LOGINAmy is a nobody at school--a nerd. Derek is a now distant friend turned popular badboy. What happens when the badboy falls for the unknown nerd? What will this journey of two unlikely people bring? Find out in this story, Ill Met By Moonlight.
View More"Ahh .... Mas Ilham. Terus ...."
Langkah Aina Maharani terhenti seketika. Tubuhnya meremang, darahnya berdesir hebat saat mendengar suara desahan wanita yang begitu asing dari arah kamar utamanya.
Dengan tungkai gemetar, Aina memaksa kakinya melangkah mendekat. Pintu kamar itu tidak terkunci, sedikit terbuka, seolah sengaja membiarkan suara-suara dosa di dalamnya terdengar keluar.
Aina mendorong pintu itu perlahan. Dan detik berikutnya, dunianya runtuh.
Di atas ranjang pernikahan mereka, suaminya—Ilham—sedang menyatukan tubuh dengan seorang wanita tanpa sehelai benang pun. Mereka begitu larut dalam gairah, mengabaikan keberadaan Aina yang kini berdiri mematung dengan napas tercekat. Kantong belanja di tangan Aina terjatuh, menimbulkan suara gaduh yang akhirnya membuat Ilham menoleh.
Pria berkacamata itu berhenti sejenak, menatap Aina dengan pandangan kosong tanpa rasa bersalah.
"Oh, kamu sudah pulang?" tanyanya datar, seolah Aina hanyalah tamu tak diundang.
Tangan Aina mengepal hingga buku-buku jarinya memutih. Satu tahun pernikahan, ia rela menyerahkan sisa harta peninggalan orang tuanya demi modal bisnis Ilham. Ia rela menjadi istri penurut. Namun, balasan yang ia terima adalah pemandangan paling menjijikkan ini.
"Mas Ilham! Tega sekali kamu ...." Suara Aina bergetar hebat, air mata mulai membanjiri pipinya yang pucat. Telunjuknya mengarah pada wanita di sebelah Ilham. "Dan siapa wanita murahan ini?"
Amarah membuat Aina melupakan sopan santunnya. Namun, Ilham justru merengkuh bahu wanita itu dengan santai.
"Jaga bicaramu, Aina. Dia Della, kekasihku," jawab Ilham dingin. "Dia bisa memberikanku apa yang tidak bisa kamu berikan."
"Kekasih?!" Aina menjerit tertahan. Rasanya ia ingin meledak, menghancurkan segalanya. Namun, sebelum ia sempat bergerak, ibu mertuanya—Tari—muncul di ambang pintu.
"Ada apa ini? Kenapa ribut-ribut?"
"Ma, Mas Ilham—"
"Jangan dengarkan dia, Ma. Aina cemburu melihatku bersama Della," potong Ilham cepat.
Harapan Aina agar ibu mertuanya membela dirinya musnah seketika saat sebuah tamparan keras mendarat di pipinya.
Plak!
Sudut bibir Aina perih, rasa asin darah mulai terasa.
"Dasar tidak tahu diri!" bentak Tari dengan mata nyalang. "Harusnya kamu sadar posisi! Della akan menjadi istri kedua Ilham karena dia bisa memberikan keturunan. Tidak sepertimu, wanita mandul!"
Aina memegang pipinya yang panas, menatap dua orang yang seharusnya menjadi keluarganya itu dengan pandangan kabur oleh air mata.
"Kenapa kalian jahat sekali? Apa salahku?" isak Aina pilu.
"Salahmu karena kamu tidak berguna di rumah ini," Tari mencengkeram lengan Aina, menyeretnya kasar keluar dari kamar. "Mulai sekarang, belajarlah menerima nasib. Kalau Della hamil nanti, Ilham akan segera menceraikanmu!"
Pintu kamar ditutup keras tepat di depan wajah Aina. Dari dalam, tawa manja Della dan suara Ilham kembali terdengar, mengoyak sisa-sisa hati Aina yang telah hancur.
Seakan belum puas menambah garam di luka Aina, Tari kembali berkata kejam. “Kalau kamu sadar diri lebih baik kamu diam. Bersikaplah seolah kamu buta, dan tuli. Dengan begitu aku akan membiarkanmu tetap tinggal di rumah ini.”
Malam itu, Aina meringkuk di depan pintu, memeluk lututnya sendiri.
"Pa ... Ma ... Aina kangen," lirihnya, memanggil orang tuanya yang telah tiada karena kecelakaan pesawat dua tahun lalu.
Di rumah mewah ini, ia sendirian.
Benar-benar sendirian.
Amy stumbles out of Mrs. Brampton’s class, muttering. After nearly an hour, the most part of it spent chastising Amy (mostly) and the other students about time-consciousness and punctuality, Mrs. Brampton had finally gone on to teach them poetry. Amy is beside herself with something akin to rage. Her face is flush with colour, but so are most of the other students who are leaving the class. At least, she didn’t get any after-school. She couldn’t imagine another minute in a space with indomitable, rigid Mrs. Brampton. Today of all days. Today. Perfect! The walk to her locker is short, mostly because she stomps nearly all the way, swinging her short legs without care; Kosi is nowhere to be found, probably having one of her own classes. It does not bother Amy that she might be late for her own class—no one is ever early to Music class. Except you’re Travis. Beautiful, magnifi
Amy stands in front of her locker, cussing and muttering as she wipes the remnants of the tomato off her book. She has cleaned the juice that was splattered on her face as she walked into the school, but her book had been the one that had taken the brunt of the assault. It was lucky that her reflexes were fast else she’d have been well on her way to being named Tomato Pie before the day ran out. She pulls another tissue from her locker, groans, and begins to wipe the book. It is no good, she knows, because the book is already soaked through. Nonetheless, she hopes to at least eradicate the red stain on the book. When the cover page of the book sloughs off because of her vigorous scrubbing, she lets out another groan in anger and bundles up the tissue into a soft, soggy ball and throws it down along with the other tissue papers she has wadded up. She groans again and stands staring from book to pile of soggy tissue to bo
The moon is bright tonight. Not for the first time in the week, Amy gazes up at the glowing ball of light in the sky, wondering… marvelling. “Penny for your thoughts?” a voice interrupts her gazing session. The shock breaks her reverie and she turns back awkwardly, stepping on her gown in the process and tripping headlong to the leaf-carpeted ground. Her father grimaces and shakes his head. “You always were one to fall…” he kneels down beside her, offering a hand which she accepts gratefully and rises up, brushing off dry leaves from her gown and doing her possible best not to be redder than the decaying leaves. “I was just—” she mumbles. “I know—it’s fine. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have creeped up on you like that.” Her father smiles, and she joins him too, grateful for his presence.
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