Fly 10

"Mom, you shouldn't talk like that to Ghaza's mother," Quitta said after Ghea and Ghaza came home.

The annoyance she had been holding back on Anastasia for so long needed a release.

"What's the matter? I should talk about it as soon as possible." Anastasia replied without feeling guilty.

"Don't you feel ashamed? After talking like that it's obvious that we want it."

"I don't want to be a hypocrite, who doesn't want to be their family in-laws. Educated and respected, and for sure their wealth will not run out for seven generations. Our lives will be happy forever."

"Wrong, it's your life, not mine!" Quitta left Anastasia to go to her room. She had enough of feeling ashamed of Ghaza and his mother, and now she had to keep her heart from feeling deep sorrow because of her mother's attitude.

"I just did all this for you!" shouted Anastasia.

She let Quitta go to her room. After all, today she was quite happy to hear Ghea's words. Now she had reason to shut the mouths of envious people because she was about to become the mother-in-law of a rich family.

Anastasia lay down on the sofa, three workers who were cleaning the house seemed busy cleaning up.

"Ding!"

The loud sound of the bell woke Anastasia from her slumber.

She realized that she had been asleep for a while.

"Please see who!" She said to the housekeeper who had worked for her for a long time.

"There's a guest for Miss Quitta, Ma'am." Tell the housekeeper a moment later.

"Who?"

"He said his name is Kevlar."

"Kevlar?" Anastasia frowned, feeling strange hearing the name mentioned.

"Yeah, should I just let him in?"

"No need. Leave it to me, you just keep working." Broke Anastasia while getting up towards the front door.

Arriving at the front door, a tall, well-built young man stood facing him. The man's half-blood face looks foreign.

"Good afternoon." Kevlar said.

"Yes, who are you, and what do you need?" asked Anastasia.

"Sorry to interrupt, my name is Kevlar. I was the one who hit Quitta." Kevlar said.

From her face and appearance, Kevlar was sure that the woman in front of him was Quitta's mother.

Although he had come for the third time to this house, he had never met Anastasia before. But he was sure of his conjecture.

"Then what brings you here?"

Kevlar is flabbergasted at Anastasia's response. When he saw her, Kevlar was sure that Anastasia would scold or hate him, and he was prepared for Anastasia to curse or hit him. So Anastasia's calm demeanor surprised him.

"You must be surprised why I'm not angry with you. I should thank you, but maybe I'll sound evil for thanking the person who bumped into my daughter. But honestly, because of you, my daughter's future husband and his mother came here to visit. And nothing makes me happier than that." Anastasia said as if she understood what Kevlar was feeling.

Kevlar was even more stunned to hear the words of the woman in front of him. He suddenly felt stupid and didn't know whether the woman in front of him was being nice or not. But he didn't care, because all that mattered to him was Quitta.

"Sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about. But can I see Quitta?" Ask Kevlar.

He hoped to see Quitta soon. His feelings began to worry that something had happened to the girl.

"Quitta? Looks like she's sleeping." Anastasia replied indifferently.

"From when? I mean ... If you don't mind I'd like to wait for her to wake up." Kevlar said confidently.

"I object, why do you want to wait for her? Didn't you hear that I said she already has a future husband? So don't let your presence make her relationship with her husband-to-be strained." Anastasia said.

"I didn't mean to interfere with her relationship with anyone else. I just wanted to take responsibility for causing her an accident."

"In that case, it's enough to pay for the medical expenses and repair the motorbike, there's no need to meet her personally."

"But I want to see her for a moment."

Quitta heard the commotion on the terrace of the house. The room is indeed not far from the front door which is only fifty meters away.

"You're here?" Quitta slowly walked towards the front door using crutches.

"Quitta ..."

"What's coming here? Now is not my control schedule."

Anastasia looked worried, not expecting Quitta to come out of her room. Even though she had answered casually that Quitta was sleeping, she believed in what she said. She hoped that what she had said to Kevlar had not been heard by Quitta.

"I know. I just wanted to give this to you."

Kevlar handed her a bag containing Quitta's favorite cake. Earlier he had asked Tessa about Quitta's favorite food, and without waiting for the next day Kevlar bought it right away.

"W-what is this?"

Even though she could already guess the contents of the bag Kevlar handed her, Quitta still asked to confirm the meaning of the man's gift.

And Kevlar understood the meaning of Quitta's question.

"Farah said you've had a very low appetite lately. I was worried that it would hinder the healing process of your leg, so I wanted to help restore your appetite."

"This is not what I want to get my appetite back." Quitta thought.

"Thank you, but I'm not sure to spend it myself."

Kevlar hesitated to answer, he didn't want Quitta to think that he was trying to get close to her even though he knew Quitta already had a future husband.

"Please sit down, let's eat this cake together. You're not in a hurry, are you?" Invite Quitta.

"Qitt, aren't you resting?" interrupted Anastasia.

"I woke up because I heard your conversation," Quitta answered lying, even though she had felt sleepy earlier but Quitta couldn't close her eyes. Especially after hearing Anastasia talk to someone she just met.

"You're getting married soon, it's not good to hang out with other men too much." Said Anastasia tries to prevent Quitta from being with Kevlar.

"Didn't you hear clearly what Ghaza's mother said?"

"Of course, I heard. But that doesn't mean you are free to have relationships with other men."

"But he's my friend!"

Kevlar awry did not know what to do to mediate the debate between the two. Fortunately, Anastasia soon decided to enter.

"Looks like there's a lot of people inside, won't my arrival bother you?" Kevlar asked when he saw several people passing through the inside of the house.

"They're just people my Mom hired to clean the house. This afternoon, Ghaza and her mother came home."

"Ghaza?" Kevlar could already guess the relationship the owner of that name had with Quitta.

"The boy who was matched with me." Said Quitta, to which Kevlar nodded.

Seeing the tired and depressed expression on Quitta's face, Kevlar was sure that Quitta didn't like her match with the boy.

"Are you okay?"

Quitta nodded his head.

"Want me to take you for a walk?" asked Kevlar.

A spontaneous question that just popped into Kevlar's mind.