Getting Married Due to Misunderstanding
21. How Can?

Portrait of Alisha Adnan

Portrait of Hanzal Adnan (Kakak Alisha and Alesha)

portrait of Mr. Shivan

While I was on the plane, I chose to be quiet. Not even one word came out of my mouth. I really don't have any taste even if I'm just talking. Mr. Shivan was like that too, he was sitting next to me in a thousand languages. After yesterday he revealed all his complaints to me, suddenly the atmosphere became awward.  I'm also lazy to guess if it's true that Mr. Shivan has feelings for me or that I just feel that way.

When the plane was landing, I heard a clear sound of breathing from Mr. Shivan's nose, it seemed he was very relieved when the plane had arrived at the airport. It seems like sitting next to me is a burden that should not be given to her. The man repeatedly sighed violently. A few minutes later, we all got off the plane. My determination is to wear the hijab. And today I also wear an Arab black abaya. I feel like my face that was Turkish turned into an Arab. I wear black pashmina and don't forget I wear slashes with black-and-white slashes. 

I walked in the airport with slow steps. It looks like it has no energy. "Alisha, are you sick?" I shook my head weakly when Mr. Shivan asked like that. Maybe he realized that I looked like a man with no energy. At first I was very excited to go home because I got the first champion. I would love to surprise Mama and Papa.  But all that changes after finding out that Deva is engaged to Shabiya.

From a distance I saw Kak Hanzal standing in a casual suit, black jeans and a long t-shirt folded up to his blue dongker elbow, which was combined with black shoes.  Really charming once. He is not alone, he is accompanied by Azura, Hafizha and Shabiya. And Brother Hanzal brought a bouquet of red roses. What the man does not know, if red roses are intended for couples, not even his sister. His intentions are romantic but fail miserably. Shabiya carried a series of flower necklaces placed on a tray. They were intending to come here at night to pick me up, especially with a bouquet of flowers. I feel like a real athlete.

After my distance was not so far from him, suddenly Brother Hanzal spread out both hands. I smiled happily as I ran and pulled the suitcase. I stopped for a moment to take my hand off the suitcase. After that, I hugged Brother Hanzal's neck. Then, Brother Hanzal carried me while turning my body. "Congratulation, baby." He said then kissed my forehead. What happened to Hazal? his attitude is really strange. I remember rightly, how Brother Hanzal always treated Alesha with all the things that made me envious. Yes how else, my weight at that time reached 80 kilos, while now only 50 kilos. How could Brother Hanzal carry me, whose body will be overstressed by my over fertile body.

"What's with the call, baby? Is there no woman who was made a victim of your keplayboyan again?" many intimidating. I still hugged him. Brother Hanzal just chuckled while pinching my nose. 

"Can't you just call baby to his sister?" 

"By the hell, as long as not in front of his fans Kak Anzal. Can be torn because of misunderstanding. Because they don't know me as your sister, brother." I said. He smiled thinly.

"Sister Anzal? You haven't used that call to brother for a long time." He said remind me. I accidentally called with that call. The childhood call from me, and finally Alesha also followed with the call.

"Rememememember, the last time you used that call, when you were still fertile. Until Brother never carried you because it was not strong." Evidently.

"Forget about my old body" I said, my face turning sour just from discussing the past. I mean, all things related to the past just hurt.

"Shivan?" said Brother Hanzal, it seems like Brother Hanzal knows Mr. Shivan.   I turned my head when Mr. Shivan was standing behind me only about 1 meter away. I immediately removed my hand from Brother Hanzal's neck. 

"Hanzal's? Can we meet here? And never planned to meet?" he said very friendly while shaking hands. Like it wasn't Mr. Shivan. This guy is hard to guess. Sometimes flat, sometimes wavy. 

"You two fit in really well. Alisha, your boyfriend, Han?" his tanyakan made me frown.

"No, Alisha is my sister. You're Alisha's lecturer?" 

"Yes right, yesterday I accompanied Alisha during her time in Turkey. But we have different rooms, even different floors." Clearly, the details of the explanation. 

"Guys it seems like we are not considered," Azura said in a dramatic manner.

"Sorry," I said. I went straight to the four of them. Then Shabiya draped a wreath around my neck. 

"Congratulations, Alisha." Hafizha said with great enthusiasm. 

"That's so bad, you know Al. Where now you wear the hijab again. Pretty, until now we can not recognize you," said Azura too hyperbole.

"It's only been two days, I've missed it. I'm not fit to wear a hijab?" ask them. The three of them only gave two thumbs each.

"Overnight like someone new proposed, same as his dream lover? until his face doesn't stop smiling." I said I was deliberately teasing Shabiya. Shabiya was just a happy smile, until his face was red. Even if my heart hurts when I say that. But amazingly my face can still look fine. And Mr. Shivan was chatting with Mr. Hanzal. 

