Pain(Tings)
Chapter 9: New Life

Widan often persuaded Sita to come out with him. In fact, often Widan invites Sita to GNI—National Gallery of Indonesia—which is organizing exhibitions and events of art.

Sita acted strangely by shaking her head and looking down lethargic. “Couldn't do it now. Later, Dan,” said Sita while reviewing an awkward smile.

Widan frowned, looking at Sita in confusion. “Tumben, regular also likes spirit.”

Sita responded with chuckles, but her heart was very different from her behavior.

“Dan, we use the motorbike you aja, it's okay, right?” pinta Sita suddenly.

The eyebrows next to Widan were raised, astonished. “Aren't afraid of the sun?” ledek.

Sita clucked in annoyance, she glared at Widan. But still forcing the man to walk towards the trunk. There are several luxury cars and two sports motorcycles parked in the trunk of the Agler family.

Sita pointed to last year's black sports bike. “Pake that one!” tell it. Like the employer on his adjutant.

Widan snorted, although still agreeing to Sita's choice. Because it is not usually the woman wants to be taken around the hot metropolitan city like now.

“Truly don't want to use a car, Ta?” bargain again, who knows Sita will change her mind.

“Gak! Ranch, Dan! Don't talk a lot just yet,” Oceh Sita who is impatient.

Not that Sita meant to nag Widan who had been kind enough to offer her a ride to spend the weekend in Dufan. This is all, purely an impromptu plan from Sita for the transfer of his feelings to the GNI in Gambir.

Sita tried to suppress her enthusiasm and curiosity when she found out about the art exhibition. He had to keep his promise to his father.

During the trip, Sita was more silent and Widan often found her pensive. He wanted to ask, but the reluctance to make Sita uncomfortable while beside him, made Widan undo her intentions.

“You try to ride what rides first?” ask Widan.

They have entered the Dufan area by using special tickets with prices that are quite skyrocketed.

Sita pointed to one of the rides that spur adrenaline, shaped like a giant windmill. Widan stared at the gamang on Sita who looked flat when he saw the vehicle moving up and down by turning the propeller that contained many visitors there.

Widan grabs Sita's hand to hold and leads her to the exclusive entrance of the 'Vane' vehicle so they avoid the long queue.

Sita held the arm of Widan who was about to enter through the special path. “We are in line, yes?”

“Why? It is not better if we just go straight, here we have the ticket, Ta,” explained Widan reminded.

Sita looked at Widan with her hearty look. While Widan, swearing in the heart. Sita's gaze was like that, it was hard for her to refuse.

“Oke-okay, fine.”

Sita pulled Widan to come with her to queue. Actually, Sita is also quite afraid if you follow rides like this. But his mind was too stifled at the moment and needed a diversion.

The queue of propeller rides, as well as some queues from other rides that spur adrenaline, are full of visitors from foreign countries as well as local tourists. When Sita was about to enter the doll palace, a long ring from her cellphone made Sita permission to leave her alone to lift a phone call from her father.

Sita herself was astonished because her father would bother to contact her on holidays like now. “Iya, Pa?”

“Should now be so, Pa?”

“Do you need Papa drag you from there?”

The deg!

Netra Sita is circulated randomly in any direction. His eyes glared sharply at some of his father's aides who Sita often saw. By force, Sita obeyed her father's request.

“Sita's home now,” her mouth is not excited.

Before finding Widan, Sita first exhaled strongly. He was upset with himself who, by his obedience, reproduced the words of his father that Sita could not refute. Although Sita tried to rebel though, his affection for Bima, could never make Sita not obey the wishes of the father.

So, when Widan again invited him to continue their destination, Sita held her arm. Speak softly and look at Widan's face with a puddle of tears piled up in the fertilizer.

Widan panicked, he cupped Sita's face and looked at her carefully. “Ta, why? Is there a lo painin?”

It feels like Sita yelled at Widan that she was hurt, by herself. But all Sita did was shake her head. “Rome ...” is soft, but Widan still hears it clearly.

Without many more words, Widan clasped Sita's body and rubbed her back gently. When finished, then Widan obey Sita's request to go home earlier than the hours they had agreed initially.

The towering high gate belonging to the Adirajada family, loomed high in front of Sita. It feels, making Sita's body shrink when entering the exotic-style elite house. Sita repeatedly rearranged her breathing to be better prepared to face her own father.

The marble floor felt cold as Sita set her foot. But, it was no less cold with Sita's hand. He already had the feeling that his father who stalked his daily life, must have another scenario for Sita's life.

Timing used by Bima is also very fitting. Due to Pratista—'s absence people who could have been a shield for Sita when fighting against his father's decision—who followed up on field practice reports outside the city, along with his research colleagues.

Sita breathed a furious breath. He looked carefully at the face of Bima who was reading a piece of paper.

“Finally you arrived too,” said Bima.

Sita just nodded her head in response. He sat across from his father who looked busy with some of those papers. Sita watches her father's unchanged workspace from the first time Sita stopped by here, dark and cold.

After a long silence, a hand extended towards him. Sita furrowed her eyebrows when she saw the name of the letterhead printed from the white rectangular envelope. His breath was restrained, along with the explanation from Bima which again hit the bottom of his heart.

“Papa just wants the best for you. And Papa believes, that you will not disappoint Papa and Mama who have educated you until now.”

Sita gulped her saliva, her throat felt choked. His tongue suddenly fell. Bima's words are like a weapon to eat master, he can not dwell anymore when Bima has spoken with such words.

Because for Sita Prawira Adirajada, the family and happiness of both parents are absolutes that Sita must live. Moreover, when Adya Surya Adirajada is no longer on his side.

With vibrating lips, Sita said softly, “Jadi ... when should Sita go to Japan?” ask Sita when she sees the letterhead that has the logo of the school Institute in Japan.

“After you graduate school. All passport needs and others have Papa prepared in advance.” Bima clenched Sita's body tightly. “Thank you, Son. Thank you for following Papa's selfish request. Papa just wants the best for you,” explained Bima.

Sita could only fall silent, while holding back her cries from breaking right now.