Without Looking

Episode 20: The Love Show

Not caring about the SPBU woman who was beside him, Zian immediately ran towards the car to open it quickly and immediately drove the car towards the house. The one who called Zian was Bi Maya. Bi Maya says that Rista went on a hunger strike from this morning. Bi Maya has persuaded, but Rista still does not want to.

Zian's departure left a sigh of relief from the SPBU woman. The woman with the horse-tiered hair, heaved a sigh of relief. His chest felt safe, because he was finally treated nothing by Zian.

For Zian himself, the man drove the car as fast as he could. Overtaking every vehicle in front of him. Let them be angry, Zian's current affairs are more precarious.

Zian hastily opened the door of the house, after finishing parking the car. His gaze surrounds every inch of the house, looking for the whereabouts of Bi Maya. The middle-aged woman had just come from outside, she entered from the back door. Zian's footsteps quickly approached Bi Maya. The look on his face was anxious and slightly reddened from holding back the anger.

"Why doesn't he want to eat? How did you persuade him? What if he gets sick again?!" Zian then burst into the kitchen as if looking for something.

Bi Maya is confused. Afraid actually, his face was already subdued. However, seeing Zian's behavior made Bi Maya dare to ask.

"Sorry sir. What are you looking for?"

Zian glanced with a sharp eye. His heart was really angry. Diabriknya again the closet on the stove.

"Food for him, don't you make it?!" Zian asked annoyed.

"Sorry sir, but the food I put in my room."

"Why didn't you say it?!" Zian then left Bi Maya alone there.

The abandoned can only bow in fear. The master was in a bad mood, no wonder he behaved like that.

Zian opened the room door. He saw Rista sitting next to the bed. Slowly Zian stepped back, approached, then sat down beside Rista.

Rista felt a movement on the bed he was sitting on. He moved his head to the side, thinking that coming was Bi Maya again.

"Bie.. I told you I don't want to eat." Clearly Rista gently.

Zian sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.

"This is me."

"Mas."

"Why don't you want to eat?"

Rista looked down, though,

"So. I don't want to eat, I want to go home. Anter I'm home mas!" Pinta Rista who immediately got a rejection from Zian.

The man stood squinting at Rista who looked weak and pale. His jaw started to harden, his anger was already starting to peak. With a sigh Zian began to ask.

"Why do you insist? Do you think with you on hunger strike I'll bring you home? No!" Zian sternly turned his face about to step away.

"Why?" Rista's tone began to rasp. The girl had been holding back crying, but this time she could not hold it anymore.

"Why are you so selfish? Do you want to keep me here and torture my feelings? Is that what you want? What do you really want?" Rista asked with her tears.

Zian let out a long sigh again, feeling so annoyed. Maybe he was selfish, but Zian clearly felt what he was doing was right. The punishment for Rista who had dared to seize his happiness by having to marry a blind girl. Zian had to marry a blind girl. Disabled, who would want to marry a disabled person? Everyone wants a perfect physique even perfect manners. That was what Zian thought, he still insisted with his thoughts and point of view on Rista.

"What do I want?" Zian walks unbeknownst to Rista. Stepping take a bowl of porridge on the nightstand.

"I want you to do this charade." Zian Clear.

Then Zian pulled the white chair beside the window. Pulling it in front of Rista, sitting there facing the wife. Zian tried to calm down to face Rista's tears, even though he was the least able to see a woman crying.

"Now, you eat! Don't hurt yourself!" Pinta Zian spooning porridge.

His hand was raised closer the spoon filled with porridge to Rista's mouth. Touching the tip of the spoon to Rista's lips.

"Open your mouth!"

"If I don't want to do this charade. How's mas?"

Prakk ..

With breath gasping. Throwing a bowl by Zian. The man is standing now.

Rista closed her eyes feeling very shocked. Afraid she felt too. Tears are getting louder. In both hands, squeezing it with all his might. His body shook with a cry, but Zian did not care.

"Whatever!" Furious Zian was about to step away from Rista.

Drrrttt .. Drrrttt .. Rista's phone suddenly shook. Zian turned his gaze, he saw Rista take the phone from his skirt pocket.

With trembling hands Rista picked up the phone.

"Why you, baby?" Ask Tanika from behind the phone.

Tanika's question can Zian hear. Feeling threatened Zian swiftly pulled the phone. Rista was shocked, but couldn't do anything. Zian stared intently at the index finger placed in front of his lips, the man hinting for Rista to be silent.

Rista obeyed Zian's will, he also lowered his head squeezing the tip of his shirt to hold his cry so that he would not be heard by the mother.

"Hallo aunty, Rista's okay tan." Zian replied as he walked away from Rista. The outside atmosphere from behind the window. His mouth was still so shrewd as to glint his tongue at the in-laws.

