Forced Marriage Alea
PPA 50# Stay in a Hotel

Tears welled up in Alea's eyes. Melt just flowed down her cheeks. He did not realize that Ravka's kindness lately was only because of his self-pity. Even Ravka intends to let go. Though he had just imagined a better future for his marriage, but unfortunately it was just a mere wishful thinking. He again squeezed his chest that felt painful piercing the heart.

O Allah, have you not granted my do'a-do'a? Gave me the chance to achieve my dreams. Besides, Mas Ravka and his family don't fuck me anymore. But why is it painful now? - Alea said in her tears.

Spiritlessly, Alea dragged her feet to return to her room. I don't think he can look at Ravka for now. He did not want Ravka to be able to read his heart through a face that he could never cover. The face that often says, like a window that opens wide. It is easy to see what the inside is like.

"Darling, what's wrong with you?" dilla asked over to Alea as the girl crossed the living room about to return to her room.

"Mama," Alea hurriedly wiped away the tears welling up in her two eyes.

"Why you, baby? Just tell Mama that you have a problem" said Dilla, pulling Alea's hand into her hand.

"Al's fine, Ma," Alea replied confusedly looking for a reasonable answer as an excuse.

"Is it okay to cry?" ask Dilla again.

"Al just remembered the same old man Al, Ma. Al kangen house. Can Al go home to Auntie's?"

"If you need a vacation, Mama will tell Ravka to take you on vacation wherever you want. How's it?"

"Al just wants to go home to Auntie's, can Ma?" asked Alea in a clear tone. Right now he just wanted to avoid Ravka. How could Dilla actually provide a choice of vacation with her husband?

"Of course you can, Al. But are you sure you want to go home to your aunt? How about Mama take a walk?" Dilla tried to persuade.

"You got a problem with Ravka?" dilla asked when she did not get an answer from Alea. The middle-aged woman was worried that her daughter-in-law was at odds with her son.

"No Ma. Al ga there's nothing wrong with Mas Ravka. Al just misses home,"

"All right then. How long are you going to be home?"

"Just two days, Ma. Sunday afternoon Al was coming back here" Alea replied with a small smile on her lips.

"alright sweetheart. But let Mr. Dito drive you well, son,"

"Alright, Ma," Alea replied quickly. The sooner he avoids Ravka the better. So whatever her mother-in-law suggested Alea would follow as long as she could get out of this house immediately.

"You be careful, baby. Remember not to stay long at your aunt's house, go home soon. If you need anything, just tell Mama" Dilla said, patting Alea's hand gently in her hand, before releasing the hand of the girl to let go of the daughter-in-law who began to love her like her own child.

There was, in fact, a troubling worry that the girl would be gone forever from her home. He had not treated Alea as he should. He wants to be given a chance to right his wrongs early in Alea and Ravka's marriage. However, he believed that the girl could not lie. He will definitely return to this house tomorrow as promised.

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Alea sat contemplating inside the car Dito was driving. He did not really want to go back to his aunt's house. He only said to his mother-in-law to be allowed out of the house for a while. But honestly it was very unlikely for him to return to his Uncle and Aunt's house, considering that there must be Farash there. It'll further complicate matters if he meets Farash. Until now he has not told the truth to the man.

The girl finally decided to stay at the hotel for a while. Calm down until she can set her heart to meet her husband.

"We're not going to Villa Garden Housing, Non? Mother said I was told to take Non Alea there," asked dito in surprise.

"Ga sir. We'll just go to Labera Hotel. But please don't tell Mama anything, sir. Don't tell me Mr. Dito drove me to the hotel" Alea said, pleading with the driver who had been driving Alea around a lot.

"Neither Non," said Dito did not want to interfere with his employer's problems. After all his job is to take his employer to the destination safely. The rest he doesn't need to know.

Alea reached for her phone, looking for Ravka's number stored in the phone's memory. She sent her husband an apology message for leaving the house without asking permission. She also said she would return tomorrow, so her husband wouldn't have to look for her.

But maybe Mas Ravka won't find me or lose me. So what exactly did I convince her that I would be back soon - Alea pouted after sending her husband a message.

The girl then tapped on her phone. Look at the names on that phone. Not much memory is stored there. He doesn't have many close friends. There are only a few high school friends who are not related to each other. There are also friends during college who are not too close. He finally pressed a button that showed the name of someone he could always count on to accompany him in the run.

"Hallo," said the voice across there like he was not focused on receiving a phone call from Alea.

"Assalamualaikum, Io"

"Waalaikumsalam, Brother Alea," answered his voice across the country who had just realized who was contacting him. "What's up, brother? tumben Brother call at this hour?"

"I'd like to ask you to please, can you tonight?"

"Where are you?"

"At the road to the hotel,"

"When to the hotel?" kania's startled cry made Alea keep the phone away from her ear.

"I'm just running bad at home again,"

"Sir Al ga why, right?" asked Kania with a worried tone.

"Ga really. Brother ga why-not. Just need some refreshing,"

"Yaudah, sister shareloc. I will be followed there. I'm still in college, there are a few things I have to do before I get there. Brother Al wait for me, okay?!" Kania emphasized her voice as she asked Alea to wait for her.

"Okay. Whatsapp sister will be your place. Asaalamualaikum," Alea closed her phone call.

"Waalaikumsalam," answered Kania's voice from across the street.

Alea then threw her gaze at the scenery out there. I don't know why he likes to watch the road when the car is driving. It is far beyond the horizon.