Pain(Tings)
Chapter 16: Wedding?

The disrespectful expulsion that Sita did last time was not enough to make her with two big people with her become distant. They also do not provide any meaningful reason and do not discuss the issue of the past tempo in more detail at all. Even Sita had assumed that they were both silencing themselves in order to cover something that Sita had not realized at all.

Behind the curiosity and discomfort that Sita often feels when the three of them gather, often disturbing the anxiety is meaningless. Sita clenched her lips as Trella and Widan started rambling here and there randomly. Intentionally, lure Sita to participate in their conversation so that three-way communication is established.

“Males, continue your chat.” Sita immediately moved from her seat when Trella asked her opinion about fashion trends that are hits in this day and age.

Because Sita's room has become the basecamp of the three of them, Sita is more free to move away from her two best friends to the mini gallery in her room. His smile also expands perfectly when he sees paintings that he had made in previous years. Even paintings made by Adya, still neatly arranged beside a row of paintings of his.

Sita's arm rubbed gently on one of the paintings that Sita made a year before her departure to Japan. His hands shook as his fingers langiknya along the canvas. “Abang would be proud right, same Tata, if you see this one Tata painting?” mumbled wailing. Of course, Sita will never get a reply from his murmur alone. Sita immediately stopped the pace from melting her tears.

He can't cry at this time.

Sita just does not want to bother many people with sadness that is no longer meaningful. Although the tightness due to losing someone we love is still imprinted, but Sita tries to toughen up.

“Abang must be proud of you, Ta,” said someone behind Sita.

Sita immediately put on her flat expression. He turned his body to face Widan who was standing looming in front of him. It had been even a year passed he could not see the figure in front of him for real, the longing he felt was worth the many changes attached to Widan.

But at least the thing Sita liked about the many physical changes from Widan was her eyes. Highlight his dark, clear and intoxicating eyes are still Sita's favorite eyes to enjoy it for hours. Even Sita was willing to change the time to stop for a moment. So that he can dive even longer, many things radiated through the eyes that Widan showed.

A flick on her forehead made Sita blink her eyes. “Eh, yes?” tanyanya daze.

“What makes you show serious face so hm?” asked Widan while tapping slowly on Sita's cranium.

Sita immediately brushed off the hand of Widan. “Not your business!” With the rest of the courage that Sita had, her hand had originally picked up her painting equipment on the end shelf near the door of her mini gallery.

Sita then sat on a small chair without a backrest and prepared a clean white canvas in front of her. His other hand was busy dividing the task by mixing many colors to get the desired color on the palettes.

Widan himself had observed Sita who started painting without regard to her existence. While folding both hands in front of his chest, Widan continued to pay attention to Sita with a smile that was imprinted on her face.

Past events that had made them misunderstand—padahat should never happen—toh the three of them do not have any feelings that must be maintained or a special relationship more than friends. At the very least, he did not have to act recklessly and ruin their friendship for the sake of a sense that was not necessarily reciprocated.

...•••...

Trella, who tonight is wearing a more prom night outfit, sits more calmly next to her. Even his aunt who is often busy with various jobs also took part in dinner events that are usually not attended by him.

“So Pa, Ma, what important news are you going to tell me, so you guys can make me take a leave from my job?” april protests, her tantenya representing her curiosity as well.

Adira, the mother of Trella smiled curiously at her husband's sister. “April, you don't get too workholic. Later difficult dapet mate,” advice Adira who Sita believes will be completely ignored.

Although he often gets the same question every time the Adirajada family is in complete formation, April never stops at all to not silence the interlocutor who always questions his status at the end of his 20 years.

“I'm still comfortable with my current career, Ma'am. And you need to remember too, I've grown up in my own business. Thanks for the attention Mbak gave,” reply April, intense. Sita saw that Mother Trella was about to interrupt her tantric speech, but April first preceded her with a question that made her stunned.

“So does this have anything to do with the disgusting matchmaking you all planned?”

His grandfather, Adirajada who is often respected by his employees because of the charisma owned and flexibility in leading the company during the generations it kicked the table quite hard. “April, stop talking about you!!!”

“What? I'm not wrong, are I, Pa? This must be all due to the matchmaking you did.” April screeched unhesitatingly in front of the Pratista who often demanded elegance. If Sita did so, he could make sure his life would not be safe by the series of Pratista lectures.

April looked back at her parents. More towards old women sitting next to Adirajada. “This time, Mama wants to mate who else anyway? Not satisfied Mama with Papa soul mate Kak Bima, continued Kak Akhal? Now who else?” April's breath hunt. Thankfully, dinner was over. “Or don't-don't you guys want to mate with my niece is yes?”

All suddenly quiet. Sita also became pounding waiting for the speech to be thrown by anyone who answered her tantic question. It turned out that what Sita was worried about was finally revealed already. It was Trella's mother who revealed the truth of the news.

“You don't have to panic, Pril. It's not about you,” explained Adira.

April looks cynical looking at Adira who this time dominates the room.

“It's about Trella,” Adira added.

Sita held her breath, she glanced at Trella who was already putting on a fed up face.

“Come Sita, anter me out,” take Trella who can only Sita amenkan.