The Price of Sainthood
The mind at war

"Welcome, Dante." A middle-aged woman dressed in a brown tunic greeted the young man at the door.

Dante who looked lethargic just a small smile responded to the greeting of his housekeeper. With a giant step he just passed through. Throwing the jacket that had been held, then anchored the buttocks on the sofa living room of his parents' soft and expensive residence.

"Which mom, Bi?" ask after that. As her mood was in turmoil right now, all she had in mind was that woman. He wants to spoil and remove fatigue with his lap pads. Or ask the woman to tell her story to forget her grief. However, unfortunately the answer that was later thrown from the housekeeper by the name Kumala made him feel disappointed.

"Mother is out of town with Dad, Mas. Maybe stay at a hotel there. Or at the earliest I'll be home tonight."

Dante snorts softly. He exhaled a rough breath and then washed his lips while leaning his body.

Seeing Dante's unpleasant reaction made the woman hastily divert attention by making an offer. "Mas Dante wants to take a shower now? The warm water has been prepared. Or maybe eat first?"

"You take a break, Bi. I'm still full."

"Good, Mas." Kumala let Dante grab his jacket and got up from his seat. He was only trailing behind as the young man stepped towards the central room. Actually, there was something he wanted to say. However, it was done because it did not have a chance.

"Just home?"

Dante's steps came to a halt at the bottom of the stairs as the baritone's voice greeted him. He turned to the source of the voice and was surprised to find Marcel sitting on the sofa.

Marcel? Since when was he there?

"What are you doing here?" Dante asked curtly without any intention of covering up his dislike. Obviously he doesn't like it. Marcel has made him such a loser in front of Alisha. He managed to attract the sympathy of the girl in just one face to face. And what himself? Only poor young men get rejection.

"Of course because I want to meet my cousin, Iah," replied Marcel lightly. Noticing the unfriendly expression of his cousin, inevitably made him frown questioningly. "Why lo? Don't like me samperin' here?"

"That's know. Go home! I'm tired of taking a break." Dante flicked his chin towards the outside door.

Instead of being offended by Dante's expulsion, Marcel laughed at once. It was clear that Dante was frowning wondering. What's so funny trying? Why would Marcel laugh at him? He is angry now, yes. Not joking.

Seeing Dante's flabbergasted reaction, Marcel stopped his laughter and only gave a smile as he softly shook his head.

"Here first. Sit over. I want to talk to you for a second" he said as he patted the empty sofa next door.

"What's chatter again? Didn't I say tired?" reject lazy Dante.

"About Lara."

"Here, he again. Males me." Dante responded indifferently.

"But about Alisha?"

"What's his expression?" Marcel was astonished. Dante is indifferent to his future fiancee. But hearing Alisha's name mentioned he immediately boarded the apitam. "Why? Alisha has known you for a long time? Or maybe she's been in a relationship with him before?"

"What connection! Also known because she's Lara's half-sister," she lied without looking at the interlocutor.

"Yes if there is nothing to do with it. Relax it. It doesn't matter if we talk too. Anyway, I also miss knowing the same. Since you ran away that time, we have rarely met. Aren't you?"

Dante looked at Marcel's face for a moment then sighed softly. His cousin's words had a point, too. Previously they were very familiar and spent a lot of time together. However, after he left and returned home with a wound, he was preoccupied with vain lamentations.

Without a word, Dante moved closer to the sofa. He was dragging his feet like a lazy. Instead of taking Marcel's designated seat, he took the position directly opposite his cousin.

"So that Lara, who made you run away at that time?" marcel asked with a full glance when it felt Dante was sitting comfortably.

"Yes!" ketus Dante's.

Marcel clucking. He resuscitated his body while passing his face for a moment. "Gue didn't think it was right the first time I saw him."

"What do you think?" dante asked curiously and half wanted to test.

"Lo doesn't love her."

"Emang," said Dante.

"Well, if you don't love, why are you back again? Pake received the match anyway!"

"Gue forced!"

"Forced or desperate?"

"Forced! It's not clear what I'm talking about!" Dante raised his tone. And immediately the atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"The reason that makes you suddenly go back and continue to accept matchmaking?" ask Marcel then.

"Consecret. You don't need to know." Dante threw away his face avoiding his cousin's probing gaze. If in the past he would tell me everything that happened, it would be different from the present.

Alisha's rejection at that time was too painful to tell. It is not possible that Marcel will laugh because of it. Or it could be that Marcel will laugh happily and feel victorious.

Dante saw Marcel's view of Alisha was indeed different. It could be love and there are indications of wanting to have it all. If this is true, then he feels his position is increasingly unsafe.

Whats? Position of? Come on, Dante. You're with Alisha nothing! Focus on your engagement to Lara. Okay! dante's mind is at war.