You belong to me

You belong to me
Plan on Running Part 2



Aira tries to encourage her brother to keep laughing and happy to accept everything that will happen in his life.


"Niana will be happy. Mas Arlan need not worry, although he later turns out to be with Kenzo, I'm sure Kenzo will also be able to make him happy." Now replace Aira who hugged that one-of-a-kind brother.


"Yesterday when I saw Niana with Kenzo, it felt like something was hurting here, Dek." Arlan pointed towards his chest.


"I used to be, too, knowing the truth about God, but it's all over and Addrian healed everything."


"Addrian loves you very much."


"I love him a lot too. Arlan will be happy." Aira pulled herself from her brother's arms.


"Hopefully." Arlan smiled strangely.


"Mas Arlan didn't see Niana yesterday?"


Arlan shook his head. "When I saw him with Kenzo I went straight from there. I tried to calm myself for a moment.


"Try to accept everything, Mommy."


Arlan took a deep breath and he would try to accept everything, and let everything go as it is.


"Then Mas Arlan got ready first and I want to help mama again downstairs."


"Yes. Aira, you don't get too tired, later if there's nothing with you. Addrian can become the Hulk and go on a rampage." Arlan smiled slightly.


"He's not just the Hulk, so hell boy too." Aira smiled and she stayed out of her brother's room holding his stomach.


Arlan stood there and looked for his phone. He tried to contact Niana.


"Hello" said Niana.


"Hi, Na."


"Hi, Mas, why did you call me? It's not that you today there's a meeting between Mas Arlan's family and the girl who will be Mas Arlan's future wife."


"You know?"


"Of course, you know. Aira told me once, and actually I was going there to help, but my mother asked to drive me to the village. I'll be home to my village in a few days."


This Niana decided to quit her job at Arlan's restaurant because if it wasn't so, it would make her and Arlan both sick.


"Do I want to take you there?"


"Mas, you must be busy today. So, I don't have to bother delivering me. I'll be ushered in by Kenzo."


"Kenzo." Arlan smiled miris. "Are you and he dating?"


"We're not in a relationship, Mas, he's my best friend and Aira. I knew it a long time ago."


"Yes, why am I taking care of your business anyway. You are a free woman and can relate to anyone. Well, it was during the vacation with Kenzo."


"Mas, I'm not on vacation."


"Bye Niana."


"Mas ... My ...!" calling Niana unconcerned, Arlan shuts down the call.


"****!" Addrian throws his phone away until it disappears somewhere. Addrian went into the bathroom and he chose to get ready to obey what his mother said. He wanted to see how the face of the girl his mama would match him with.


Today's event began with the Aira family waiting to welcome the arrival of a family girl named Riani Nabilla Linggar, a music teacher at one of the city's famous music schools. Both of Riani's parents are also not among the upper-class families. They settled in a countryside with a very beautiful and comfortable atmosphere. Riani lives in this city with her aunt and uncle's family who are quite located.


"Welcome, it's great that you came here to fulfill our invitation," mother Tatiana hugged her friend warmly.


"We are very honored to invite Mba Tia to the mansion, Mba This."


"You don't talk like that. Your house in the village is also very large and good, what else is the view behind your house is very beautiful. Anyway, if our son gets married, I'd like to stay there for a week if I can. Yeah, right, Dad?"


"Yes, I'm also tired of this urban atmosphere."


"Well! Mama why don't you take Aira there? Aira also wants to see the scenery of the countryside, Ma," said Aira.


"This is your daughter Aira whose wedding day I can't attend huh, Mba?"


"Yes, this is Aira and you weren't there because your mother died."


"Yes. Aira, aunt apologized for not being able to attend your wedding at that time."


"It's okay, Bi. Aunt herself got a disaster."


Tatiana's two eyes circled around looking for where her old daughter-in-law's figure she hadn't met.


"Asha, is this Riani?" Tatiana saw a girl in a dress shirt under her knees and three-quarters sleeves, stained in bone white. The girl had a calm face and a sweet smile.


"Yes, it's Riani. Riani's son is very quiet and calm. She's also very shy."


"Girls are so. Honey, Budhe's kangen with you." Tatiana tightly hugged the girl with hair in her simple pigtail.


"Sorry, if Riani rarely comes to the budhe house. That's because Riani feels alone if not with father and mother."


This Riani actually reflects the shy village girl, but has great respect for parents.


"It's okay if you visit here. Budhe will be very happy if you come here. You can also be good friends with Aira."


The cute girl who had turned eyes looked at Aira and smiled at, Aira. "You're pregnant? How many months?"


"It's about to enter the age of eight months. Mba Riani is beautiful."


"Of course it's pretty, whose cousin it used to be," chirped a girl who, when she saw it, was still very young.


"Side, don't embarrass your sister," reprimanded the woman who is Riani's aunt.


"Dear." Tatiana's hand stroked Riani's cheek that was covered with her hair. For a moment Tatiana was silent to see the scar on Riani's left face.


"Budhe," called Riani and just made Tatiana set foot on earth again.


"Sorry, honey, Budhe was just a little daydreaming earlier."


"It's okay. Budhe, does Arlan know he's gonna be betrothed to me - the girl who has a scar on her face?"


Aira was a bit shocked to hear what Riani had just said. "Wound, Mba?" ask Riani astonished.


"Yes, on my face there is a scar of Aira and this can not be operated because it connects with the eye nerve, if there is an error in the operation, if there is a mistake, it'll make you blind and I don't want it until it happens. I want to be able to continue teaching music and see the beauty of it when the kids play with me."


"Sorry, can I see it, Mba?"


Riani nodded and showed the scar by addressing her hair that covered her face.


Aira opened her mouth to see the scar.