating him mercilessly.

"And in the end, there's no way out. As someone who thinks of you as a brother. Fatih decided to marry you to save your pride. I can what? I can do nothing but take Fatih off, let go of my love. We can't do anything about it because there's a growing baby and it needs someone to account for it." Kikan was still looking at him.

This time he was no longer strong. He was crushed, his pride as if trampled. If it wasn't Fatih, he could probably still accept it. But this is Fatih... So tega....

He sat alone on the park bench after his meeting with Kikan earlier, the girl still had time to hug him tightly.

"I've been sincere Ra, maybe this is the way. Although Fatih also can't promise to come back to me or not after the baby is born. But I hope not to waste my sacrifice and Fatih's, our sacrifice."

"Jaga Fatih is good for me, I love him so much."

Kikan's words still continued to spin on his head, making his head seem to want to explode right then and there. No one asked for mercy, from the beginning he did not hold anyone accountable. Fatiha... So tega....

Fatih had lifted him high into the air, soaring him to the seventh heaven but then dropping him in such a way, that the pain was deep. It's too painful... Too painful...

The light rain danced in the air, but he remained unmoved, not moving anything from his seat, until the crackle had turned into a knife-edge punch that pierced the skin of his body that was only covered in a knee-length dress, the rain grew louder as his crying became more and more so.

It wouldn't hurt this much if it wasn't Fatih. They pity him, for what. From the beginning he should have refused Fatih to marry him, he forgot that Fatih had someone waiting for the man. He is just an object of compassion, an unfortunate object that needs a helping hand to save his pride.

He was completely crushed, his pride was no longer there. It's been destroyed, trampled and wasted. In Fatih's eyes, she was just a pathetic girl who needed help. As fulfilling as he was, that was not worth his life...

His eyes began to fade because of the increasingly heavy rain and his mad cries. Just then, his phone vibrated from inside the bag, he didn't want to lift it but the damn phone kept vibrating, making him reach into it from inside the bag.

Papa's calling...

What else is this, God,...

To be Continue

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