"Yes tan. Rista is okay, he just watched a sad movie so cry. We're all right here aunty, so Auntie don't worry about Rista, I'll take good care of her."

"Take care of your child! I will not be as disinclined as you! Remember that!"

"Tante is calm so Rista is happy here, she will never cry. I'm right next to him."

"Well, where's Rista? I want to talk to him!"

Hearing the request of the in-laws, Zian made a glance at Rista and then replied with a lie again.

"Duh tan, the Ristanya go to the toilet first."

For a moment there was no answer, but then Tanika spoke again.

"Yes, if so I send greetings to Rista. Take good care of him! Remember not to hurt her heart the slightest thing." Pinta Tanika then closed the call.

Zian breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his body back to face Rista, stepped closer to the girl and threw the phone on the bed.

"Don't talk about anything to your mom!"

Zian sat down again in front of Rista, looking at the girl who was hiccuping because she was rebuking.

"Udah!" Zian wiped Rista's tears. "Don't cry anymore! I'm just asking you to do a show. So difficult? Until you go on hunger strike and cry rich gini?"

Rista raised her face. His hands clasped Zian's fingers perched on his cheeks.

"Mas. I love you, am I wrong?" Asked Rista with a sad face.

Zian averted his gaze, looked down at the glance then looked back at Rista.

"So. Not wrong! But, maybe I'm the stupid one, for playing you. I'm sorry, but I can't repay your love. I asked, is it wrong I want a physically perfect woman?"

Rista shook his head weakly. Shivering lips, looking down.

"So, for our good. I beg you to understand! We're going through this charade! I won't be mad you want to be with any guy, I don't have a problem. You just calm down! I will not torture you, your bridle. You have the right to do whatever you want. In exchange I will also look for a woman who is suitable for me, you understand?" Clearly Zian was now in a soft tone. However, it kept Rista's tears flowing.

Arrested his voice trembling. Rista tried to speak calmly for Zian to hear the question well.

"Including the right to love you?"

Zian sighed.

"But I can't guarantee that you're still okay with your feelings. So, I suggest you erase your love for me."

Rista swallowed the saliva for a moment, biting back on his lower lip, holding back so that he could remain calm with the decision he was about to take. His hand groped Zian's hand then climbed onto his arm.

As Rista touched Zian's face, the man tried not to rebel and accepted. There might be a satisfactory answer for Zian.

"Bag.." With a resplendent hand Rista rubbed that face. "I don't know when I can erase my love. But, I'll try mas. If not, then I will try to make you love me. Give me some time so I can make you love me."

Zian turned his face away, letting out a long sigh.

"okkey. It's up to you, but I'm only giving you a year. Forgetting or conquering my heart. Just pray! Maybe God will open my heart to you, but don't expect too much!" Zian's firmness then stood up, making Rista release a hand from Zian's face.

There was a stomp of Zian's feet out of the room. Rista looked back down, sniffling. How does Zian hate it? Not learning to love her? Is it too bad for a blind girl? Until no one wants it. That's reality? Rista had never felt it before. No one dared to insult or hate his shortcomings all this time. His family received Rista well. But, why? Now the person whom she considers to be true love even her own husband dares to insult Rista to the point of hating her. Then the worst is that he dares to lie for his own sake and take advantage of his blindness and innocence. It turns out that this is the reality, the real world will soon be Rista lived. Not acceptance but rejection from the person he is willing to give heart and soul for him. Excessive indeed, but I don't know Rista has already invested in Zian. Although Rista did not know where his ark of love would go after his loving heart was hit with various cuts.

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"Rista and Zian's wedding was apparently one of the year's lavish weddings. The place they chose was one of the five-star hotels in Bandung. Son of the President Director of PT. PRU IV Cilacap was very lucky to get a handsome husband and a good career. Rista Alfarisi is known publicly as the subsidiary of the main Director of PT. PR-tm Indonesia which does have shortcomings. Rista is blind tapping, but Rista is a virtuous and graceful girl in the eyes of society. They were hailed as the sweetest couple this year. Zian who is indeed a charismatic man is also Rista who is a graceful woman. The festive wedding was not spared from the media spotlight, not because of the romance of two people, but also the number of ministers present such as ...."

Click, click,

A woman clicks the off button on the remote control she holds. Turning off the television, he stood up. It feels bored he heard the news of the marriage of the son of the President Director of PT PRU IV Cilacap. After all, after hearing the news was enough to make him sure that the decision he was going to take was correct. Step the woman in white and the jeans towards the window. The dark brown glass window. It's late, but maybe the mother forgot to close the door. A baby boy's voice surprised him. With quick steps, he approached for a two-year-old.

"Shtt. baby sleep yes! Mama's here." The woman said softly, while holding the baby with a warm embrace that was evident from the sound of the baby sleeping shortly after he approached.