Honey-Shit

AYANA'S POV

Crazy bad!

I won't lie that today is the worst day of my life. I don't know what kind of mistake I made when God punished me this badly. I'm so upset, I swear!

I'll tell you one by one about my bad luck today, which I think is really excessive. In my opinion, there is not a single day that is more annoying than today. Fon't tell me I'm exaggerating!

First, let me introduce myself. You can call me Ayana. And now it's time for me to tell you about the problems that came like a bomb. By the way, it's Tuesday.

My first problem is that I'm late for school. Maybe this is too cliché. But believe me, I didn't wake up late. This is all because of the traffic jam this morning. But that's not too bad, and it's understandable.

Let's move on to my second problem.

Because I came to school late, I got punished for sweeping the backyard. Oh my gosh, is it really bad? The yard has a lot of dry leaves. Remember, I'm a student, not a school cleaner. It's really annoying to be reminded of this.

My problems didn't stop there, and my third problem made me feel like my head was going to burst. How could I not be upset? I arrived late, and then I was told to clean up the yard with garbage that was probably equal to my sins, and then I added this. It's really bad luck today. Do you want to know what it is?

I forgot that today is the last day to submit the practicum assignment that was given two weeks ago by my teacher. Damn it, where last night I even played my phone. My life is really bad. Being a rock seems better, I can relax all the time.

Okay, I think I have to take a breath first.

Next, jump to my fourth problem. All my life, when it comes to pocket money, I won't forget to put it in my bag or wallet. But this time, I completely forgot to bring it and left it on the kitchen table. Oh my! I'll just wait for whoever it is. How unlucky my life is!

How terrible is my problem today? Already arrived late, then punished for sweeping, suddenly there was a teacher's assignment from two weeks ago and I stupidly forgot, then added my pocket money was left behind?

Can I shout loudly? Can I? Okay, I'll shout.

HOLY SHIT!

Okay, I'm pretty relieved now.

And my only wish at that time was that it would rain money so I could eat at the cafeteria with my friends. I wanted to borrow from them, but I was embarrassed. My friends must also have a small allowance, right?

Don't think my bad luck stops there. No, there's more. And this is my last problem today, but the problem that I think is the worst can't be ignored.

You want to know what it is?

So here it is, coming home from school. I was surprised by my mom's statement that soon I would be engaged to a doctor.

Yes, the doctor who treats sick people. Ah, my misery is complete today. I'm actually still confused. What is the purpose of my mom setting me up with that man?

I don't have any plans to get married in the near future! I still want to be free, like my friends. The doctor looks much older than me again.

And what exactly was my mom thinking?

Just because he's a doctor, does that guarantee my happiness in the future? That's not the concept!

I'm the one who lives my life, why is my mom busy choosing a soul mate for me? I already have a boyfriend anyway!

The point is, I don't want to get engaged or married to those old man! No way, I'll refuse whatever the reason is. It's really disgusting to be a young wife!

Just because he's a doctor, it's so easy for him to seduce me? That's how unclean he is.

Bad bad bad bad.

It's really bad.

This can't happen! After all, I'm still in high school, my future is still bright, my life journey is still long, and there are many pleasures that I have to try one by one.

Instead, I was told to get engaged by that shucks doctor. What a bummer!

In addition to being confused about the way my mom was willing to bait her own daughter with him, I was also confused about what the doctor was thinking.

Who does he think he is to dare ask me to be his wife? I swear, my head is spinning thinking about this. There are many women who are the same age as him, but why is he even eyeing me, who is still in high school? Why?

You'll see, I'll do anything to make him feel bad for me and think twice about making me his wife. He'll change his mind. I guarantee it.

In the evening, I went to my mom's room to make sure once again about the engagement. Who knows, right, if my mom has been bitten by the devil?

I knocked on her door three times, until finally her voice came from inside. Good! She hasn't slept yet.

"Come in, the door is unlocked," my mom said.

Don't wonder why my mom knows that I knocked on the door. My mom and I live together. My dad passed away when I was in middle school, and until now, I haven't really let go. I still feel sad. But it's okay, I'll just pray for the best for my dad. Shouldn't I be immersed in endless sadness when I still have a lot of happiness?

After getting instructions from my mom, I stepped into my mom's spacious room. I saw her in front of the dressing table applying night cream.

"What's wrong?" she asked quietly, looking at me through the mirror. Meanwhile, I let out a rough sigh and decided to sit on my mom's bed.

"I have something to talk to you." I replied spontaneously. I tried my best to make my voice sound annoyed.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"You should know!" I said angrily, "It's about that annoying fiancé. Are you serious about setting me up with him?"

I saw my mom let out a long sigh, before she finally turned around and looked at me tiredly. "Ayana, this is for your own good."

