The Price of Sainthood
Who is wrong, who is angry

As the pain of loss, life will go on. What is lost, let it disappear. If he was destined to be yours, then he would definitely find a way to go home. Because losing is not just about being no longer there, but about being there but not feeling, or being present but no longer together.

Finally we got to the point of meeting but not greeting each other. It was close but like not knowing each other.

Astounded. That's how Dante felt when they collided on campus this morning. Dress up the style of a city girl and accompanied by a girl who called her miss.

Missy?

Inner Dante immediately wondered curiously. Why is she called Miss? Could he be the son of the sultan overnight? Or maybe there's a striped-nose guy who's willing to give it up?

Ah shit! Because of his presence I have to pretend to be friendly to Lara. I let lara pinch this arm spoiled.

One strong determination that makes me willing to go crazy for being a young man, is to make Alisha regret giving me rejection and make this heart broken.

Could it be that this was real, or just my self-confidence when I discovered that there was still love in his eyes. The uncomfortable attitude when I was with Lara, which I believed was jealousy. Unfortunately Alisha is too smart to master the situation. He was acting normal and as if he was fine, but I'm sure he had a wound. The gaping wound.

It turns out my surprise didn't get there. I went back to see Alisha at the Lara family residence.

"Alisha, not pa-pa, Ma." As soon as the girl confronted Helena earlier.

The mama? What else is this? Could he be Aunt Helena's bastard with another man? Or maybe the son that Om Narendra brought from his previous wife? Even if the two decide to adopt a child, why should Alisha be the choice? Alisha is a night butterfly. Are there not other orphans who are still babies to raise? And again I can only wonder in silence.

"Dante, eat with yuk." Ask Helena to recover Dante from his daydream. The young man turned to Helena, then shook his head weakly.

"False, Aunt. But sorry I can't. I was with Lara having lunch in the cafeteria, and now papa is waiting. Next time I'll eat here."

Lara and Helena smiled at the same time. Of course the hearts of both were made to melt by the polite demeanor that a Dante showed. Helena immediately approached and rubbed Dante's sturdy back gently.

"No pa-pa, Dante. You guys have lunch too. But promise you, yes, next time eat here," Helena said full of demands. His right finger pointed at Dante.

"Surely, Aunt." Dante replied steadily. And of course with a friendly smile.

"Yes, go home there. Don't make your papa wait long" Helena said.

"False, Aunt. I'll take care of it." Dante turned around after kissing Helena's back. Unfortunately the young man forgot to say goodbye to Lara. Lara who had put on her sweetest smile was disappointed because she did not get the attention of her beloved.

"Dam." It's a wonder, but it's Dante.

***

Dante shook his head weakly after a while. I don't know what he did this for? Lying if he understands the luxury of the building. His papa's house is even grander than this. Is it possible for the sake of the girl who just lived there? I don't know. This is a futile act.

Dante again corrected his seat and prepared to start the car engine. However, when he turned his head back for a moment to make sure, suddenly the tail of his eyes caught an appearance. He returned the view and was transfixed by the sight.

Over there. On the second floor. On a balcony he believed it was a room.

Suddenly his heart was beating fast. That's her girl. The girl was pensively alone, unaware of the existence here.

"Alisha." Wirily, Dante's lips passed the name. There was a strange crunch every time he looked at her. Very soothing. It even made him suddenly forget how to blink how.

Unknowingly, Dante's lips revealed a smile. Those eyes looked up there full of piety. No one saw. No one will know. He does not need to keep the image to see the beautiful face linger.

The girl with the tank top looked more graceful than usual. He was holding a balcony guardrail. Occasionally, she would occasionally turn her hair nicely back. Very charming.

Suddenly the sound of a knock on the car windshield ripped Dante from the beauty. He was aghast, then moved quickly down the windshield of his car. A man dressed in scurity immediately greeted him with a squeak on his forehead.

"Well, long by the side of the road? Was stalking the house huh!" The man asked firmly while pointing at Lara's house.

Dante followed the man's direction and realized something. Maybe the security guard of the elite housing complex thinks he has bad intentions.

Gosh darn. He was caught stalking.

"No, Sir. I'm getting a call from a friend. So I pulled the car over and stopped. Don't you know who I am?" Dante asked back and it made the security immediately rotate the eyeball like remembering.

"The one that usually takes Miss Lara?"

"That knows." Dante slightly raised the intonation of his voice, acting as if he did not accept it. "I'm the future daughter-in-law of the family, sir. I may have bad intentions!"

"Oh, sorry, Mas. I'm just running errands to keep the environment safe." The man said regretfully.

"Other times look around, sir. Don't get the wrong target!"

"Sorry, Mas. Sorry." Scurity put her hands in front of her chest.

Still upset, Dante runs his car without a word. However, after a long distance, then he laughed loudly. Who is wrong, who is angry.