The Marriage Of The Game
53 - Accident

..."Some people will certainly leave our lives, but that is not the end of our story, but rather the end of their role in our life story."...

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Aleta was sitting quietly at a bus stop, her mind was far away 15 years ago when she was still with her mother, but at the age of 7 years, she was still alive, Aleta heard from one of the workers at home, that her mother was hanging herself in the bathroom.

Since the departure of his mother, the attitude of the father is increasingly uncontrollable especially all the media crew continue to arrive at the Emir family residence, just to simply interview the family left without any sense of condolence.

The news seekers continue to accuse, if the death of his mother caused by one of the men who threatened the peace of his life and that is why his mother suffered acute depression until finally the mother committed suicide. Since then the problem began to arrive, the father was fired from his position due to manipulating company funds.

He became a fugitive after being in debt with Emilio's family, and the Emir left Aleta at the Orphanage on the pretext of picking him up after work, but never the slightest nose was seen to pick up the child who often waited for him at the door.

Aleta lowered her head, hiding her cries so as not to be seen by people who were passing through the sidewalk. From a distance, someone was monitoring him.

Yeah, Damar's been following Aleta since her return from an appointment with Mr. Edward. He tracks Aleta's whereabouts from a cell phone, knowing the point where Aleta is not at home, Damar immediately goes to his current location.

Damar has also learned that Aleta has just met the Emir, despite not hearing the conversation between the two, but he believes that Aleta is really working with the father to destroy his life after successfully killing both parents Damar.

"You can never destroy me because I will destroy you first!"

Damar murmured that Aleta was glaring with a cruel look, the words that she uttered in her heart were not playful, Damar was determined and earnest.

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Aleta got on the bus and immediately sat down while leaning her head against the window of the public vehicle. His eyes and mind were empty, he no longer noticed or heard the whispers of the passengers who were talking to other passengers. I don't know what they're talking about, Aleta doesn't care.

Right beside the bus, Damar continued to follow. Sometimes the man watched her from behind the car window. Staring with a sharp and meaningful gaze, but who got the gaze did not turn her head in the least towards him.

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Aleta stepped slowly towards a burial place with a white rose in her hand. It felt like he had never again set foot in the mother's final resting place, after the events of the past.

The white rose he placed just above the navel of the tomb after arriving. For a moment Aleta was silent while looking at the embedded tombstone, she spoke in silence before finally sitting next to the tomb while leaning her head on the tombstone.

"How are you, Mother? sorry I was late for a visit. I brought you your favorite white roses and some drinks for our friend to talk to."

Aleta took out 2 small glasses and one bottle of alcoholic drink, then she poured the water into 2 glasses and drank it after toasting with the shadows of his hallucinations.

"I thought you were stronger than me, but the truth is I was stronger. You just gave up without saying goodbye, even you showed me your death." Aleta chuckled, laughing at her mother's stupidity.

"Your life won't stop here just because you want to give up! you remember that? the words that I hear so often from your mouth, you talk to me so I can't give up, but why did you break the words?" connect Aleta with a slightly raised tone because of annoyance.

"I once hated you and maybe even until this moment the hatred will still be the same. My happiness was lost after your departure, you left me such a painful wound. I hate you but my love for you is bigger. I want to forget everyone in those dark times, but you present who are now adding even deeper wounds!" aleta continued to raise her voice while spending a few glasses of alcoholic beverages.

"I hate being born Aleta, living as Aleta just makes me uncomfortable."

Aleta's cry exploded in front of the tomb of the Mother, no longer strong to withstand the problems of her life that alternately came. He even had a chance to choke because he continued to drink alcohol that he had spent 3 full bottles.

"Can you help me, Mother!" his screams sobbed as he patted the chest that felt tight.

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Damar watched from a distance and found Aleta crying and screaming there. He refused to come, no longer wanting to care about his cries. To him the cries and screams of Aleta were just a series of plays composed with her father.

Damar's car drove back when he saw Aleta who was now leaving the funeral. He followed behind while staring at Aleta from the car. Unbalanced footsteps with body movements, making Aleta difficult to walk properly.

Even occasionally Aleta almost hit a lamp post standing beside the road, due to the fatigue that spread in her head the effects of drunkenness caused by drinking 3 bottles of alcohol.

Aleta looks like a crazy person, stirring up some hate words, singing in a raucous voice to move her body as if following the rhythm of music that turned out to be just a hallucination.

The twilight that had changed the night made all the street lights turn on followed by the crowds of pedestrians who were about to go to one place, but not for Aleta who actually stepped indeterminate direction, not necessarily direction, he kept going despite not knowing where he was going at the moment.

Arriving when the crossing lights are green, Aleta stepped arbitrarily on the zebra cross without the slightest fear with a passing car while honking in front of her.

Seen from a distance a freight truck drove quickly, not realizing Aleta was still in the middle of the zebra cross. Everyone watching Aleta kept yelling at her not to be there, because it was too dangerous.

Until he arrived where the truck was almost approaching, he was still half conscious and did not hear the loud horn of the truck, until Aleta was thrown quite far away.

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