The End of Forced Marriage
Cook to eat together

Hearing Viva's question, Yudha made a small smile. He turned his face to face Viva who was next to him. Then Yudha confirmed her head again as she had, looking at the ceiling of her room.

"Anytime, he replied, Mom. I went to bed first" said Viva, raising his blanket to cover his stomach.

Viva began to close his eyes, but he was still awake. Sememtara Yudha, now looking at Viva at a glance and then turned his body in the direction where Viva slept. The real sleepless Viva immediately turned towards Yudha and opened his eyes. That happened too quickly, Yudha did not have time to divert her eyeballs let alone turn her body. Now the two are exchanging eyes with each other. At that instant also the heart of the beautiful woman was pounding.

"M-Mas hasn't slept?" tanya Viva tried to neutralize the heartbeat. He can't even change his view now. His eyes were like they were at home staring at that beautiful face in front of him.

"Wear the blanket until it covers your chest" Yudha said, turning back to Viva. By reflex Viva saw his chest that was filled and visible because his nightshirt was open. Viva was wide-eyed as he held his chest and covered the blanket until it covered the top of his head. Very embarrassed, he thought.

'But why would he humiliate me like that. Shouldn't his feelings be the same as I saw the intimate parts of my girl friend's body. He should have given a normal response. For example, don't bother me. Then I'll be ashamed, "inner Viva.

**

Next morning.

The sun was already welcoming, throwing its light through the gray curtain-lined glass of Yudha's. Viva opened his eyes. It's comfortable sleeping. But the roll that should feel tender turns the taste hard and warm. Slowly Viva managed to open his eyes perfectly. To his surprise, he embraced a man who was none other than Yudha. Viva quickly let go of his embrace. His heart is beating again.

Viva quickly got out of his sleep and walked up to the window. The curtains. The sun appears like the horizon. Below is a large street and also luxurious houses of various models and colors. It was like waking up in a 5-star hotel.

"It's beautiful, but it's not like this anymore. The thing that I see every day is the same, then it will become ordinary eventually. Especially if I am not working. Waking up and going to sleep is just this sight I keep seeing. My lecture was useless" Viva sneered at himself.

Viva turned his body, looking at Yudha who was still fast asleep. Undeniably, Viva really praised his good looks. But for him the man's temperament was not good.

Perfect physical definition for Viva. His nose was sharp, white, his eyebrows thick, his eyelashes were also pliable and his posture could not be expressed in words anymore his beauty.

'It seems he often sports. That means in his relationship as a gay man he dominates being a man, Viva's inner self.

"Huh, stop. I have to cook. I'll find the kitchen first. A big house like this, anything must be sought. Not like my house, the straight path has met the bathroom, kitchen, bedroom and all," he muttered again as he walked out of the room, leaving Yudha.

Viva went down the stairs and wildly looked for the direction he was going. I was confused where the kitchen was.

"Left, right, or front? Em, it seems to be left alone," said Viva who then walked following his mind.

"Yey, really. Oh my, crazy! This kitchen seems to be more expensive than my home. I just paid for such a small house."

Viva walked slowly watching the contents of the kitchen intensely. It was no exception to hold some items that he considered too unique and had never seen before.

"Huh, if so, when do I cook it. Nevermind." Viva's headed for the freezer. There's a lot of food there. But everything, instant.

"Wow! Mas Yudha cooked by herself. But this is western. Never mind, why not with this. My tongue blends in with expensive food as well" Viva says. He then took a few pieces of sausage, meat, peppers, and purple cabbage.

Moments later, the dish he had expected was finished. Grilled sausages covered in purple cabbage and a medium steak that became one with pieces of green peppers on top of the steak.

"Remove!" praise Viva for his own cooking.

Viva put the food on the tray and then brought it up. Where else if not his room with Yudha.

"Mas, Mas Yudha is awake." Viva shook Yudha's arm slowly. It didn't take long, Yudha opened her eyes and saw Viva smiling sweetly in front of her.

"What's wrong?" asked Yudha who was not sincerely awakened by Viva.

"Mas, breakfast together, yuk?"

Yudha moved from her place and saw a beautiful dish beside her. Yudha raised her eyebrows and then looked towards Viva again.

"It's not in the kitchen there's food. Why buy again?" ask Yudha.

"You cook?" joshua did not believe.

"Yes" said Viva.

"Good, this is a good result" Yudha said with a small smile.

"Thank you."

"Where did you learn from?"

"learned? Em, just popped into my head. Because I eat, so I always try to cook something that I have never tried before" said Viva.

Yudha took the plate for herself and immediately tried the contents. Viva followed Yudha. He also took a plate that also contained grilled steak and sausage, just like Yudha's. Both are delicious.

"Mas, I'll come to my house later, okay? I want to get my clothes and my bike" said Viva.

***

Willow walks leisurely while enjoying the cool of the night in Japan. Thankfully, the college business is done. Tomorrow he can start class.

Here he will start his new life. Without parents and survive with the savings that have been collected from he was a child first. But he also had to find a side job. His savings can not flower alone, then it must be interspersed with filling it also little by little. To cover his expenses.

He plans to return to Indonesia after 5 years. After all his education was completed and got a lot of money.

Willow pulled himself over on the park chair. Enjoying the scenery in the land of his dreams since childhood. And now it has become a reality, even though it must bring the harsh reality of this journey. He left his parents by force.

"Sumimasen, anata no tonari ni suwatte mo?desu ka? (Excuse me, can I sit next to you?)" ask someone who made Willow sober from his daydream.

"oh sorry, I'm new in japan. Can you use English? (Oh, sorry. I'm new in Japan. Can you speak English?), said Willow.

"Yes, I can. Can I say I sit next to you? (Yes, I can. I said, can I sit next to you?), "he asked again.

"Oh yes. Certainly. Please just sit down. (Oh yes. Sure. Please sit down)."

"Thank you very much, (Thank you very much)," said the tall man and sat next to Willow.

"Your welcome, (Together), "Willow said.

"by the way, which country are you from? (By the way, which country are you from?) ask the man.

"I'm from Indonesia, (I'm from Indonesia)" Willow said.

"Congratulations to the Japanese people" said the man later. Willow turned his head. Frowning her forehead because the person next to her now speaks Indonesian with her.

"You?"

"Yes, I'm from Indonesia, just like you. My name is Blue Arata." Blue extended her hand.

"Willow Selina" Willow said as he welcomed Blue's hand. "But your face is like Japanese and your name sounds like Japanese names, too" Willow said, watching the man with the nose.

"My father is from Japan, my mother is from Indonesia."

"Em, but all your languages are good and fluent. You live in Japan, but your Indonesian language is fluent without your joints and Indonesian dialect is also very good," Willow said.

"I went to elementary school up to Strata 1 in Indonesia" Blue replied.