Shit, what a classic answer.

AYANA'S POV

I saw my mom let out a long breath before she finally turned around and looked at me tiredly. "Ayana, this is for your own good."

I spontaneously clucked my tongue. "What's good, mom?" I asked angrily. Okay, it's time for me to fight my mom. I don't want to be controlled, this is my life. It's obvious that whatever decision I make, I make it myself.

"Ayana, listen and believe what I say. I'm sure this is the best thing for you, Doctor Pandu is the right match for you."

Oh, so the old man's name is Pandu. He's my future husband? Seriously? Well, I don't want to be his wife!

What the hell is my mom doing? Can't she find a man younger than him? At least my age. Don't be like this, what will my friends say if they find out? I'll be ridiculed all over again.

"How come you are managing my life anyway? I don't want to get engaged, let alone marry that old man!" I argued, already fed up. It's also annoying how long it takes.

"Ayana, I don't-"

"Don't manage how?" I cut in quickly. My temper was slowly rising, and I looked at my mom angrily. "I'm also still in high school, mom, and you also want me to continue my studies until I graduate? I can't stop thinking about you. What are you trying to do to victimize me like this? I don't want to get married, especially to an old man!"

I was completely out of breath after talking so insistently with my neck veins involved. My chest was rising and falling with emotion, and I tried to neutralize my uncontrolled breathing. My sharp gaze then drew me right into my mom's eyes.

For a moment, she didn't answer any of my rebuttals, until finally the busy woman let out a long sigh. She got up from her makeup chair and decided to sit next to me.

"Ayana, listen to me," she said while stroking my shoulder. "Don't underestimate marriage, it's not as bad as you think."

I was really annoyed with my mom. What did I ask, and what did she answer? But I refrained from listening to my mom for the time being.

"And you shouldn't underestimate Doctor Pandu either, Ayana. Although he's already twenty-eight years old, I'm sure he can take care of you. He's mature, his emotions are controlled, and he's not unstable anymore. And Doctor Pandu is also handsome."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I'm even more annoyed with my mom, my ears feel like they're going to burst listening to her constant praising of those shucks. "If he's handsome, why should I be the candidate? There must be a lot of women out there too."

Mama chuckled softly while flicking my nose. "Because my daughter is beautiful, so you're a match for him."

I swear, I'm really tired. Do I no longer have any hope of escaping this pit of problems?

"Now I ask once again, what is your motive for setting me up with that old man?"

"Be polite when you say it," Mom admonished. "It's not nice if Doctor Pandu hears what you're saying. He's not old, he's already mature at that age."

"I don't care if he's handsome, mature, or a doctor, if in my eyes he's an old man, I don't want to marry him."

"Not marriage, you just want to get engaged," argued mom.

Well, that's the same thing! I'm going to be tied down by him. Even though I won't be getting engaged for a long time, like what my mom told me, I'll still end up getting married? How annoying is that?

"You keep changing the subject, so once again, I will ask. What's your motive for setting me up with him?"

"There is no motive at all, Ayana," said mom as she smiled warmly at me.

"Lies!"

My mom let out a short sigh. She positioned her body closer to me, then wrapped her right hand around my shoulder. And then I saw the smile that was plastered on her lips again.

"You'll know the answer from him."

"Mom..." I whined in a dramatized tone of voice, and with this, I hoped my mom would know what I wanted. Hopefully, this method will work.

"Yes, dear."

"I don't want to get married, mom!" With a sullen face, I persuaded my mom by shaking her hand. I guarantee my face now looks like a monkey mask. But I don't care, I just want to be free from all this.

"Pandu is a good man. He is authoritative and very polite to me. You have to accept him, he will guide you. Your childish nature matches Pandu, who is already mature."

I regretted begging like that if, in the end, I couldn't argue with my mom at all. I'm getting more and more annoyed with her.

"This is my life, I'm the one who runs everything, not you or anyone else. I still have a long way to go, and I still want to be free, not constrained by this annoying marriage. Do you understand how I feel?"

"I understand."

"If you understand, why didn't you follow my request earlier? I don't want to marry or get engaged to that man. He's too old for me anyway."

"Ayana..."

"I already have a boyfriend too!" I just beat her up, I don't care if my voice sounds brave to an older person. I don't care, I'm emotional right now.

"Ayana..."

"No matter what, I will reject the engagement. I can't prevent my choice. And I have no right to interfere in my love story!"

Maybe I was too mean to my mom for saying such harsh words. But what else can I do? I'm really annoyed with her. How easy do you think it is to accept someone you don't love?

I was really frustrated with this problem. Without looking at my mom, I immediately got up from the bed and walked quickly out of my mom's room with mixed feelings. My chest was hot, and my heart was beating faster.

