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...PoV Syahdu Larasati's...

The long journey has already been passed. But not infrequently my memory returned to the place where I lost my grandmother and also Wicak. My heart was broken when it could not be described. Losing an extraordinary person in my life, broke my spirit. I almost wanted to end my life. I would no longer be in the world if it were not for Arga who kept persuading me to hold his hand.

I looked at the fingers that were now holding me. Arga, she's asleep on my shoulder. The man who helped me became my lover. Funny, I never thought this would happen.

Arga moved, confirming his sleeping position. He must be exhausted from this long journey. He stayed only two days in the village and eventually returned to the big city because of his waiting job.

I was so stunned by his earnestness to me. Arga talked to Mommy alone, without me. I was wondering exactly what made Mother shed tears as she came out of the kitchen room after talking to Arga. Mother hugged me tightly and said that she was very happy if I married Arga.

I was full and Arga just smiled at me. What did the man say to Mother? Until now, Arga kept it a secret.

Arga also persuaded Mommy, Adit, and Tari to come with us. He also told me that he would build a home for Mommy, looking for a way for Mommy to come along. Dari and Adit are happy. Moreover, Arga will send them high. But, my mother refused it. He could not leave the village he had lived in for decades. Mommy also does not prohibit Adit and Tari from joining. Of course I welcome them. Moreover, Dance, she was very happy to hear that.

It's just, last night Adit canceled it. He said he could not leave Mother Nani alone. Hearing that, Tari also thought the same. Only the two of them were the only children left. If they come with me, then Mother is alone.

I let out a breath. I turned my gaze to the window, staring at the clouds that were clumping under the plane. I would be very happy if they all came with me. I'm gonna miss them. I'll go back there often. Luckily, I bought Dance a cell phone for us to communicate and tell each other.

I looked up as Arga raised his head. He's yawning. Makes me feel funny with his random hair and sleepy face.

"What time is this, baby?"

I showed her my watch so she could see it for herself.

"Ah, because of Ibra shit, my neck hurts."

"Whispering. And nyampe too." Sewot Ibra next to Arga.

Well, Arga wanted to buy first class tickets. Then somehow Ibra ordered economy class, upsetting Arga to death.

"You're sleeping again. There's still half an hour." Saying to him.

"You're not sleeping?"

I shook my head and Arga put his head on my shoulder.

"Eh, Du. I want to take lots of photos of Arga over there. You can tell him not to, so as not to spread the photos?"

"Let's just, anyway." Arga's voice remains in position.

"Yes, I'll tell him."

Arga raised his head again, facing towards me.

"Don't you say, if you know I'm from him, huh?"

I nodded, confirming his words.

"I should have loved her a lot of gifts. It's a pity there ain't no fancy stuff."

"Find you he's so happy, Ga."

"So he wants, after graduating from High School, he is free to choose a college anywhere. Tell him, yes. I have to thank him for liking me. If not, maybe you won't come back to me."

I smiled and then nodded. "Make it yes, Ga. I'll tell him later."

"He was happy when I said that he already took my sister and could freely show off the photos that we had taken together. Let him show off to the friends who once insulted him."

"Hm. He said his friends all had mobile phones and often went to town to shop and download all my songs and photos. He's the only one who can't do that. So, I let him take a picture of me, as well as a videotape of us singing together, so that his friends are envious." Arga then chuckled.

Ah, I don't know Dance like that. He never told me that. Wh why? Is it because we don't want to be overwhelmed? Then, it's not like he's going to town too often, is it? Who was he in the same city, huh? Is that why he's taking me to both cities? Is it because it's coming home from the city her face is pouting?

I hope not anymore. I bought him a cell phone and there were also a lot of pictures of him and Arga. He must be really happy now, right?

"Dear." Arga stroked my hair.

"Our hair is almost the same length, yes. Did I cut it short? Ntar people if we see we can not differ which one is a girl, which is a guy."

I chuckle at hearing it. "Still lengthening me a little."

Arga still stroked my hair, now moved to my cheeks and looked at me so closely.

"It's so pretty, my wife-to-be."

A blushhh! Hearing that from Arga why it feels like flying, yes. I closed my cheeks that were definitely flushed at this moment.

"Kiss, can't."

"Heh, you know the place, dong!" Sewot Ibra from next door in a voice that almost whispered.

"Dih, what the hell lo. Talking to lovers. Not knowing yourself. Or do you want to, do I kiss?"

"Snurvy, Jamet!"

I laughed when I heard it. Ibra also nagged at length on Arga and told him to sleep alone so as not to make a commotion along the way in the cabin.

Shortly, we arrived at the airport. Arga took my hand wearing a mask and a hat. If anyone recognizes him, he doesn't care he said. Because we're getting married. Everyone will know even if Ibra still holds him back from going public before next week's schedule is complete. He was worried about affecting the viewing rating later.

But thankfully, even arriving at the car no one seemed to recognize him. But Arga, he's back after getting in the car. Too bad, he must be so tired.

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I was sitting on the couch turning on the television. Last night Arga took me to Oma's house to talk about our marriage. So, I'm waiting for him right now because Arga is still filling out the show. He said in ten minutes he'd be done and pick me up. But this...

I glanced at the wall clock. It's been forty minutes, Arga hasn't even come and hasn't even contacted me.

Why, huh? Is it stuck in traffic? Let me wait a minute. Maybe he had an impromptu interview or something. I don't really understand the world of artists either.

I pressed the remote until I found the right show to watch. Well, the rumors about the artist apparently. I don't know who's performing there, I don't know. Because hiding in the village makes me less updated.

Then the news turned to one of the singers whose name I knew. Arga. I was shocked when I saw a photo of Arga with a woman on a bed wearing super mini clothes. And the photo was uploaded by the girl who was being rumored to have a relationship with Arga.

Just sec. I understand that the artist world is so, there are always rumors. But this is Arga. The picture is so close to the bed? Is this part of his job? If it's a job, why haven't I seen it on the internet?

'True yourself, I never have gossip with any girl to be accused of not being normal.'

Arga's words are ringing in my ears. Ja. I believe in Arga. But I need an explanation from him. Because the girl posted a photo with a sentence that made me suspect Arga.

Arga where? I called her, but she was inactive. God fucking. I want to cry, not strong to see the photos that finally spread on the internet freely. I clasped my phone firmly and tried to calm down before listening to it directly from Arga.

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