The dark past 3

Mrs. Yulia took a deep breath, she stroked her chest regretting what happened today.

"Alma you should sit down first, talk calmly. It's not good to talk in an emotional state like this" persuaded Mr. Mario.

"It's useless Alma talking nicely, in the end father will never understand what Alma is saying"

Mrs. Yulia felt that her daughter was really outrageous, she was furious. "Where are your manners as a child? Why are you acting as if you don't want to be blamed?"

"All this time Alma has always been kind and always obeys whatever father wishes, when Alma is strict with the situation, father blames Alma's attitude. Why does the child always get blamed?" Alma continued, he just got worse.

"Alma you are not too mature to understand all this. Father and mother are doing all this solely for your good, not for the good of father and mother"

"Anyway, Alma hates mom and dad" Alma stomped his foot, he then turned around and walked away.

Master Mario took a deep breath while stroking his chest. There was a feeling of sadness and disappointment in his heart, because the child who had been good and obedient suddenly turned into a rebellious table. Unlike Mrs. Yulia, she shook her head, she was very surprised at Alma. Why did his demeanor suddenly turn into stubbornness?

"I hope that you don't take Alma's words to heart," said Mrs. Yulia while stroking her husband's back.

"Father, I'm afraid, if Alma does something wrong, mother"

"Never mind father, we as parents can only pray for the best for Alma. Hopefully the eyes of his heart are opened"

"Mother is right, I hope Alma wakes up soon"

Alma's room.

Alma threw her body on the bed, hugging the pillow was Alma's habit when she was feeling sad. Her tears flowed like an endless river. Alma wept bitterly.

His love for Arfha is so deep, he even forgets to love himself. Her name is also a teenager who is new to love, so it's natural for Alma to fight her parents. Alma always thought he was right. By this time, her pillow was drenched in her clear tears.

The longing for Arfha deepens, remembering Arfha's charming smile. More and more eager to meet.

"I will not stay silent, I will find a way to do anything to be with Arfha" Alma said to himself.

Alma suddenly remembered his best friend named Rita, he wanted to meet her but he didn't have a cellphone to contact Rita. While he was not allowed to go out. Alma is locked in his room.

After two days.

As parents, Mrs. Yulia and Mr. Mario had already forgotten the matter two days ago. He returned to being kind to Alma. The anger that was growing yesterday has now begun to subside.

Likewise with Alma, he looks better now. Her face looks happier than before.

Around 08.00 am, Alma was getting ready to go to work. Because a few days ago he never came in. He then asked permission from his parents.

"Mom, dad!! Alma wants to go to work first"

"Are you sure?" Mrs. Yulia asked while cleaning the table in the living room.

"Yes mom," Alma replied, nodding his head.

Mr. Mario who was reading the newspaper immediately folded it loudly, the sound of the folds reached Alma's ears "You better not have to go to work" said Mr. Mario, he did not allow Alma either.

Alma frowned, he felt disappointed again "Why dad? Is it because of Arfha? Why is dad so hard on Alma? Even though my intentions are good to go to work. Besides, if I don't come in, I'll be fired."

"Father better allow Alma to work"

"But mother!!"

Mrs Yulia smiled while blinking her eyes. Master Mario was silent for a moment, pondering his decision. Seeing his wife's very kind and gentle demeanor made Mr. Mario melt "Yes, you have to be careful. Remember you should never have contact with that outsider again, let alone meet in secret"

Alma smiled happily, because today he felt himself free from his cage. Alma hugs Mrs. Yulia and also Mr. Mario "Okay dad, just calm down mom and dad. I won't meet and have contact with Arfha again" Alma said, he assured his parents.

Alma then kissed the back of his parents' hands, after which he went to his workplace. This morning, Alma wore navy blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a white jacket, she also wore white paint shoes so that Senda was in the same dress, her hair was tied up, showing her face which looks very cute.

Alma walked while swinging his arms, coincidentally Alma's workplace was not too far away. Only one kilometer from his house.

The trip.

"Titt ... titt ... titt" The sound of a motorcycle horn sounded very strong. Making Alma noisy. He paused for a moment and looked to the side.

"Hey Alma where are you going?" Asked Rudi, the man who had been chasing Alma all this time. Rudi gave his best smile today.

But Alma didn't return Rudi's smile at all, just looking at his face Alma was disgusted. He immediately averted his gaze.

"Alma why are you silent? How about you ride on my motorbike, I happen to have replaced it with a new one" Rudi always acts sweet to Alma.

"You better get out of here before I throw you away"

"Why are you so fierce? Even though my intentions are very good"

"Sorry I don't need your good intentions"

"Come on Alma, just this once, you want me to ride" Rudi whined like a baby.

"Not!!" Alma answered firmly.

Without realizing it, a small luxury car in black flash stopped in front of Alma and Rudi. The car was very cute, no one had a luxury car in the city center where Alma lived.

Most people use Pajero, Xpander, Fortuner, Terios and Kijang cars. But this car has a foreign brand.

"Who is that?" Alma muttered while holding her sling bag.

Arfha comes out with a stunning aura, she wears all black clothes, her appearance looks even more perfect. Alma's eyes widened, her mouth wide open. His heart was pounding like a wave from the bottom of the ocean.

He looked at Arfha lovingly, placing his hand on his chest which was beating fast. Alma's face turned red like a cherry, she almost couldn't believe that the man in front of her was Arfha.

It turns out that Rudi also has the same view of Arfha, he sees Arfha's figure as a prince because he has a very attractive charisma. Rudi was stunned like a statue of Liberty.