The Thornless Rose

Chapter 18's

Rasya continued to wait for the Princess who was still praying, the girl used a white scarf to cover her head, occasionally the cloth swayed as the wind blew, giving a cool air, on her neck that began to sweat. His long hair that dangled did not escape the wind, thus disturbing his view.

Rasya shifted, covering the sunlight that hit her beautiful face, so as not to feel hot. The princess raised her head, smiling as a thank you. Rashid replied with a small smile.

"Today, the anniversary of the death of the father of the same mother mas.they left Putri on the same day, a travel accident when the father of the mother headed to Bandung, Putri was also with them at that time, only fate does not side with the Princess, making the Princess still alive, but if you can choose, the Princess wants to come with father and mother."

Hix

"It's not fair to me, my mother's father left the Princess alone, when the Princess needed them most..."

The girl's voice trembled, it seemed that she was still very struck. It happened so long ago, seven years passed. When Putri and her parents returned from Bandung to Jakarta, they had just attended the wedding of their relatives who were in Bandung. Because of the slippery road conditions, after the rain, the trip they were riding suddenly turned left, and hit the road barrier, so the fateful event occurred, the Princess had to lose both parents. Although the mother was to be taken to the hospital, but fate said otherwise, the mother followed the father.

Luckily, both parents have good siblings, so Putri is able to finish her school, until Putri graduates from High School. The aunt, a relative of her parents actually offered the Princess to continue to college, but the Princess did not want to burden them again, she knew enough, let alone her aunt is not from the family is, but she did not want to be, but because of their generosity, they want the Princess to continue her education.

Rasya lowered his body, held the shoulder of the Princess, he brought the girl's body to him, he let the woman cry, made the shirt he wore wet by the Princess' tears.

The princess felt comfortable, drowned her face on the chest of the field of Rasya, spilling all the fatigue that had been borne alone. Only this time he dared to pour out all his heart, Rasya became the first person to see him as weak as this.

How embarrassing you are Princess....

But he didn't care about it anymore, he wanted to feel this for now.

"Don't be sad anymore, now you're not alone, are you? I'll always be there for you, with you". Rasya rubbed the Princess's back, giving it tranquility.

The princess broke her embrace hearing Rasya's words. He dives into the eyes of the man, looking for solemnity for his words, Princess did not find any lies at all, Rasya sincerely said that, Princess realized if the shirt that Rasya wore was wet.

"Your shirt is wet mas".

"It's okay, it'll be dry" Rasya laughed, "You're ugly when you cry gini". Tidying the Princess's hair with the fingers of both hands.

The princess blushed in shame over Rasha's sweet treatment.

"And if your smile is even sweeter". Godanya, until the Princess hit his arm.

"Gombal"

"It hurts...." Rasya complained of pretending to be in pain.

"I'm sorry.... Does it really hurt?". He rubbed the marks of his punch earlier.

The feeling was not tight.

"Now not...."

Rasya looked at the Princess' face, making the Princess stop her strokes, and looked at her as well. Their eyes clashed, The princess felt a strange sigh on her chest. The awakened Rasya immediately cut off their sight first.

Rasya cleared his throat making the Princess aware, and removed the awkwardness between the two.

"You're done? it's getting hot."

The princess nodded "Yes mas".

They join hands, the atmosphere that was so moving, now replaced with happiness, the lips of the Princess ceaselessly curled a smile, she did not understand this situation, she did not understand this situation, but the attention of Rasya makes the Princess really feel more colorful.

Just as they left the tomb a few steps away, Rasya stopped, looking at the middle-aged lung man who was also looking at him with a look that he had a hard time interpreting. The man carried a flower bucket in his hand, quite a large flower bucket, the colorful Rose flower.

Long they looked at each other, Rasya felt so agitated, what he had to explain to the man, he was really not used to giving up. Especially under these circumstances, she was with another woman, with her status being the fiance of the boy.

Papa Marcel was so sick to see this scene, his daughter's fiancee with another woman, the man who would be her daughter's priest in a few days' time, joined hands so mesraanya, he also caught, he said, there was no circular object in the man's day. He growled, withstanding the anger that so filled him, but he had to endure, as a true man he could not make rash decisions.

He moved his foot, passing through Rasya who was still looking at him, feeling guilty.

"Keep know him?" ask the Princess who feels that Rasya and the man know each other.

"Ahh... that..it seems to him, but maybe forgot, where have we met?" Rasya was so nervous, Papa Marcel who seemed to not know him. But can he make it an excuse to break off the engagement and cancel their marriage? Rasya is still not sure of that. Rasya also just realized those who joined hands, immediately released their hands. "Sorry I'm sassy". His kill.

Princess is fixated, Rasya who let go of their hands, you must realize Princess, do not expect more, remember, do not let you fall asleep. But on the other hand Princess really, she is very comfortable with Rasya.

He looked back, where a middle-aged man was also staring at them.

Papa Marcel knew, he often met the Princess in this tomb, but because those who did not know each other, did not say hello, because he thought usual, met many times with the same person, he said, it's the same place, because it's a public funeral. "What roses are you okay? do you know about this?". Again he felt like a stupid and useless father. "If you want, I'll cancel this wedding, it's not good for you, it's okay if you have to lose money, it's time for me to make up for it all". The fate of his daughter.

Papa Marcel crouched down, put a bucket of roses on the navel in front of him, read again the name written on a black headstone, inscribed with gold letters, WARDAH , Born September 26, 1977. Died August 25, 1996. Subjugated head, Papa Marcel saturned, a shadow of the past, where he was so infatuated with the beauty of this innocent girl. He who has the status of a man's husband but smitten with a young girl who works at home, although this girl from the village, but her skin is so white and smooth, Papa Marcel was initially able to control himself, and the, but his wife's demands that the wife be busy often work out of town, making him a normal man needs women as a distributor of his passion needs. The beloved buds of ulam also arrived, the girl also welcomed him, those who were often left alone, making both of them free to do the forbidden relationship, plus the weather is indeed in the rainy season, the two dissolve in a relationship that is getting farther away, they fall in love with each other, so it is difficult for them to separate, because the fruit of their love has grown in the womb of the girl.

"I'm coming"

"Sorry to see me again"

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I've tortured you... ". Papa Marcel could not continue his words anymore, all the weight for him, his tongue was weak, his body trembled, Papa Marcel was so sorry for his mistake.

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