The Beginning of All Troubles

Something collapsed in the Alsava's sky, when the verdict was passed and she was sure, would be locked up forever.

It all started with the divorce of her parents, a business duo who was able to move the company forward. So disciplined and strict in regulating the people under them. And Alsava, one day, will occupy one of the corporate thrones and carry on the relay of power until later she has children, and her son gives the throne to their son, and their son will sell the soul of the child for survival. From the company.

Like a kingdom that will never run out of time.

Until then, Alsava's parents had a big fight. Initially arguments were triggered by stress and work pressure that had accumulated for a long time. Alsava knew that her parents married only for formality. They only love their possessions, power, work, and themselves. Selfish couple who are forced to live under one roof. Giving birth to children for the sake of lowering the curse, someday. And Alsava heard the curse sounded loud when she was going to sleep and her mother slammed the expensive vase she bought all the way in Greece.

"I'm tired, I need to rest!"

"Me, too!!" roared Alsava's father. His chin was stiff with sideburns that hadn't been shaved in days. "You think you just need to rest? This company is on the verge of a crisis. We have to sell shares to cover its debt."

"Then let that stranger control our family?" Mother Alsava glared, there was no answer, so she herself replied, “No. I don't want to give investors the slightest chance to encourage us. "

"But we need money!"

"And screaming does nothing!"

Quiet.

Alsava hugged her rabbit doll behind the bedroom door. For days, the companies overseeing mining and oil palm plantations in Sumatra and Kalimantan stalled. This is because many nature activists have urged them to step back and stay away from customary land. The land that their grandparents used to sell for a certain amount of money and bought extraordinary equipment. And now, their children and grandchildren are demanding the rights that have been sold, in the name of nature and the destruction of the earth.

"I'm tired like this all the time." The father combed his hair in frustration. Suddenly the smartphone on the table rang. It sounded like torture to the ear, sharp and piercing. Alsava's father immediately turned off the object impatiently. Then looked at his wife with a gaze full of revenge.

“It's been a long time, since I joined the company, and married you: You never listen to me. Even once. I know you are richer, stronger. But I am your husband, the head of your family. "

"So?" defiant wife, arrogant.

"I asked for a divorce. We separated."

"It can't be that."

"Why? We've never loved each other either."

“The company is going through hard times, and you left me alone ?! Selfish."

"You are selfish."

Another vase breaks. And neither of them lowered their chins to give up.

"Once you leave this house, you cannot return, not even to the Alsava," threatened the wife. Alsava was still holding back tears behind the bedroom door when she was mentioned.

No answer for a long time. Until those seconds rolled into despair, the father finally sighed, heavy and resigned.

"Okay, I'm leaving. It's up to you what you have to do with the kid later."

"I will guide her so that she does not choose the wrong choice."

****

And what the mother said was proven true. Because of Alsava, at the age of seventeen had to become engaged to a distant relative. Alsava did not know the person personally, only knowing him briefly at family gatherings and meeting his figure throughout life.

He was tall, arrogant and handsome. Something that most of the members of the Alsava's family had on average when they had important positions in the company. In a party similar to a funeral, Alsava simply ducked, lamenting her destiny and strength towards her mother, who always felt right.

"I know what's best for you," said the woman, when she met Alsava in the bedroom, hours before the engagement. Night dress is already ordered. Food from the restaurant comes, waiters, decorators, cutting back and forth decorative lights, white flowers in the corners, glasses that have been arranged to resemble a pyramid, as well as chandeliers and white cloth dangling like a spider web.

Of course her world had ended, but her mother remained beside her as if waiting for the day of resurrection.

"With him, you will have a better future."

"I don't know him, Mom."

"You will get used to it later."

"But I'm still young."

"... and will soon grow."

"Why now?"

"So you don't choose the wrong choice. Come on, hurry up, the make-up artist is here. Time to dress you up."

Alsava denies it, but her mother has come out of the room and left her with a stranger who is busy fixing it now.

Then night fell, all the lights were turned on, revealing a beautiful minimalist decorated room decorated with white flowers. Not many came, only close friends, family and relatives. The man engaged to Alsava was a distant cousin, a twenty-four year old man. If I'm not mistaken the name is Dan Iswara Aryastya.

If only by then Alsava had not been in a state of distress and suffering. Maybe she will admire Dan Iswara as a handsome man. How could he not, the man's body is tall, with a firm jaw, sharp nose, sharp eyes, and neat hair that shows the characteristics of an educated person and likes tidiness.

But tonight, when a white dress and forward entered the show. She felt very heavy and nauseous. There is a desire to run at once, escape, but where? Just alone, an only child, her entire family wants Alsava to get engaged and tie himself up with someone dont knows who.

Move forward, take a step. It was as if she was a witch who was hanged because she had cast the wrong spell. Alsava glanced at the people around her: face stiff and full of wrinkles. They are people who are tired and tired of being enslaved to work. And Alsava was one of the slaves who had to obey at the altar of offerings.

What did Alsava know, when her hair was curled and pinned a tiara with pearls. Her life has ended. As she climbed onto the small podium where her fiancé waited with his parents. In the midst of family fatigue, this simple and sacred ceremony was held.

There are no special promises, only prayers, hopes, and dreams that are thrown along with the sparkling decorative lights hanging arrogantly on the ceiling of the house. After a brief procession of applications - just for formality, they had to face each other in official arrangements and get together.

"With this, Dan Iswara Aryastya and Alsava Oksana, representing both families, have tied themselves up in the engagement promise." The prospective fiancée's father, opens his voice, starts a party wrapped in thick formality.

The roar in Alsava's chest intensified, she had to refrain from all emotions or her family would be ashamed to find her shed tears - which is not a sign of happiness.

"The one symbolized by the ring." Dan's Father declared.

The words kept ringing like a prayer of death. Her own mother was standing close by as if encouraging her by giving her a gaze, "you can do it!" to the only daughter.

"May I?" Dan cut through the chaos of Alsava's mind. The girl nodded, stretched out her left hand and opened the fingers on the palm so that Dan could freely wrap the ring around her ring finger.

"My turn." Alsava thought, her ring finger feeling numb. But he still had to follow the procession and pin the same ring to Dan's left ring finger. Done. The two of them are officially engaged now. The whole family says thanks God. But not with Alsava.

Prang!

The sound of glass and ceramics clashing broke the silence of the sacred ritual. Suddenly all heads turned back - including Alsava. Behind the glass pyramid and the banquet table, a girl, crouched apologetically and walked away from where the shards of glass had scattered.

She stood up, came out from behind the invited guests table. Immediately picked up the tiny white bag and walked while lowering her head. Her purple dress swept the room until the front door. The waiter who was on guard immediately opened the door and gave a saturated smile.

The girl disappeared without greeting or exchanging greetings with those around her. As if to avoid, as if wanting to escape from a boring atmosphere - fast or painful. Either it was the influence of Alsava's sadness - or not, the girl was seen crying.

"Why?" A relative whispered softly. In a quiet room, everything can be heard clearly.

"Why, who, how?" said everyone.

"She's sick, it's okay." Alsava's Mother replied, she hung both sides on Alsava's open shoulders. Serenity. "Her face is very pale, it must be forcing itself."

"Yes. But actually, the one who is sick is me." Alsava crying inside.