"Once again I say thank you very much for taking care of Alisha while there." Brother Hanzal said to Mr. Shivan.

"Sama-sama, I just found out that Alisha is with you Han. If you have time to play at home. I'm sure, I'd be very happy if you came to the house." Mr. Shivan said like a real friendly person. While Azura nudged my arm while playing both of her eyebrows. I can guess what Azura said. The length of their friendship allowed me to know what was in their heads. 

'Can't be that different, can it? That's really Mr. Shivan who taught us, right? Or maybe he's his twin?'

Then Mr. Shivan left. Suddenly, Papa came to us. It's really an impossibility that I never thought of and could happen. My eyes are glazed. Dream plans from childhood I want to be loved and considered by my family finally granted. Although not as easy as turning the palm. 

Papa stretched out his hands so I could hug him. Why is the atmosphere melancholy like this. My lips are smiling, but my tears are washing my cheeks. "Papa" I said, hugging Papa. Somehow I suddenly cried on Papa's shoulder. 

"Congratulations baby, why are you crying? It's a bouquet of flowers as much as a gift to you." He said to take off my arms by giving me a bouquet of pink roses and a paper bag containing gifts. I received the two things while still crying without a sound. 

"Thank you Papa." My speech.

"Papa really did not expect, because Papa's daughter could become the main champion in the international championship. Congratulations, dear." Papa said so proud of me. My smile that had been expanding, turned flat. That phrase? I remember exactly who they had to say that sentence to. 

"Alesha, you're so great, baby. My mom is very proud of you. You can definitely defend your champion." Papa said to Alesha at that moment. The memory started coming and running in my head by itself without me wanting. I hate what Alesha got. I also hate something Alesha likes. Whatever Alesha likes, I hate her so much. 

"Realously, Mama is also very proud to have a daughter like you, Alesha." Mama said she was very proud of Alesha. Alesha managed to get the main champion in the IPA Olympics while still sitting in the Junior High School. While I was never elected as any representative in the academic field. I received more non-academic awards. When Alesha got the main champion of the national IPA Olympics, I also got the main champion of pencak silat national level. But the treatment is different. Even Mama and Papa didn't think I existed. I was standing next to them. A bounty? What is a gift. I never got any gifts from Mama or Papa, neither did congratulations. Even though my life is very fulfilled but not my existence is always considered as a shadow. 

"Papa's son and Mama are great, Papa and Mama are very proud to have your daughter, Alesha." They said they were constantly praising Alesha. While I was just silent like a statue. After that I immediately ran away and asked to be delivered by a private driver. In the car I just kept quiet, didn't say anything more. From that moment on, I rarely spoke to anyone. Until I feel a lot of vocabulary talk that I don't know. Even when I want to talk, I'm always excited. Every word I said was unclear, and the people who heard it didn't understand what I said.

Until I finally decided not to talk to anyone. I felt a lot of trauma not from family alone, but also from people around me who always bullied me. Then Ms. Lia took me to the general practitioner, and the doctor convicted me of selective mutism. This disease should be experienced by toddlers, but at the age of 13 I even experienced it.  For about 2 years I had selective mutism. And it made Mama and Papa scold me even more and compare me to Alesha. Then I often take drugs from doctors and therapy to restore confidence and I want to talk again. But it takes a long time.

"Alisha, are you okay?" asked Papa to break my daydream. I nodded without saying any more words. 

"Yaudah, now you go home with Brother Hanzal. I'm sorry, Papa can't bring you home, because Papa has to go to Alesha's hospital." Evidently.

"Alisha? Alesha why?" I'm not so worried. The boy loved going to the hospital. Even he was very much a hobby to the hospital from childhood. He was just a little dizzy going straight to the hospital. 

"Yesterday Alesha was a hit-and-run victim." Obviously Papa. I nodded in understanding.

"Is the wound serious enough?" my many.

"Lumayan, but the doctor handled it well. You don't have to worry." Said Papa.

"Yes, thank you all for picking up Alisha. Excuse me, assalamualaikum." Papa said, we all answered his greetings.  I kissed the back of Papa's hand, then Papa kissed me on my forehead. After that Papa actually left us at the airport. The happiness I longed for, once realized, I could only enjoy it for a moment. Then Hanzal and I also decided to go home to my friends, because it was already night. Actually, 9 o'clock wasn't night enough for me, considering I used to race wildly late into the night. We split up here. Then Brother Hanzal took my arm to the parking lot. 

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Note : 

Selective mutism is a severe anxiety disorder that can make a child 'mute' in certain situations. Symptoms vary, ranging from looking nervous, embarrassed, to looking stiff. To overcome this, doctors can recommend cognitive behavioral therapy to behavioral therapy.