
With a flat tone of voice, Divia confirmed to her daughter who was still standing looking back at her. Two puffs of clear liquid escaped from a pair of Aurora's eye pellets, and flowed down her smooth cheeks, as she heard her Mama's decision.
From the beginning he had expected that his mother would definitely behave like this, knowing everything. That's why he decided to backstreet.
Aurora wiped away the tears streaming down her face with her palms, before she turned around to look at Mama with teary eyes.
"Mama take it easy. Whatever makes you happy, I will. Even if it doesn't make me happy. I tried to forget Alwi. But it turns out I can't. Because I already loved him. We thought we could fight together for Mama's blessing. I think sooner or later, Mama could melt away for my happiness.
Turns out I was wrong. It turns out that reminiscing about the past is much more important to Mama, compared to my happiness. But it's okay. I'll try one more time to forget him, for Mama's sake. Although, I really hope that Mama can stop looking back, and look to the future.
I really hope that Mama can forgive Papa, and reconcile with him for my sake. And you can realize that not everyone, especially musicians, will be the same as Papa, who will betray his partner. Everyone has a different life, nature and destiny. How long will you be, Mama, living in the shadows of the past?" Aurora is saddened with tears that come back.
Satisfied to reveal the uneg-uneg in his heart, he turned back and continued his wide steps, towards the stairs that would take him to the second floor where his room was.
Leaving the Divia standing stared at him. Aurora's words imprint in his heart. Makes it feel like it's slapped.
Has he been too selfish and authoritarian toward his own daughter? Is it true that she has already restrained Aurora, just because she can't forget her past that happened ten years ago?
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The incident that night caused Alwi and Aurora's relationship to return to trouble. They must keep their distance and move away from each other. Aurora did not contact or reply to Alwi's message. It seemed that the girl could not refute his mother's words.
Alwi was overwhelmed with feelings of worry. Should he behave like that too? Getting used to being away from your beloved woman? Honestly he also does not want if because of him, Aurora's relationship with her parents to stretch.
Because she knew how much she loved her mother. And how Aunt Divia is very anti to the profession of a musician. She still has a relationship with her ex-husband.
But, can he afford to forget about Aurora? Argghhh! Why is love so hard?! When his love is in bloom, why should his own profession be the obstacle?!
During this week, Alwi tried hard to take his mind off Aurora. Usually if he is not scheduled to perform, he will go for a walk with Aurora to tourist attractions outside the city.
But now, he felt that such a moment would not happen to them again, as long as the heart of Aunt Divia was still hard and could not be softened. And he had to get used to this kind of situation.
And for that he always spent his time diclub night, every time he was no job. Drinking champagne can take a little of his mind off Aurora. Although not completely, because forgetting the woman is not an easy thing.
But he does not want to lose everything, because of his feelings that continue to be shackled in the same woman. She lost Aurora, her first love.
And he doesn't want to have to lose his career either. Because after all, all this is his dream with his late father who has been struggling to achieve.
So he must not let down his already calm father there, just because a woman who is not necessarily going to end up as his partner, because the thorns that prevent them from uniting are too big.
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Aurora's phone is ringing. He took a flat object over the nightstand and looked at the screen. It turned out that his father contacted him. He hadn't seen that man in a long time.
During these two months he heard his father was out of the country with his wife, for business purposes. That's why he spent more time with Alwi, before being caught by his mother who now destroys everything.
Aurora put the phone in her ear. "Yes Pa?"
"Darling, you're okay, right?" Arifin asked across the street in a soft voice.
"Yes Pa, I'm fine" replied Aurora blandly.
What he said was not entirely true. Because from that night on, he wasn't completely fine. Feelings of longing for Alwi always hit him every second. He wanted to run and hug the man tightly. Channeling all the longing that was stirring up his chest.
But he had to try hard to hold back. Because he had already promised his mother, would leave the man.
"Cock your voice sounds so sad? Different from usual?" Arifin doubted the answer given by her daughter.
"Maybe it's because I'm not feeling well enough, Pa" Kilah Aurora.
"You sick? What pain are you, baby?" Arifin's voice sounded worried after hearing Aurora's words.
"No Pa, I'm just not feeling well. Oh yeah, what's Papa calling?" Aurora diverts the conversation, reluctantly being constantly harassed with answers that will only remind her of Alwi.
"Yes moreover, if not because Papa misses Papa's favorite daughter very much. Now Papa is back from abroad. We met yuk. We haven't seen each other in a long time. Don't you miss Papa?"
"I miss Papa a lot too. Yeah, well, we'll see you at a regular restaurant, okay?"
"Okay baby, Papa will be there soon. See you" Arifin's voice sounded cheerful.
Their conversation through voice calls ended, after the two agreed to meet. Aurora put her phone back on the nightstand. Then she moved from her soft bed to the wardrobe. He was wearing a green kiwi shirt, combined with a denim skirt. And sneakers.
Aurora descends the stairs with ease. Arriving at the bottom floor, he passed by his mother.
"Aurora, where are you going?" Divia asked in surprise when she saw her daughter who was getting ready to come out, with a sling bag attached to her shoulder.
"I just wanted to go out to see Papa for a second. If you don't believe me, you can come" replied Aurora coldly before passing from the woman's presence.