UNDESIRABLE

VII

Arkan was still unconscious, he was still asleep after the surgery. I clasped his hand and did not stop praying, nor did I cry. I was so scared, I was afraid Arkan would leave me alone in this world. I really can't control my branched mind.

"Cepetlah open the eyes of Arkan, I promise I will never interfere with your relationship with Alifa. As long as you wake up." I put his hand on my cheek. His hands were cold as ice.

The door of the room opened, I was about to hug my mother but she slapped me very hard. As soon as a noise pierced my ear, I fell silent from overwhelming shock. "This is the consequence for a soldier who is not married to a doctor! Papa loy? The doctor said that Arkan lost a lot of blood! That's because this poor woman even got to do first aid! He can only harm our son!." Mom was angry, she snapped at papa and blamed him.

It's true that mother said, if only Arkan married a doctor, it would not be so bad. I apologize to my mother for not being a good wife and daughter-in-law. I kowtowed at his feet apologizing for me, Arkan comatose like this. Mom pulled my hand. "Go from here unlucky bearer." My tears fell right at his feet.

"Bu~" came the voice of papa who asked mother to control her emotions.

"I SAID GO!." He shouted while throwing my bag.

I nodded, with a heavy heart I left the hospital. I would love to accompany Arkan, I want to be by his side at this moment. But what if instead I would only create trouble when by his side.

"I miss Arkan." I cried along with the tears that kept flowing.

"Arkan~" I can't stand my legs anymore. I cried so hard, I didn't want to stay away from her. I want to always be by his side, I love Arkan. Loved her.

But other words, a soldier like Arkan does not fit in with me. I can't even protect her, I can't treat her when she's in pain. And more sadly, I could never be by his side.

After that incident, what really made me have to never feel familiar with Arkan. I never visited him openly, I occasionally came to the hospital at night. She was still afraid of being discovered by her mother. Peeping at her through the window or asking the nurse. I always leave lavender flowers on the nurse every Wednesday, the purpose is to be stored in the Arkan room so that there are no insects. And today Thursday night, I was peeking, apparently Alifa was there. They're chatting. Honestly, my feelings are so mixed. I really feel defeated by Alifa. Alifa can do anything with Arkan without being reproached by mother.

"Geya~" someone touched my shoulder suddenly. I almost screamed in shock. I found Ipra, and he seemed to be sneaking into Arkan's room. Ipra smiled at me as if he knew something.

"You wait here okay, there's something I want to talk to you about." He gave me a car key and then went inside. Not long after some time, Ipra is out.

Ipra invited me to sit in the corner of the hospital with a vending machine. "Where are you going anyway? Almost every day I find you in mess. But Dinar said you're still missing. I thought you were Arkan again, about a week ago here but Arkan said, you didn't even come to take care of it. Is something going on?"

I lowered my head, could it be that Arkan was already disappointed in me at this moment?. I wanted to ask Ipra to tell Arkan that I was forbidden to see Arkan by his mother.

I shook my head slowly. Ipra grabbed my hand and held it. He looks at me with sadness. "You can't say it to me." I frowned.

"I will always be by your side. Waiting for you to get divorced with Arkan. I love you, Geya." he continued, making me speechless. Ipra just expressed his feelings for me. I pulled my hand out of his hand and hit his arm. "Thank you for comforting me." I said I thought everything was a joke.

I was completely unthinkable by Ipra's words. The way he looked at me and said that he was waiting for the end of my relationship with Arkan made me feel like I really was a special human being. But on the other hand I don't want to part with Arkan. I never want to think like that again.

Dad knows everything, papa told him about the Arkan incident. Apparently dad had guessed that Arkan's mother didn't like me and him. Dad apologized to me for being selfish, he said 'Daddy just wants to love you a good future so dad told you to marry Arkan'. And lucky to have a father like him. He did not advise me to separate, my father told me that it was the bitterness of an arranged marriage. Dad asked me to be patient and keep the marriage going, because I already believe in Arkan. I believe in the power of my love.

I cleaned some cameras and other displays. Dad's photo studio has begun to be quiet, only certain people visit. I changed some of the photo spots to make them look more contemporary.

"Welcome." I said when I heard the sound of the door-drying open. I was silent when I saw him standing up. He's here standing tall no longer lying on the bed.

Arkan bowed to my father and then moved his feet closer to us. We stared at each other without saying a word. It felt like just yesterday I saw he was still asleep helplessly.

"I'm here for our photo shoot" he said, making me laugh. I immediately grabbed Arkan's body, I cried. Crying pleasure. "Evil." I muttered behind his chest. Arkan touched my hair and tried to calm me down.

"No, not like that. I just can't tell you why." I sobbed.

Arkan let go of the hug and cupped my face. "Quite crying. We'll take a picture." I nodded.

Arkan gave me a small bag, in which were some clothes. First Arkan told me to wear creamy clothes a little brownish. I called my father for advice on how my hair should be. Dad put my hair on while Arkan was getting ready in my dad's room.

"Beautiful son of father, you look a lot like mother." I smiled and hugged father.

Dad asked me to come out and Arkan was waiting. She was wearing clothes that were in harmony with my dress. The checkered suit fits perfectly on his body plus Arkan wears glasses. And I just realized that our concept is a classic. He photographed us both. It felt like a dream considering this was our first photo shoot. On my wedding day Arkan and I did not do a photo shoot even we were both busy serving our guests. All that important time of day, Arkan and I had no interaction at all except when taking the oath.

We did a photo shoot for quite a while, let alone changed clothes three times. This is how it feels cape. During the last session we closed with a threesome shoot. Dad set the time on camera, me and Arkan stood on the right and left side while dad sat in the middle seat. One, two, three a flash came out indicating we were photographed. Dad was so excited, as soon as possible he did the printing for our best photos.

Meanwhile, Arkan and I went into the room to change clothes.

I'm busy removing the make up seen in the reflection of the glass if Arkan is looking at the small frame attached to the wall of the room.

"This, must be your mother" he said.

"Hm~." I muttered as I stepped closer to him.

"Sadly, I can't take pictures with us." I said smiling bitterly. Arkan looked at me and rubbed my hair.

"You're so pretty." she grabbed my waist. I looked up to look at him. "You are also handsome." I said praising back.

Arkan smiled and hugged me for a long time. I rubbed his wide back, occasionally smelling his perfume. Slowly I could feel Arkan peeping at my neck. I squirm amusedly.

I can inhale the scent of toothpaste from his mouth, did he have this planned from the beginning?. Arkan led me to the bed, he was on top of me. I pulled his bow tie so our lips met.

I hope today time goes by very slowly. I want to spend my time with Arkan. I will never forget his touch, I will never forget the way he kissed me. I will continue to remember the words that came out of his mouth while finishing his peak period. "I love you." whispered in my door. We were breathing heavily, I touched his hair and dyed the Arkan. We had a chat before Arkan finally fell asleep on me from exhaustion.

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Extra :

"Finally will carry grandchildren too." Geya's Father.

(It's more or less like this is Geya and Arkan's shoot. In this photo story will be displayed in Arkan official house as well as his private room.)

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