I don't want to marry you!!" I snapped without shame and without hesitation.
"I already have a boyfriend and I'm only married to him," I said firmly, starting the conversation that had been quiet between me and him amidst the commotion around him. Sitting in front of me a man I don't know, I don't know, I don't hesitate and don't indiscriminately heed the situation of our first meeting.
Surprisingly, it really didn't make this tie man move. With a parlente appearance sitting in front of me which is inversely proportional to my usual appearance. This dull face without make-up, the clothes I wear are standard and not the clothes I like, I can even say old, what for? He's not a special person and I purposely wanted to leave a bad impression in his eyes. Whether his ears heard him or not he just played with his hands on the spoon that was neatly arranged on the plate on the table.
Highlighted by the glow of the lights, a corner of the room that is half dim but light enough is decorated with abstract picture walls accompanied by millennial writings that don't make sense but are viral__I don't read or care about it, I'm a charmer for young people to visit with a partner or just hang out with friends blend in. It can be called a cafe for young people and young people, it is full of visitors who enjoy a variety of star-style dishes, which are getting more and more frenetic at night and coming. In the corner of the room, at table number four, two people sat face to face without looking at each other, even though they were not partners, nor friends, not even acquaintances. The man in a light gray suit and dark brown tie sat quietly and relaxed, one hand on the table, one hand placed on his feet. Sitting seems to accentuate his macho. Pants match the color of the top, clinging to his legs. His face is masculine and can be said to be handsome and well-groomed, but it will not be able to attract me! Will never!
"I love him so much. I can't live without him, we have to stop this matchmaking," I said to the man who had not uttered a word from his lips.
"Me, me too, love her very much." He began to open his mouth and say a few words that make me suddenly look at him.
"Then what are you waiting for? You are a man, you have the power to oppose, unlike me, a woman," I added to him, swishing with enthusiasm as if there was hope that I thought was fading.
"But ... It's all over. She left me to marry another man," he said which finally melted a glimmer of hope for a few minutes earlier. I'm irritated that his fate seems to be in a bad direction. How can a broken heart be invited to a discussion? What is there will not connect only makes you sad... Huuuuuh!
"Yes, you're a boy right? You have everything. At least! Spread the charm to show him you can get a replacement? It won't take long, you're rich too, right? There must be a lot of women chasing you. Don't be lazy like this! ?" I'm just getting more and more irritated, see this kind of man my father chose for me?___ Poor!
"I've tried. Three months of trying to get up, what I have is getting messed up and everything has been destroyed without a trace." The look in the man's eyes was looking far up into the sky as if there was no hope for him to tread.
"That's what you will do to us. My life and my boyfriend will be ruined by your decision. I was forced to break up by Dad because of you," I pleaded a little lowly. The tone that was not as high as the first cursed.
"Now I no longer believe in my choices. I only believe in my parents' choices." The words he spoke pierced my heart.
"What?! How come there's no spirit at all? He's a boy or a girl? You're not really to me," I shouted, which rivaled the strains of the song that had been accompanying the audience for the dinner, who knows what song? who is the original singer? who is the actor in the band? I haven't looked at all since my arrival, because my focus is on my problem and this person.
"Never mind Nez, just accept this situation. If it's fate, what do you want? We're both starting a new chapter." The point of his tongue lightly said that.
I shook my head and my face started to turn red at it. He kept saying and telling me to try to accept it and accept this situation. I cupped my hands covering my face.
"Believe in our parents. Surely the choice of parents will not be wrong, I need someone to treat my wounds, don't worry I will make you happy, I will not disappoint you, we will go through everything together." Eh?! Who are you to make me happy? Just don't know me.
"Hah?!" I opened my eyes and smirked a little.
"You just can't treat yourself, look at how pathetic you are. How can you make other people happy? You're not funny!" My heavy, mocking grin I hope makes him stuck.
"My father only likes your wealth and I am a woman who I see for myself not a soft and sweet woman. I like to rebel and you see for yourself that I am like this, you must be wrong if you choose me." I moved my hand to the right and left to see clearly.
"I don't care. I only believe in my parents," he replied simply.
I thought there would be no meaning for me to linger here, what was there was getting more and more stubborn. This man is absolutely nothing compared to Arman. I want to leave immediately but I also don't want to go back home. I shifted my seat back to get up and lifted my bag quickly.
"I'm done! I want to go home!" I turned my face and body away, then walked away from him. The first impression was really bad and left a mark of anger in my heart.
"Inez wait, don't be in a hurry. Our dinner hasn't been touched yet," he said trying to stop me from leaving. Who is He? Without my permission to call my name, ishhhhh... I just walked away.
"Inez, you didn't even ask my name? I'm your future husband," he added, which did manage to stop me.
"I'm Royan, Diego Royan Pradipta."
"Sorry, I didn't ask your name." I turn my face slowly.
"Even my father __ the person who set you up even though, he never mentioned your name in front of me." I left him immediately. I couldn't hold back the tears that were already tearing up. I jog immediately wanted to get away from here, from that annoying person. I heard him scream my name.