TOWARDS THE END OF THE ROAD

Reckless

Lovely pov.

Now time is 20:00. I don't feel like I'm doodling over a conscious book on my lap. I remember that I haven't eaten. Well, if my girlfriend knew, she must have brought her for mercy. I stepped into the dining room and I sat next to the father reading the newspaper. When I sat down and was about to take some rice,

"You're still in touch with Raka herdiana?"

I was shocked and I was also surprised why you said my boyfriend's full name. I answered:

"Ee, yes sir, why?"

He put his newspaper.

"Hmm, the father clearly does not agree yes you are the same him, you better be the same kid next to the village."

Father ngotuk. He didn't like me being in touch with my girlfriend from the beginning. I'm not the type of person who likes to be betrothed. I hate that the most. I took a breath and said,

"Ah don't want to sir. Disgust ah same damah."

I slowly feed my food.

"Oh, so that's it. Do you dare to volunteer?"

Mr stand.

"It's not that it's beautiful to volunteer, sir. But Beautiful also wants to choose themselves. It's beautiful not to be chosen."

I said honestly.

"Ah, I don't think the same as you. You want to date her."

Dad sat back.

"What's the matter, sir?"

I asked a little annoyed.

"The sheep are poor. He's not really his relationship. You want to have a boyfriend who's such a bitch."

I was crying and I couldn't hold my tears. Mr. ride pitam.

"Sir, do you know where? I'll see you too,"

Suddenly he kicked the table and shouted.

"But I don't want you to be with him."

I answered. Not that I argue, but a child must also have their own desires and choices, right?

"Who wants to date is beautiful or sir? You once said to Beautiful. You are allowed to date, as long as you do not forget to study. From there the father did not mention that Indah had to be with the son next door sir."

I paused. I'm not lustful anymore. I explained a little screaming. I hope, those of you who read do not think I am a disrespectful child, children do not know themselves, children who do not know are lucky, etc. Because you don't know how painful it is so I.

"You need to know, he's a spoiled son sir. Meal period also asked to be bribed with me?"

Mr. nyerocos.

"Yes that means he's the same attention you're getting, not like Raka herdianj.ng's."

I cried when my girlfriend was likened to this 4-legged animal that used to bark.

"Paaaac."

I said lirih.

"Shut up!!!! Better you now follow the father's words, or you are not allowed to go out of the house. In fact, if necessary, now you get out of this house, and never come back again. Unless you return with the hands of the village's next door."

Firmly father who is so painful.

"Well, if this is what you want."

I finished the dinner and I drank.

"Excellent, assalamualaikum and good night."

I walked over with tears. I packed up the goods and I stepped back to my mother's room.

"Mom, Lovely fare."

I obviously heard the commotion in the kitchen. Mom stroked my hair and said.

"Patience, son, I will try to speak well with your father. I agree if you are with Raka. Only nowmah wayahna. Maafya, not the ngusir mother, but if explained now, the fear of your father becomes more and more. One mother's message. Take good care of yourself, son."

Mom kissed my forehead and I cried and hugged my mom.

"Yes ma'am, you don't have a lot of thoughts here, believe me, Beautiful will be fine."

After that I put on my thick jacket, and my hair was deliberately broken. I put on my school bag and walked into the garage. My goal at that time was Fida's house. My sister's boyfriend. Intentionally all the events today only Fida knows. Arriving at Fida's house, I parked the wide-ranging moped and I stepped towards the main door. Knock door. Shortly after, Fida opened the door. He seemed surprised by my condition which was still covered in tears.

I answered:

"I got kicked out of fid, because I'm dating Raka."

Fida accidentally slammed the door and the door opened against the wall.

"The story is long Fid. I asked permission for a while to hide here."

Said explain.

"Yes sok weh kak, enter yuk. Login."

My sister is pulling my hands gently. I really don't want anything right now. Even opening a backpack and jacket would not.

"What the hell is it, brother? Tell me try me."

Fida hugged my body. Slowly but surely he took off the bag that was being carried by me. He was about to open the jacket I was wearing as well but I prevented it. I don't want to take off my jacket. Because if it's removed, my chest hurts more like there's no pressure on it. He also snuffed. I slowly told him everything that happened.

Pov author.

Indeed arranged marriage is not all wearing, especially what experienced by this 15-year-old girl. Yes, her name is Indah Ayu Putri Lestari. He's so hurt in his heart. He is the person who, according to the author, is the most understanding. Lo, so confide in hihihi. Okay continue. He hugged his sister more precisely his sister's boyfriend. He had told all his complaints to Fida. Fida was silent and occasionally responded to her sister's story.

The author pov end.

"Oh, so that's the story, yes. I understand brother. But my advice, you should disappear from home first. About 10-15 daily. Let the atmosphere go first."

My sister's advice. I'm a mangosteen understand. I started to make plans. I intend not to go to school to launch Raka prank. It's a little overdone, but I want to make her happy. Let me be unhappy, as long as he is happy. Again I cried that immediately embraced my sister.

The next day, I got permission to the teacher not to go to school. I'm stressed. I'm ill. I'm rattled. From last night my job was just daydreaming about my girlfriend and worrying about my own life. Even the cool horn was dreamy, the thick jacket attached to my body I had not touched the zipper from last night. I opened my jacket and immediately stepped into the bathroom. I poured warm syower into my body. Ah, so delicious and fresh. After showering and shampooing, I went in front of the mirror in the guest room now occupied by me.

"Fiiiid, kaka pinjem herdayermu yaa."

I'm yelling.

"Yes, take it."

I'm stunned. It was Fida's mother.

"Eh, mom. Borrow yes. Hehehe."

I'm a little embarrassed.

"Yes, think of it as your own home. When's coming, son?"

Ask Fida's mom.

"Last night Mom, I was gonna say hi to mom but she's asleep."

Said lying.

"Oh, yes. Listen, listen, you have a problem with your father."

I'm getting embarrassed.

"Eh, eng. I am ma'am."

I stammered. Fida's mother stroked the tip of my head.

"Sabarnak, you are a strong teenage girl, you are a great woman. I'm sure you can. Can face all the trials that continue to hit. It's not much, son. Mother is more about her love journey. You're only 15 years old, and you still have a long time to improve your life. With the coming trials, God must be testing you. How loyal are you to your boyfriend?"

I was so excited to hear Fida's mother's words. I stopped my activity and I hugged him.

"Hix, hix, yes ma'am, thank you."

I said.

"But remember, make your girlfriend just to be an encouragement in your learning and life."

Mom took off her opener. I nodded and smiled.

"Yes, mommy wants to go to the market first."

I nodded then mother left me in this guest room. Kulanjuran. Time still shows at 06:00.

Beautiful pov end. Otherside.

"Eh, I didn't think yes, the Beautiful until the same time as Raka."

Bela.

"Ih, yes. I just want to be her boyfriend Raka also susaaahahaa ask ampuuun."

Sahut Priska while patting his chest. Beautiful official do not follow *** for the next week on the grounds of returning to Kalimantan. On the other hand, he is also depressed because he wants to have a girlfriend of his own choice, but the soul mate is in the hands of Ortu. How's progress? Will Indah and Raka Herdiana unite? Do Arif and Fida still shy of cats to shoot first? Stay on the road to the end of the road.

Seriate.