For Hendra had been giving up about his intention to marry me, I could calmly prepare my wedding with Aldo. If their daughter’s word could not change Dad and Mom’s mind, then there was only one word from Hendra could stop their effort to persuade me to marry that rich man.
When his disappointing face popped up in my mind, I quickly shook my head. He was not worthy the sympathy. He deserved the pain after the suffer he caused in other’s life. Mine, for example.
Fall in love? Good intention? He needed to learn more about love meaning and how to appreciate other’s romance relationship. He could not claim his feeling was the only truth and do everything to get what he wanted. Love had two ways. If he thought that he could marry me and be happy just because he loved me, he was wrong. He could only find happiness if the woman he loved loved him, too.
My heart was beating so fast when the bus was getting near the destination. That evening, my boyfriend and I would spend the Saturday night together. Last Saturday we were having dinner while we were enjoying the city fair. At this moment, I wanted to watch one of the movies that playing in the theater. He would love the movie. It was an action and suspense movie.
I smiled as I remembered the first time he knew that I was not a romance movie fan, but on the other side, I asked him to be romantic. What else could I do? Even though I loved suspense, I was still a woman who adored romance in real life.
Yep. It had decided! Tonight we were going to watch a movie and then having dinner in one of my favorite restaurants. What happened today needed to celebrate. Hendra would not interfere in our relationship again. I needed a strategy to convince Dad and Mom to approve us. We had to marry as soon as possible. Who knew, that arrogant man could change his mind at any time and come to propose again.
I used to come to Aldo’s rent room, so I could get in without permission. They who passed by smiled at me. I usually gave a little time to say hi and talk with them, but that time I rushed to his room upstairs. With a cheerful heart, I jumped every rung. From the edge of the stairs, I could see the door of his room. However, the scene I saw there made me freezing.
Aldo stood with his back at me. In front of him was a woman standing so close with her face almost touched him. My boyfriend’s hands were around her waist. Her eyes that were closed, slowly opened. She looked at me. I was sure I saw a satisfied smile on her face.
She closed her eyes again and her hands wrapped around his nape. Her fingers were all over his hair tip. She purposefully turned their heads, so I could see clearly that they were kissing. Her lips on his lips.
Like something punched me so hard on the face, I took a step backward. I closed my eyes, not want to see the scene. I took a step back, and another step until I reached the downstairs. I did not wait to run out of the house. My chest was nearly exploding, my breath was shallow, and my eyes were warmer. I stopped running and tried to take a breath, the long one, to calm my tension. But I failed.
My feet took the lead. They were walking away from the house. My face was wet with tears that could not stop streaming down my cheeks. My chest was hurt I did not know how to make it breath easily again. My heart was beating so fast hurting my chest.
It was painful to see my love, my boyfriend, cheating on me with another woman. We had never been kissed. That was because Aldo wanted to do it when we were announced as husband and wife. I did not mind for I respected our relationship which more than just touching or kissing.
But what I just saw? He kissed another woman. I wanted to give my first kiss for him, I still kept the commitment until this second. What did he do? He was kissing another woman. Another woman! He even enjoyed it. Why? Was that because she was more attractive than I? Was she having sensual attraction more that I have in me? Could it be he did not kiss me because he never liked me? Or could it be that all the time we were together, his love was fake and insincere?
We had been together for seven years. Seven amazing years! Did I read it wrong? Did I misread his attitude toward me? Was I the one who really loved him but he did not feel the same? Was that why he almost gave up trying to convince my parents to give their blessing? Oh, God. I even was willing to marry him with or without my parents’ blessing. How naïve I was for thinking that love was everything in this life. For thinking, that Aldo really loved me.
What should I do? If I had to end up everything with him, my chest hurt. But staying together after what he did, I could not bear it. That scene would always follow and haunt our relationship. I forgave him, I would. However, I was not sure I could forget it.
Seeing the situation around me, I blinked. I was far away from that house. My feet hurt for walking too far. There was a bus stop in front of me. I walked there and waited for the bus. I was lucky, when I got into the bus, there was some vacant seats in it.
The night was coming when I arrived at home. Dad, Mom, and Zach would be in the dining room for having dinner. They would not know that I was home this soon. They knew that I always spent my Saturday night with Aldo. But tonight, I just wanted to lay on my bed. Crying all night, if I needed to, to ease the pain. Sleeping was the only cure that always worked to heal my broken heart.
“Ara, what have happened to you?” Mom panicky asked as I opened the door. She ought to see the tears on my face. “Honey, have we talked too harsh this afternoon?”
“Ara, listen,” Dad said as I closed the door.
“Don’t say anything, Dad.” I lifted both of my hands to beg him not to say anything at all. “I will marry him. Just prepare everything you need for your dream wedding.”
Dad and Mom widened their eyes. They looked at each other without words. I did not wait for their response. I quickly walked to my room and locked the door. My life was over. My love was done. I did not care about what would happen in my life. I even did not care with whom I was going to marry and spend my life with. The most important thing was I could live in peace again.
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