The Price of Sainthood
Almost shed tears

Silent. For a moment the chatter was interrupted even though the four people consisting of two young men and two young women had now sat together around the same table. All four of them are both silent and some of them even deliberately throw their eyes away.

"Sepi, yes. Come on dong, eat the meatballs. Don't be taken. This canteen meatball is notoriously delicious, youh." Marcel finally opened his voice and started the conversation. In order to get rid of uncomfortable situations, he remains cheerful and friendly to everyone. A smile was clearly printed on his marble face as he looked at one by one of them while pulling the bowl in front of him to stir slowly. So, inevitably the others also participate even with a rowdy movement and awkward smile.

However, things were different, Lara pointed out. The girl looked happy with the condition that was trapping them now.

"So, you're Alisha's half-sister?" Marcel finally made sure to ask Lara who was sitting in front of him. The girl who was pouring sweet soy sauce into her meatball bowl smiled thinly while nodding steadily.

"Yep," he said briefly.

"It could be, yeah." Marcel smiled in disbelief. "It looks like you're the same age. And it looks like you guys are getting along very well. Do your mama-mama also live with your papa?" He paused his question for a moment. However, after seeing Alisha's expression that looked uncomfortable, Marcel hurriedly cleared his throat and corrected his speech. "ops, sorry. My question seems too far away. Not very good to hear."

"Oh, not pa-pa, really. No pa-pa. Really. Aja aman. We are not offended at all, Marcel said. Isn't that right, Al?" Lara quickly turned her gaze to Alisha who sat on Marcel's left side for a moment. Call Alisha a sign that the girl doesn't mind. After that, he continued his explanation. Even if the nod looks forced to do.

"Alisha was the son of my previous wife. They split up because papa prefers my mom. You know, Marcel, caste differences have always been a barrier to the love relationship between two people. More or less that's what happened between them." Lara spoke fluently and then ate her bass ball without sin. It was as if he did not care about the feelings of his step-sister who suddenly changed his face water. Didn't she realize that her words could have hurt Alisha's feelings? It is precisely Dante and Marcel who feel dislike with the words of Lara who seemed to dwarf the position of Alisha's mother.

The two young men both looked at Lara with frowns, then turned to look at Alisha with anxious faces as the girl suddenly gulped down her drink into the toilet.

"Do you know, Marcel?" Lara spoke again after swallowing the food in her mouth. The call to Marcel inevitably drew Dante's attention as well. Obviously, he was very curious. All this time the young man did not know how the story of the lives of the two girls to have the destiny of being brothers.

"Emm, believe." Marcel answered in half doubt. "Why Lara. Have you ever experienced it?"

"Yup. Before knowing our brotherly ties, Alisha and I were friends. We often talk to each other and talk about a lot of things. Isn't that right, Alisha? Even subconsciously, what we are talking about is the same person. It's papa." Lara spoke very enthusiastically without fading her smile line. Trying to show through the attitude if he is really happy.

"Wow, amazing" said Marcel. "The way God concocts destiny is unpredictable. Maybe you never thought you'd be brothers."

"Truly hahaha." Lara chuckles.

"So, did you just take it for granted after knowing everything?" Lara was stunned for a moment when Marcel gave the question. The changes that occurred in Lara's facial mimic made her review the smile before then re-add. "If I were you, of course you would be angry at your father. Wh why? Being angry is common as a first reaction. It could be that at that time you were very shocked and could not accept the fact that the love of your father must be divided into two. Didn't you?"

"No. I'm not angry at all. I am happy." A lie that just happened. I don't know what Lara did it all for. Though clearly at that time his heart was broken.

"Good." Marcel gave his thumbs up to Lara. However, after that he turned to Alisha beside him, then grabbed and held her fingers warmly.

"And to your mother" Dante said to Alisha in a soft tone and tightened his grip. "I'm sure she's an amazing woman. Because, although it has disappeared for a long time, away from the reach, but able to make your papa's heart still survive. And I'm sure you're a good kid, so keep your papa from looking everywhere for you. Trust me.. Happy to welcome you, Alisha."

A beautiful strand of words that Alisha never expected. Marcel, who had just been known, could understand very well how his life was. He was still inexhaustible how the young man could judge a person's personality just through speech and eye-light. Perhaps he was not moved because of the young man. He even almost shed tears because he was so excited.