14. Alex
The two of them walked towards the luxurious villa, affectionate and close, as if they were glued together by Aica-Aibon. Arriving at the terrace, the Lamborghini man pointed to the view. Indeed, the sunset view was magnificent.
"This twilight will be yours every day, Marti, if you marry me."
Marti approached the guardrail.
"Very nice. Every twilight is beautiful from here.”
The man came closer, embracing Marti from behind.
"Come on, let's get married, and everything here will be more beautiful.
Marti turned around, grabbed the man by the neck, kissed his cheek.
"You’re very nice."
"I love you so much, please marry me."
Marti looked down and then turned around again, staring at the twilight.
"I'm not the right woman for you."
"What could be more deserving than the woman I love?"
Marti turned to face the Lamborghini man.
"That's the problem, Alex."
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”Why?”
"I have no love."
"So you don't love me?"
Arti stroked Alex's hair.
"I really appreciate you, Alex, but please forgive me."
Alex turned to all directions, spreading his arms.
"You don't want all this?"
Marti looked at Alex with pity.
"I want a lot from this world, but I don't want to marry someone I don't love."
Alex stared at the sunset. The orange tinge in the sky was like love, but love on that day only meant pain for Alex.
"Well, I thought this twilight could buy you. It turns out that twilight isn't everything for you, either."
Marti hugged Alex from behind.
"We can still be friends, Alex."
Alex touched Marti's hand on his waist.
"Friends. Hmm. Hopefully, that word still has meaning in this messed-up world of ours.”
Marti covered Alex's mouth from behind.
”Shhh!”
***
Marti got out of her car and stepped into the nightclub, full of bartenders milling about. The spotlights from the stage, where a singer was singing a mournful love song, revealed a pool of cigarette smoke that filled the entire nightclub.
Mommy walked her along as they talked.
"Alex was crying on the phone, he didn't understand why you turned him down. Frankly, I don't understand, either."
"Not everything is for sale, Mommy."
"Would you rather continue your life like this?"
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“This is all I can do now. I'm satisfied with my choice."
Mommy shook her head, not understanding. They stopped by the clerk, who wrote down Marti's name and gave her a number.
"Actually, this is good for Sandra. He once asked if I knew who her father was,” Mommy said, still persisting.
“Damn her father,” Marti said as she stepped into the glass room with a large number on her chest and sat, now irritated.
This article was translated by Hyginus Hardoyo.
