UNDESIRABLE

II

"I'm Alifa."

I was stunned to death when this woman claimed to be Alifa. His face is similar to the photo in Arkan's room, only his hair is different. I smiled and introduced myself to him.

"Okey enough. Let's have dinner, it's too late to wait for the princess." My mother said insinuating me. I secretly saw the clock on the phone, showing 18:38. Am I really late?.

We eat food while chatting even though we really can't.

"Where's your job as a new doctor, does it please Al?" Tanya's mom to Alifa.

"It was quite difficult to jump straight into the field, but I really enjoyed it" he replied very well.

"Alifa is your great woman." It felt like she was slapped when I heard Arkan's proud words for his ex.

"Mother mother-in-law mother who works as a doctor was successful in doing surgery. My God, I'm really proud of you Juan."

"Everything was done because of God, ma'am."

"Hah~ you are always low like that, it's thanks to your medical school. What about Sister Layla, has she started practicing in the hospital?"

I ate a meal while listening to the mother who boasts of her son-in-law who works at the hospital. Every now and then I look up at Arkan, his face looking disappointed that he married me who wasn't in college. Not even inherited any big business. There's nothing to be proud of me. I feel guilty for him.

"What about Geya? Papa Denger you were offered a contract as a journalist, is that really Geya?" Papa asked me.

"Yes, Geya was offered to become a journalist. But Geya is still weighing because Geya has not mastered the entertainment industry enough, especially Geya is not in college." I clearly smiled wryly.

"Papa think you do have the ability of self-taught, even for people who have gone to college will still feel difficulty working. You have to accept the contract, right, Arkan?"

I immediately turned to Arkan, he nodded without saying anything. Even if you flatter me, it doesn't mean anything to him.

I helped auntie clean up the dining table. "Udah non let aunty, this is a aunt's job."

"Why bi, anyways I don't usually get together family especially we are different."

"Propay for non." I smiled and started washing dishes.

"Geya, you're lucky to know you can do what you want." I turned to the source of the voice, she was Arkan's brother.

"What does Arya mean?" my question does not understand.

"You can pursue your ideals without burden as a journalist. As for me, I must follow the bloodline as a soldier. As if you can follow what you want and like." She smiled at me and at the same time my chest was beating so fast, this feeling was unnatural.

"Ekhem~" Arya and I quickly took off their eyes.

"Let's go home." Arkan asked me to hurry up. I sorted it out quickly and said goodbye to my mom and dad.

"You're not going home with me?" I asked when Arkan told me to get in the taxi.

"I have to anterin Alifa" she said pushing me into the car. I felt like I was really just a dust that he could brush off at any moment.

Arkan didn't come home that night, he didn't even send me any messages. I fell asleep on the couch until it felt like my legs were numb for the second time. That's not how important I am to Arkan. He never thought of me as someone he knew. I don't really want her as a husband, but at least think of me as someone she knows. Not like this. He would rather pick up and deliver Alifa than me who was already his wife. He turned on Alifa without feeling guilty to me. He never wanted to touch the food I prepared for him. At least, let's just say that I have that's enough for me.

I cleaned myself up and tried to shrink the slightly puffy eyes. I immediately rushed off to meet Dinar after he sent me a message.

"Okey, now we're co-workers so no need to talk formal okay. Yuk, we survey" he said with a funny accent.

He covered his tattooed arm with a denim jacket. Dinar is better suited to be a model than a journalist. "Side us, mingle with the sweat of the burly men. Huh, it's exciting." he muttered making me laugh.

"Finally you came too, a long time anyway" he said scattering on us.

"Ah, this is Geya. Photographer's part, new boy." Dinar introduced me to the others. They're all very friendly, I think I'll blend in quickly.

First of all we were briefed by the chairman, anywhere we would shoot. And of course during the filming of the documentary, we were not allowed to go home. I think I should tell Arkan about this.

Dinar and I went to the princess mess together, we got acquainted and they advised us to sleep on the bottom mattress, but Dinar and I chose on the top mattress. I told you to try the camera. Here quite crowded, some of them are doing training, moreover there are children who are just entering. I took some pictures, because the weather was hot as a result of the photos so very rough. I tried to control the brightness and so on and started shooting again.

Suddenly someone rebuked me.

"You are forbidden to take photos of the academy" he said, but I got a good photo angle. Damn my camera was taken for granted, and I forgot to put it around my neck. I was about to grumble but not be.

"Aren?!" I said not to believe.

Arkan rolled his eyeballs and exhaled loudly.

"Remain here?" ketus tanyanya.

"Work, especially. Turn my camera around." But Arkan did not give it.

"You're following me, aren't you?"

I frowned, "Seriously I'm working again, Balikin! let me give you my photo to the chairman."

Arkan still doesn't want to give it back, instead he massages my camera. "You can take another photo, as long as you don't have a photo of the academy" he said.

"Reverse the camera!." I screamed and I didn't know my voice would echo through space. It became quite quiet, the chairman saw me and glared as well as Arkan. He looked at me in disbelief.

Then everything came back.

"Crazy, who is the sound of his screams attracted the attention." a group of men came near me and Arkan.

Arkan covered his face, and I could see from the gap of his fingers he was glaring at me.

"Oh~ is Lieutenant Colonel Arkan's wife."

"Wah~ so, that was you guys fighting again huh?"

"The quarrels of the newlyweds are common."

"Kok lo ga say the same I am if your wife is beautiful rich like this. I'm sure I'm at home."

"It's up to you all." Arkan left me with his friends.

They asked me my name, my age, why I was here, why I wanted to marry Arkan, and they asked me what Arkan was great about the first night. God, I can't stand them all anymore. And suddenly Arkan came back and pulled my hand out of the circle of his subordinates.

"So what papa said was true?" i'm nodding.

"You're gonna live here?"

"Ya~ if you are ngizinin, if you are interested, I will just go home." I said carefully.

"Why should I ask permission anyway, it's up to you" and I finally couldn't say anything but feel like I was so insignificant. For me a permit is important, but it doesn't seem to apply to him.

"Next time don't wear rich gini clothes, here it's all guys. If you're in anything later papa can be angry with me." Arkan gave me a trending pant, did he tell me to wear this?.

"That cake, we keep going home to get some stuff at home." I think I was planed by Arkan. Sometimes he makes my heart hurt but he recovers it again quickly.

"And one more thing, get your hair down."

"Why? first you've ruined my fashion, now you want to break my hair?" I don't like it.

"Jaudah gaudah." he answered rather dislike.