The Marriage Of The Game
30 - The House of Love

..."At some point you'll realize that the world doesn't just offer a happy life to anyone."...

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Aleta closed the door of the room tightly upon her return from Damar's room. Sitting limp at the end of the bed, his heart was racing and his legs were shaking quite violently. Fear rose above his head after he was caught off guard by Damar.

Not wanting to think about the incident that had just happened, Aleta gradually lay on the bed and covered her entire body with a blanket thick.

"Stupid...stupid! how can you be so caught off guard? shit, I hope he doesn't suspect me." Aleta cursed herself.

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While Damar is reluctant to chase after her, he immediately checks his phone that Aleta had touched. Fortunately, Damar does not know the purpose of Aleta taking his phone and he also does not realize that his photo has just been replaced by Aleta.

"Is that how bored he is? to play the phone without my permission. It's a good thing he can't open it, because I locked it with a finger print." Mumbles Damar.

Damar put his phone back on while looking at the invitation card tucked between the sleeping lights. He picked it up and read the invitation letter.

The invitation coming from the 'House of love' home'. Kemal, the owner of the home invited Damar as a regular donor to be able to attend social services. The names Damar and Aleta are listed on the invitation sheet.

"It seems like a good idea, I'll take him back to where he came from, so I can figure out the secret he's currently keeping with the old rascal." Inner Damar.

He devises a plan to get answers about the Emir's whereabouts, Aleta's father. He thought carefully before contacting Erick to help him with the plan.

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Noon at 13:55 Aleta was still paddling the word— refused to come with her. He did not want to return to a place that witnessed the bitter story of his life, after decades he promised he would no longer set foot in the orphanage.

But in fact his promise was forced to break, due to a man who deliberately brought old wounds to come to meet Aleta. Even though he refused hundreds of times, Damar would never hear it.

Now that they were on their way to the home, Aleta fell silent even though inside she continued to rebel violently. Amidst the distortion of discordant tones, Damar warns Aleta, so as not to make a rowdy event like that.

"Be nice in front of them and don't make a fuss there! you're always a hassle," said Damar multimatum.

His heart weakened resignedly did not reply to Damar's words, his eyes netra staring at the road from behind the car window. His mouth was silenced after Damar had never heard of his antipathy.

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The car stops right at the door, Erick goes down first intending to open the door for both. The arrival of Damar and Aleta was warmly welcomed by Kemal, although his friendly attitude was only a falsehood.

"How are you, Mr. Damar and Ms. Aleta?" greet Kemal while pulling the right corner of his lips.

"Okay, you're on your own!" reply Damar pleasantries.

"As you can see, I'm good at walking with this stick." It was clear while showing the stick in front of Aleta.

While Aleta only turned her face since she set foot, reluctant to see the face of Kemal who was very hypocritical. He remembered very well, how the nature of Kemal who pretended to be friendly in front of donors while his true nature was really evil and sadistic.

"Why is your wife silent?" tanya Kemal watches Aleta.

"Maybe my wife, is recalling the good memories here." Damar answered, looking at the two, so that Aleta's secret began to be revealed.

"Oh so! all right, if Mrs. Aleta is willing, with pleasure, I will help you repeat all those memories" he said grinning as he pressed down at the end of the sentence.

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Her footsteps were hard to ask her to stop. The imprinted memory seemed to weaken the speed of his steps, the reality that was now facing him seemed to turn into a disaster.

Aleta held onto the wall while holding onto her claustrophobic chest. All of his memories re-enacted and left a trace of deep trauma.

"Miss, all right?" asked Erick who was walking behind him at the time.

Aleta bowed followed by a sweat that fell as hard as she could, before she fell weakly on the cold tile.

Erick was stunned to see Aleta who suddenly collapsed in front of him. The man also had time to call Aleta repeatedly, to resuscitate himself.

Damar and Kemal who stepped first, immediately turned the body— saw Aleta fell weakly there. Damar rushed over and saw Aleta with a pale face and her whole body was covered in cold sweat.

"What's going on?" ask Damar to panic.

"I don't know, suddenly Miss fell!" erick replied worriedly.

"Come, bring Mrs. Aleta to the room." Tawar Kemal directs the room space.

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Aleta blinked slowly— stared at the sky roof with a blank mind. He again fell silent not to say a word, even though Damar asked his current condition. The man looked panicked at his condition which was often unconscious all of a sudden.

"You're sober?" ask Damar, "You're okay, right?" ask again.

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Damar sighed. "I'll stay here until NaCL's saline liquid runs out." Rigorously.

Aleta's hand was infused by the lack of fluid in her body, lucky Doctor who was a guest in the social service there, handled it quickly so as not to make her condition worse.

"I realized, where anger is free and crying is free." Say the lyrics Aleta.

Damar turned his head towards him, hearing Aleta's words clearly despite the sound of grief. He believes if the speech is fixed on him, although the net eye Aleta does not turn towards him.

"Please leave me alone." Pinta Aleta no longer looks at Damar.

Damar stood up from his seat. "All right, I'm waiting outside." Reply before stepping out.

Aleta turned her head, looking at the back of Damar who was disappearing from her sight. The silence became a silent witness to the sound of her cries being held back. He spills all the anxiety that is in his mind, although not all separated.

Scratch by scratch ink creates meaningful rhymes. He tried to express his sadness, but could not use a voice, tried to tell a story, but no longer wanted with tears.

How he let out a sense of sadness mixed with disappointment, so as not to be depressed by the mental. Even screaming and crying did not also make the shock of his soul disappear.

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Damar stood staring at the door of the room while staring at Aleta from the window. He heard and witnessed how Aleta tried to endure her sadness, so as not to be heard by anyone.

Although he did not know more clearly what sadness Aleta felt, but he could judge from the look of his face that the cry really came from the bottom of his heart.

"Don't pretend to be okay, don't pretend you're not sick. I know you're hiding it." Mumbles Damar.

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