You My Bucin's

You My Bucin's
26. Sorry



High School is the most beautiful time, where love and friendship are so well established. However, for a woman who is now in her 40s, her High School period is full of emphasis, betrayal, and regret.


Living in a business environment made her miserable for the rest of her life, her feelings could not even be expressed, every day she always tried to be okay, she said, he fell into a black hole that took him to a dark place where light could not enter to light him.


He curled himself up to make friends in a quiet way, looking for a gap to get up and organize his life. Yet everything he did was only ashes and was swept away by the wind, nothing he really changed, he was only getting entangled and unable to escape the darkness that was killing him slowly.


He wiped a glass frame with two girls with a man standing in the middle. The white ash uniform wrapped around the three of them, there he smiled without burden, not knowing what was going on between the three of them.


"I miss you guys," he said.


Drops of water fell over the frame of the photo, printed clearly the face of the woman who began to wrinkle but still looks beautiful, only she was not managed properly visible from her tangled hair and a little gray.


"How are you guys? it's gonna be okay."


It still feels claustrophobic considering past events, maybe this is a reply to everything he did, if he used to be assertive maybe now he will live happily as his two friends.


"Mother is crying like that anyway!" girl clad in a short-sleeved white shirt.


The woman was still feeling down while wiping the glass frame. Until his daughter's hand took over the goods he held, but his position still remains the same now. He bowed without lifting his body.


"What the hell do you do look at this ugly photo, better just throw it out Mom!" his nag.


The girl put her frame in utensils then crouched down to look at her mother's face.


"Mom, don't remember anymore things that have passed, we can definitely pass this by both," he said trying to calm his mother who was increasingly sobbing.


"Mother is not bis-"


"It can, it can!"


In the end, the woman looked at her daughter and rubbed a beautiful face that always reminded her of someone. "Thank you, you've always been there for me."


"I only have Mom, so I'll take good care of you."


"Mom wants to see your sister" he said.


The girl looked in annoyance. "He doesn't have a Mom! don't ask me to bring her body here!"


"You're so mean, he's alive, son."


"He's dead!"


...*****...


Brakkk.


The open door showed a man lying with an infusion tube in his hand.


"Dad why don't you tell Alya if he's sick again, Devan is also evil not to say Alya, gini-gini I'm also the son of Dad, why don't you want to tell me?" cerocos Alya's.


Aryan smiled faintly, his daughter looked so worried that she was already very evil to him. He feels like a bad father.


"You just remembered dad? where have you been all this time? run away from home and your sister says you'd rather stay in a tight box to play with your boyfriend."


Alya raises her eyebrows, plays with a boyfriend? heh! Devan is really cruel.


"Where it is, Devan is lying! he slandered Alya so that all of father's property fall into his hands."


Platakkc.


Devan who was beside Alya touched her forehead.


"Lo also slandered me! where there I want lo bokap treasure!" devan protests.


"So what do you mean if I move kosan for dating?"


"Well, you're more free to date who's name, Ham, Ilam, what's Imam?"


Devan nodded. " Yes that."


The two guys standing behind sister brother just shook their heads in surprise, they were both like invisible spirits. They were both thinking the same at the moment, Devan and Alya looked like their usual big sister, looking harmonious and fine, she said, for some reason, Devan hit Alya and she hated Devan so much.


"Well, do you think you're here?" asked Aryan who was aware of the presence of the man.


"Yes Om," replied Ilham with a friendly smile.


"Well, it's Well, Alya's boyfriend who won't come home!" exclaim Devan.


"Devan!! since when did I make that alesan not to go home, you crazy!" peekik Alya's.


Aryan did not heed the debate between the two children, he instead focused on the two teenagers who looked confused.


"So this is Alya's girlfriend?" ask Aryan again.


Ilham scratched his nape that did not itch, feeling awkward because it had not met Aryan for a long time.


"I-iya Om," replied Nervous Inspiration.


"You can like Alya, she's a fierce child."


Alya who heard that scowled in annoyance. "Dad! where there's alya fierce!"


Again Aryan did not care about Alya's words.


"She also often makes problems at school you must also know, how can you be a boy om this girlfriend," continued Aryan.


"How could it not be that Alya's nyosor!" sahut Devan's. "www! sick oy!!" The guy screamed because Alya pinched his stomach.


"Who told you your mouth was lemes!!"


"Hmm, if that makes sense anyway," said Aryan.


Whether since when his father and Devan became julid like this, it felt like Alya was really like a collector's child.


"Om not most of the jokes will get worse," said Erik who had been listening.


"That's what my dear father said!" tymphal Alya.


Aryan smiled then he grabbed Alya's hand making the girl approach.


"Dad is sorry Al, dad really can't without you, dad loves you very much," said Aryan with a sad look.


Alya smiled. "Dear but not considered for what?"


Aryan was getting sadder, had he already sinned so much on this daughter?


"Dad not not want to admit you as a child father in public, just father does not want you to be interviewed a lot, see Devan aja likes to be confused himself if met with journalists."


Alya looked at Devan and the guy nodded. "Yes, you always misunderstand."


"But why are you so rude to Alya? Devan mukul Alya father too."


They have been silent about their mistakes all along. "It's not yet time for you to know" replied Aryan.


"The problem at school is because I saw your face!" devan.


Alya bent her face, what kind of answer was this? he doesn't like their answers. "When do you play gini secrets? is Alya not around?"


"Oh a lot of guests turns out, there's Alya too huh?"


Dinda, he's been having trouble early in his life. Alya was sure of that.