The Story About Us
Parto's Seriousness!

Shela got off her bike and directly slapped Meisya's cheek hard. As if he didn't care if he was on the road. Parto who saw the incident so fast it immediately pulled Shela to the back of her body when Meisya would reply to Shela's slap.

"A slap is not enough to replace my mother's labor! I thought you were just a crazy, underworked girl but I was wrong! You are an abnormal girl with no empathy at all! My mom hasn't slept all night to order those cookies! Here you let me break your hand!" Shela again wanted to beat Meisya up but, Parto held her back. He hugged Shela who was beginning to lose control of herself.

"You just go, if you stay here I'm not sure I can take my girl for you!" Parto's cynical eyes made Meisya somewhat daunted.

"To don't give him a go! You believe him? To. pelein, heh you.just be careful if I see you again, I make sure your nose will move to jidat!"

Parto tried to calm Shela whose breath began to hunt. A person who has trouble controlling emotions will breathe like a marathoner.

"La.. already La. calm yourself down," After Parto saw Meisya had gone away, and leaving only the sound of a motorbike, Parto finally released her embrace on the tiny body of Shela.

"You why did he go to? he didn't know how hard it was for me to make this cake, so he could throw my mother's cake to the ground!" Shela squatted to see the condition of her mother's cake that was no longer shaped.

"Later to change the mother's cake, I pesen again yes.don't be sad," Parto tried to comfort Shela.

"Since my father left, my mother and I have tried to stand up from the slump. You know To, I used to go to school while selling. We had to go through that time, when other people just bid without buying merchandise, sometimes there was the heart to owe to small traders like us, some just want to eat for free under the pretext of wanting to taste the cake that mom sells." Shela sighed, it felt like her lungs were empty without oxygen intake.

"When other people are very happy because the mother's merchandise is not exhausted and distributed to the neighbors.I am most sick of seeing their hypocritical faces, who say 'may tomorrow sell well.. so it's not good if every day you get the rest of the merchandise!'. Though I know, they cheered happily in each other's hearts. Sometimes I pray that when I eat my mother's cake without paying, they are sprained and in the angel samperin Izrail!"

Without interrupting Shela's words, Parto only rubbed Shela's back several times.

"You know, I hate the word go, part, and leave. I hate farewells. I hate all those things that make my heart ache when I remember them, "No crying, only Shela's voice shakes a little here. He was holding back his emotions, he did not want the tightness to torture him.

"La.. Can I say something?" at the end, Parto made a sound. Shela did not reply, just looking towards Parto.

"I will not leave you! I promise, witness the angels on my right and left.I said with full awareness, I will not leave you!"

Shela's still tight-lipped. Shela is not the type of person who easily believes in bullshit, anyone can say the thing that Parto said earlier. But, Shela just needs proof..

His father also promised to always be faithful to accompany his mother until old age and only death separated them. Butwhat? There is no need for death to come between his father and mother.

"Evidence!" Shela said briefly. Parto nodded steadily. Like I was making a determination. The determination to always be there for Shela. Sealing Shela's name in her heart and not letting the sash open.

"La.. Shall we go to my house first?" Ask Parto to Shela.

"Make what? I was going there to make your cake anther but the cake was broken. It was dirty, it could not be eaten.."

Parto bows her hand to get Shela to stand, Shela receives Parto's hand.

"To tell my parents that you're my future wife!"