You My Bucin's

45. Naraya's?

His head bowed with tears dripping down the back of his hand. Last night's events are still in his memory. He should be happy because he was approved by his grandmother Ilham, but still the woman's speech made his heart not calm.

"I object to Oma, Ilham should be with Naraya."

"Don't talk Lia nonsense! Nara is only her childhood friend Ilham, why is she with him? Nara already has a boyfriend."

The woman in black dress walked gracefully closer towards Oma. "Nara never had a lover, she really liked Ilham from childhood, why not Nara who accompanied Ilham, surely she also liked Nara a long time ago right?"

"Where's Nara?" Alya asked out of curiosity, she wanted to know the face of the girl.

Not the answer he got, but even the words that made his heart worry.

"The song is in the life of Ilham, from beginning to end he will continue with Ilham, because he is destined to accompany Ilham," said Lia while looking down on Alya.

The girl glanced at Ilham, the guy had no voice at all, he was just silent and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Why? Wanna defend? Oh, my God, Alya, he's not gonna defend you, he's-"

"Dahlia! That's enough of you, you don't know manners, do you?" snapped Oma.

The atmosphere was cold at first but the situation warmed up again when Ilham clasped his hand, Alya looked at the guy, he could see a smile on his face as if saying that everything would be fine.

Ilham said out loud, "Alya it is my choice Aunt Lia, so don't match me with the aunt. Let us be happy with each other's choices."

Instead of succumbing to Dahlia even more intense to make Alya unsure of his engagement.

"If Nara is happy with her childhood friend, how is it?"

"Ilham will still be Nara's best friend, nothing more."

Oma smiled at the stern words coming out from her grandson's lips. "He's really like you, Zeen."

Dahlia clenched her hands in annoyance, yet she still maintained her haughty face. "Sometimes you'll also realize that Narah is all you need, and only him."

The guy did not heed Dahlia's words, he clasped Alya's hand tightly and led her out of the room.

Alya followed Ilham with wide strides, currently his mind was filled with many questions about Naraya, who he was and where he was, and also did Ilham like him?

The two of them were sitting in the car, Ilham was silent and Alya was staring at the man flat.

"Ilham," call Alya.

The man faced her with a smile, "It's okay not to be horrified, we'll be together with Al."

Alya looked at the hand of Ilham who was stroking the back of his hand. He exhaled slowly then asked, "Naraya where? She who are you? You like her?"

The consecutive question did not make Ilham stop his activities, instead he now looked at Alya gently while answering his question.

"Nara was my childhood best friend, she was the only friend I had. I used to be an introvert, I didn't like to hang out with people, but after Nara moved to Surabaya with her grandmother during her junior high, I forced myself to hang out and have friends." Ilham stroked chubby Alya's cheeks slowly, there was no smile on the girl's face at the moment.

Ilham continued his words, "The separation is for me to be the inspiration now, I have many friends but the closest is only Gerry, Irgi and Erik. Although they're cheeky, but I'm grateful to have them."

Alya did not respond, the girl was just silent with a gloomy face.

"Dad, how come you're still pouting? Smile dong, I will always be there beside you, I will not leave you, you know for yourself how to wash me to you," said Ilham while stroking Alya's hair slowly.

"You don't know the future, who knows tomorrow Nara comes and keeps you-"

Alya brushed off Ilham's hand, "You know how I used to be, right? I was cheated on, I was promised the same as what you said, how can I believe?"

"Devan is the same I'm different, after all he's your half-brother, where maybe you can have an Al relationship."

Alya realized from his daydream, he was now even thinking with the words of Inspiration about Devan. The girl wiped her tears and dialed someone's number.

A minute later, someone picked up the phone.

"Hallo Al, why?"

"Res, you busy? I want to tell you a story" asked Alya.

"Well, where do you want to tell me?" said Resta across there.

Alya threw down her body and replied, "Ditelpon aja, I'm running out of the house."

"Hmm okay, what's the story?" tanya Resta was curious.

"Lo never thought about the reason Devan mutusin me by cheating me with the crazy Melya?"

There Resta chuckled at Alya's words.

"Ye, you laugh," she said.

"I'm sorry, Al, you call melya, there's all this crazy."

"I'm the same as a boy."

Silent, there was no answer from Resta until a minute passed the girl again voiced, "Yes Al, I feel awkward with Devan."

"Huh? Awkward why?" ask Alya.

"Gini loh, at that time he cheated on Melya, right? But I never saw the two men together, to the cafeteria or anter home like you, no Al, my God just realized," explained Resta.

"Maybe they're not backstreet?"

"No way Al, I know very well the Devan, yes even if just a quick glance fitting he is the same lo heck. But I can conclude if Devan is the type of guy who likes his relationship published, for example now the same brother Dania, tuh one school knows if they are made."

Alya listens well to the chatter coming out of her phone, she becomes increasingly convinced that Devan is not actually cheating on her, but may deliberately want their relationship to end without Alya asking the reason.

Yes, it's possible that Devan knew first about those who would become half-brothers, so Devan made such a drama.

"Alya, hello, you're not horrifying me anyway?" ask Resta across there.

"Huh? Yes, I was horrified Res," said Alya.

"Lo still want Al's story?"

Alya cringed, does she have to tell her best friend about last night's events?

"Alya! Habits are not answered, I'm waiting for you, if you don't want to tell me again-"

"My relationship is as inspiring as it would not be smooth Res."