I Only Belong to You
Secret

After graduating from school, Ceta went through the day after day at home. Although he can no longer gather with his friends, but there is also wisdom from this corona pandemic. Every day he enjoyed the cooking of his mother that he always missed. Every day he could joke with his father who always spoiled him. And the greatest wisdom he felt was to see Gibran the idol of the heart every day. Lately, Gibran often visited his house even with his brother Sonya.

Yep.. Gibran lives at home with his brother, both of them in a garment business left by his late parents. They work hand in hand to develop that effort. Gibran was quite reliable in his young age. He became known as a successful young entrepreneur. Together with the two parents Ceta who became the distributor became their increasingly profitable collaboration.

Seeing their closeness made Ceta become astonished. Not infrequently Ceta found those who were talking in his papa's workspace. And of course this invites a big question mark against Ceta.

" Sum...? Ceta can't it?"

"Hmm.. why dear?" mama answered while slicing vegetables preparing lunch for her family at the time.

"What is your relationship with Gibran?" tanya Ceta has a search.

"What's the relationship, son, is your papa normal?"

"Oh, mama, it's not that kind of relationship that Ceta means ma. Ceta also knows papa can't be so, Ceta is proof of this".

"Well... continues?"

"That's a loh.. he means very often Gibran here to our house, but previously not".

"Ooh.you should have any business what Gibran is as papa as that".

"Is that more or less what it means ma?" Ceta started to pout.

"Zzzraaaasshh.." (vegetable sound of dioseng).

"Gibran is join papa ordinary really, if yesterday-yesterday we often video call the same nak Gibran" explained mama.

"Times?" ask Ceta doubtfully.

"Yes.kan this pandemic time mama and papa do not come out we work again, so we can discuss directly here with nak Gibran".

"O. that's it" replied Ceta mangosteen.

"Mama salut loh with nak Gibran, already handsome, pinter, independent again" praise mama proudly.

"So you want to have a mother-in-law to him, ma?" ask Ceta.

" Yes..wanted anyway, but she was afraid she ilfeel same daughter mama this one and only (while glancing at Ceta) already smelly, messy again her hair, sono gih shower.." mama told her son.

" Mama aah that" whined Ceta while turning her mouth but still stepping her foot back to her room to take a bath.

Not how long did the sound of the door on the knock. Bi Mimin rushed to open the door and looked the beautiful face of the life spirit enhancer who stood on the doorstep with a soulful smile.

"Please enter den Gibran" said bi Mimin friendly.

Gibran simply answered the aunt's greeting with a nod of his head. Gibran again visited the house for the umpteenth time. After giving a nod and a sweet smile greeted the mother Gibran then entered the workspace papa Ceta.

"Sit down." - Papa Ceta, as soon as he saw Gibran shut the door.

The young man was sitting on the sofa which was not far from his desk. Papa put some files in his hand and then walked over and sat down on the sofa to Gibran.

"So how?" ask papa.

"It's been o'm." replied Gibran succinctly.

"Wow.. cepet yes".

"Alhamdulillah om".

"What is the predicate?" back papa asked.

"Well... really salute to you". Papa patted Gibran on the shoulder a proud sign.

"So are you ready?"

"So what's possible?" Gibran asked back.

"Bhaha..." Papa's laughter broke the silence. The old man was bearded with a big smile. "Beneer om like your style" said papa.

"Thank you, but not the compliment I expected" Gibran replied smiling as he looked at the father.

"Yes... Yep.. Yes., please wait" replied papa casually.

"The next month, the faster the better. Is it not a problem, om?"

"Yeah young people today, yes, they always want to be fast. No problem, the business ahead can still be rearranged. Well. can you do it while reaching the ideals" said the papa asked.

"Can om., I will not forbid it. Instead I am very supportive" Gibran replied firmly.

"Ok 3 months again, precisely the beginning of the month so it is not too sudden" said papa.

"Ready om" Gibran replied without hesitation with a smile. There was a hint of relief on his face, after a quite serious talk to the middle-aged man. They then talk casually back to discuss the business they do.

*****

Meanwhile, somewhere else.

"Call..."

"Assynoltom... "

"Wa"charm..."

"Don't say yes, I'll be done".

"Why? What's up?"

"Holden me first" said the caller across the street who was heard to catch his breath and let him out slowly.

The telephone paner swallowed as if there was something he was going to hear and this was not an easy matter. His forehead creased and his mind began to restlessly wait for what the girl who was calling him would say.

"I'm sorry, I can only let you down. (as soon as his words came to a halt and he heard slowly sobs being held back), with a heavy heart I had to end our relationship. Abah wants me to marry the man of her choice. It turns out I've been betrothed without me knowing ". Clearly the girl across there with a trembling voice crying as a little tekech described the raging condition of her heart.

Deg, the receiver's heart suddenly felt tight that was very approaching. His breathing roared, his heart began to fall apart, his tongue was twisted and his mouth was locked, speechless. Tears began to pool in her eyes, she swiftly looked up so that the tears did not spill over her cheeks. Slowly he began to catch his breath, clear his mind and try to calmly respond to the tempest that had just befallen him.

"Can't your decision be changed again?"

"I'm sorry Yugi. If I could, I don't want us to end up like this either. I.. I.. (his words began to hold) hiks...hiks....hiks..I have been put under the room" said with an unstoppable cry.

Yugi's heart breaks lanta, he sits limp on his bed. There was hope that he had been building all this time. The struggle and sacrifice to get the heart of Rossa is now only a memory that he has not long carved . Yugi braced his heart trying to respond as calmly as possible, arranging words so as not to hurt Rossa's more fragile heart.

"That's it. Don't cry. Maybe it was fate, I couldn't promise anything either. I'm not ready to apply for you yet, because well.you also know we just finished school. Maybe he's better than me because he's better equipped to give you happiness. I am quite aware and do not want to be selfish, because I have not become anything and certainly can not be happy you completely. Learn to accept her, and nurture your love and affection slowly. And may you always be happy Ross. Is this what caused you to go home first?" yugi said at length with a sad voice holding back the feeling that was so raging in his heart.

" Yes.. hiks.. hiks.. sorry, hiks... sorry and goodbye. Tut's.. Tut's.. Tut's.. "

The voice of the phone across there was heard to have been cut off, like a relationship that was just cut off.

# 😊 so long ga ng and think so tired. There are still many writing errors yes, please understand😂.