The Price of Sainthood
Stupid tears

Alisha packed the last four rolls before arranging them into a box. He took a sling bag and said goodbye to Wanda.

"Mom, Alisha take the cake to Bu Lastri's shop first. I'm resting, yeah. Do not touch the dirty utensils used to make cakes. Don't blow it either. Alisha is not long. Just to Miss Lastri, it's coming home. Today's cake order is already spun."

The long series of messages he conveyed after kissing the back of his mother's hand. While Wanda only smiled gently while shaking weakly because she did not have a gap to interrupt. It was only when Alisha was silent and smiling that she rubbed the top of the princess' head and spoke.

"If all you do alone, then what should I do? Mom's time is just standing still and you're fighting every day with all the work?" Wanda paused for a moment, then smiled gently at Alisha. "Let Mom do a little activity, Alisha. Counting exercise."

"Mom can exercise with a small walk up to the gate" said Alisha. "No need to be too. Alisha doesn't want you to get sick because you haven't recovered properly." The pretty face turned grim as it clasped the mother's hand, then its clear eyes looked at Wanda with a pleading gaze. "Same of Alisha, Mom. For the good of us together."

If this is the case, what else can Wanda do other than nod in agreement. Next, he let go of the princess while waving his hand.

The blazing sunlight at eleven days did not dampen Alisha's spirit to scavenge rupiah. The big ambition to have your own cake shop is potent to be a lighter when the fatigue comes and dims the spirit.

Alisha likes to be busy. It is a great way to get away from loneliness. When lonely, Alisha can only be contemplated lamenting fate. And subconsciously Dante's shadow will appear again, making the sense of tightness come again.

Like the sun loves the earth. He needs to keep his distance so as not to hurt. That's how Alisha chose to leave Dante. He had seen for himself how Dante's life was now much better than his time with him.

Is that what you call love? A sacrifice made secretly. Alisha tried to be sincere even though in reality the sincere feeling was a big lie. Because there is, it all starts from being forced who will become accustomed to it.

Alisha let out a long sigh to neutralize the feeling. While still pedaling the bike he wiped the sweat that condensed on his temple.

Bu Lastri's rice stall is already visible and soon he arrives. Alisha had to put on a face as cheerful as possible so as not to cause a series of questions from the woman who witnessed her friendship with Dante. Even when parking his bike Alisha did not pay attention to the surrounding conditions, where the luxury car worth billions was first parked beautifully on the left side of the shop.

As usual, the atmosphere of the stall this time felt deserted by the arrival of visitors. The customers who are mostly office employees are not out of the workplace. The tail of his eyes caught the two lovebirds sitting eating in the corner of the room. However, Alisha is reluctant to pay attention because she focuses more on her own affairs. The shop owner did not show his nose when he arrived, I don't know what Bu Lastri did back there.

Because in a hurry, Alisha took the initiative to put her own Bu Lastri order cake that she brought. After all, he was used to it. For the payment money, Bu Lastri can give him tomorrow at delivery again.

"Mom, the roll cake has arrived! I put it in a normal place, yeah!" he shouted while staring at the back door of the stall, then walked towards the table to put the cake there.

"Alisha huh?" Bu Lastri's voice sounded faintly from the back of the stall. "Wait a minute!"

Alisha smiled kindly to welcome the arrival of Bu Lastri who was moved.

"Today Miss Lastri ordered four bolus rolls, right? No, I've arranged it on the table" said Alisha while pointing at the table to her left.

"Together, Mom." Alisha nodded. Actually, he wanted to go straight. However, seeing that Lastri was just pecking with a strange look, Alisha undoed her intentions and looked at the woman with a frowning forehead. Moreover, when Lastri's eyes glanced behind him, who inevitably made his head turn to follow the direction of Lastri's view.

Deg.

Alisha's heart pounded. He saw her sitting there. Lunch with his step-sister. He ... the person he wants to see happy.

But, is he really happy to see Dante happy with the others? So why did his heart ache to see Dante treat Lara so sweetly?

"Darling, you try my fried chicken. It tastes good, you know." Dante thrust a spoonful of food towards Lara who was staring at him. While Lara who was held so could only open her mouth and chew her food.

"He'em is delicious" said Lara with a mouth full of food.

"You again?" ask Dante sweetly.

However, Lara who had yet to suppress her food could only shake her head as a form of rejection. The girl then turned to Alisha, where the girl was still standing glued staring bitterly at the romantic scene that Dante deliberately showed.

Until when Lara's voice echoed to say her name, then Alisha realized and dragged from her daydream.

"Al, eat together, yuk," asked Lara.

Alisha stuttered and smiled awkwardly. Shame immediately calls for realizing yourself to be found jealous of the happiness of others. Hurriedly he smiled wryly while shaking his head. He may be able to be between a loved one and his half-sister.

"Thank you a lot, Ra. But sorry I can't. My mother is unwell and is home alone again."

"So your mom is still sick?" Lara asked with a sad face and was replied to a nod by Alisha.

"Yes, Ra. Excuse me first, yeah. Thanks for the invitation."

Without waiting for Lara's answer, Alisha turned around and passed. Without looking back, without even looking at Dante. Why embarrass yourself to look at the young man, anyway Dante did not care about him anymore. Dante has been a stranger since the rejection.

For the umpteenth time, the clear grain fell unsolicited. Those stupid tears for people who don't think they exist. Be ill. So hurt.