The Suffering of Si Kembang Village
About a Level

In the classic European style luxury house, Nilam sat down on a sofa. The two cold sweaty palms were squeezing each other. While Gavin sat next to him leisurely without any burden.

No no no ....

The sound of footsteps came closer and closer towards them.

With a casual suit clad in silver wedges on her smooth legs, Briana stood cross-legged in front of the two young men.

"Just remember you came home, Gavin?"

Gavin came up to him. As usual, the relaxed attitude of his selenge became a characteristic when dealing with the mother. "I'm just on vacation, Ma" he said, hugging the body of the woman who gave birth to him from behind.

"Vacation? With her?" Briana's index finger was directed at Nilam who was still fluttering in place.

"Yes, why?" Gavin's simple answer to the question.

But it sounded disgusting in Briana's ears. "You can invite another woman who is more worthy, Gav."

Gavin let go of his embrace, then led Briana to sit on the sofa opposite Nilam. "Ma, I asked for Mama's blessing." Unconcerned by Briana's earlier chirp, he rested before the woman, with both knees on his pedestal.

"Restu? For?" Briana frowned not understanding.

At the beginning of a smile. "To marry Nilam."

"Nilam ...?" Briana's eyes glanced at the girl sitting before her.

"Yes, Ma. Please bless me."

"Wait a minute, Gav, who do you mean?"

Gavin smiled, then turned his face towards Nilam. "He, Ma."

Briana was confused. "Isn't his name Nuri?"

"Yes. But it's just a pseudonym, Ma. Nilam is his real name."

"Pseudonym?"

"He deliberately changed his name to keep himself from the danger that was targeting him at that time."

"Mama really doesn't understand, Gav."

"Let me explain. Oiya, Ma, do you know, she's the girl I told Mama about. The girl I've been looking for. The girl I always miss. So I beg you, bless my marriage with him. Yes, Ma?"

Briana fell silent. Gavin's earnestness, a little touching his feelings. "Ta-but, Gav. She ...."

"He is my happiness, Ma. Mama can punish me, if my relationship with her does not match what you expect. But I will prove that Nilam is worthy to be with me. For now, I just need Mama's blessing" Gavin said.

Undeniable, behind silence and his lowered face, Nilam's heart is deeply hopeful and anxious.

Gavin is rising. She shifted her body closer to Nilam, then sat down beside the girl who was still mute. "Nilam, can I take this cloth off your head?" soft door.

Nilam's eyes looked at him confused. "For?"

"just open. Can you?"

Before replying, Nilam took a quick glance towards Briana who was still silent watching. A moment later his head began to move up and down, a sign that he agreed. "Yes, Gav."

Briana remained silent. Silence in which is tucked.

As in the unsatisfied fashion, Gavin pulls a hair tie that is still coiled in Nilam's hair patch, and ....

Wush! The long, jet hair was beautifully seared like a goddess scarf.

Nilam was quite surprised by his lover. The uncomfortable feeling slightly teased his silence. He returned to his face.

This time it can not be denied, Briana's face in the stage of gawking. Slowly his mouth began to move, forming the word, "Perfect ...." A barely audible murmur. But the movement of his lips can still be caught Gavin.

The young man smiled. "Yes, Ma. Perfect. Mama must understand, how not, I'm crazy about her."

Never blushed, even though billions of puja and praise flowed for the gift in his possession, Nilam always felt it was just a joke and trickery. Just ordinary. No need to soar. A logical thought that is almost rare for a woman who is basically very fond of puja.

But the voice of Gavin's praise, made Briana blinked instantly. Trying to neutralize his admiration. "Ta-but .. te- still he's not on the same level as us, Gavin."

Deg! A simple sentence, but enough to cause a small scratch on Nilam's heart.

Is caste that important to them? Succeeded ! One clear circle in the corner of her beautiful eyes, freefall without obstructions.

"Ma!" sergeant Gavin with a higher octave of voice. "Please .. do not concern yourself with linking everything with position and possessions. Or Mama will regret it. Mama used to present women who Mama thought were as level as us. But look! That woman destroyed me, destroyed my trust! Now ... let me make my own choice."

"Gav ..." Briana's weak voice in a moment of regret.

Gavin's view turned to Nilam. He touched the chin that almost hit the neck, then lifted it slowly. "Yes, God ...." The remaining water melts on Nilam's cheeks made his heart rustle sorely. Instantly he pointed his face at Briana. "Mama look at this .. Mama's words have hurt her heart. Also my heart."

"Gavin's. Ma-"

"Come, Honey. We go from here," Gavin concluded, rising to his feet, then grabbing Nilam's palm and pulling it.

But unexpectedly, Nilam even brushed off Gavin's arm. He stood facing straight towards Briana. "Mrs is right, I'm a nobody. My level is losing decisively below your level. Or maybe I have no level at all. Because I've never measured my life in terms of level as you mean, ma'am. In my life, I've only clung to one thing ..." paused for a moment. "False of gratitude."

Gavin. Unexpectedly, the innocent lover, was able to say things beyond his expectations.

Briana too. Shocked, flabbergasted, and all forms of shock became a decoration on his face now. Nilam's narration really made his throne of arrogance shrink instantly. He was silent unable to say.

"Although my life is not as perfect as yours, ma'am, but I'm happy. The happiness that is created by my gratitude. For me, wealth is not a guarantee of happiness. Can you reflect on Gavin's past?"

"You mean?" ask Briana.

"Anita, the rich girl you originally wanted to pair with Gavin, instead brought a wound to your child, Madam. He did manage to snatch Gavin's heart, as per your expectations. But you see, don't you? How he broke your son's heart at the time. Are you happy to see Gavin hurt?" nilam.

"Honey, it's been, yeah ...." Gavin tried to stop.

"Crack it up from there, ma'am. That a caste that you so glorified, does not always produce happiness. Sorry, ma'am, I don't mean to lower your principles. I just want to say, that happiness is not only from the abundance of wealth, or from the height of caste. Except from here." Nilam pointed at his own chest. "From a sincerity."

Like a trodden cockroach, Briana was made checkmate. The poor girl he looked at in such lowliness, was able to silence his arrogant side, to shrink, and then crumble, as devastating as it was.

"And I .. I only have a sincere love ... for Gavin," Nilam continued, lowering his head. Her tears have fallen.

As in the thousand angels of heaven, Gavin looked at Nilam in amazement. His heart is like sakura in spring. Without babibu, he pulled the incredible girl into his arms. In her arms the body was tight. "Thank you, honey. Thank ye. I love you."

Briana's heart hurts. He looked at his son who was hugging his girl lovingly. God, I've never seen my son that happy. The girl ... is amazing!

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