"Ayana, listen to me first!"

I didn't care! I don't listen to my mom's shouts. What I want right now is something that will calm my feelings and thoughts.

I promise to apologize to her for my rude words. But not right now, I'm too lazy to face my mom. I closed the door to my mom's room with a quick and sarcastic motion, making a loud noise.

And I hope she realizes that her daughter is emotional and wants to be obeyed. Hope it doesn't hurt, right?

AYANA'S POV

In my room, which was so spacious that it was even bigger than my mom's room, I lay on my back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Until now, I couldn't stop thinking about my mom.

Did she actually have a debt with that family? Then, as a ransom for her debt, I became the victim. Damn, this is a soap opera. But it doesn't rule out the possibility that that's actually what happened. If that's the case, how could my mom really have a heart for me?

But that's not possible! My mom's economy is fine. I can prove that. If my mom's economy was in trouble, there's no way I'd be going to high school and traveling by car every day, and my allowance is pretty generous.

Dizzy thinking about my problems and all the other stuff, I sat up when my cell phone made a lot of noise. Who the hell is texting at this time of night?

I opened my phone and found out that it was Adit, my boyfriend, who was texting very much at one time. I'm actually too lazy to respond to people who text like this. Isn't it really rude? It makes me feel uncomfortable. But, it's my boyfriend who's texting me, so it's okay, I can understand it. I immediately swiped the last message from Adit, then read it.

Adit:

Hey, can I borrow money? I ran out of money, I'll replace it later.

I know that Adit is my boyfriend, but I sometimes get annoyed with his behavior. For example, like this. He actually owes me a lot.

But I don't feel comfortable collecting, I really love him. Adit is like that, he says he'll pay the debt later, but he owed me two Sundays ago, at four in the afternoon, in the school parking lot, and he hasn't paid it yet. Shucks, but what can I do?

If I collect it, I'll be told that I'm calculating with my boyfriend, stingy, or something that makes me feel guilty and uncomfortable.

I let out a long sigh, not even wanting to reply to Adit's message, the boy had sent another message.

Adit:

Ayana? You're not asleep yet, are you? Come on, honey, I really need money You transfer it to my account. I'll replace it later.

I think I need to be patient. I don't want to brag, but my family is quite respectable, even though my mom is a single parent, my life is always good, and what I want will be fulfilled easily.

My mom owns a very famous boutique business, with branches everywhere, so it's understandable that my life is good. But now my life is on the brink because of that annoying fiancé.

Adit:

Ayana? Hello?

My boyfriend is so impatient, it's crazy! I chuckled, then typed a reply message to him.

Ayana:

Yes, I'll transfer it to your account.

Adit:

Not later, please. I need the money now. You're my only hope. Please, will you?

If I didn't love that boy so much, I'd have kicked him first, so he'd be stuck on an electric pole. How annoying.

After that, I complied with his wishes. If Adit wasn't good-looking, how could I give him money for nothing? I lay back down on the bed, starting to daydream and imagine what could go wrong.

Ting!

My cell phone received another message. Don't tell me this is Adit again, who wants to get a loan because he didn't have enough money earlier? Oh shit, I'll be broke in no time. Adit was once like that.

It's a shame to break up with Adit. I've been dating him since... It's been a long time.

Lazily, I opened the message. But thank God, it wasn't from Adit, as I had just thought. It was from Cantika, my best friend. I'm most familiar with this one.

Cantika:

I'm bored at home. I can't sleep. Let's go to a club?

Cantika was secretly an asshole too. I smiled slightly and quickly replied to the message. Suddenly, I was really excited.

Ayana:

Okay. I'm also in a lot of trouble. I'll pick you up now, okay?

Cantika:

Yes, I'll be waiting.

Nightclubs have become my favorite place. Why haven't I thought of going there before? Every time I have a problem, I always get drunk.

I immediately stood up and looked for suitable clothes, then wrestled with makeup for a while, until finally I was ready and quite confident with my current appearance. Not forgetting that, I sprayed perfume so that the boys there would be attracted to me. Next, I put on my high heels and grabbed my bag.

Okay, ready!

I left the room and went down the stairs. Then I remembered my mom, my steps stopped, and I looked at her room. Should I ask my mom for permission? Ah, I'm still angry with her. There's no need to ask for permission.

I drove straight to the garage and drove to Cantika's house. When I got there, Cantika was already waiting at the gate. I opened the window.

"You took so long," she said as she moved forward and opened the door.

"There's no way I'm going to come straight here, of course I have to dress up first." I said defensively. Cantika didn't seem to care, she was busy with her cell phone again.

"It's unusual for you to invite me to a club, I'm usually the one who does it." As I focused on driving, I engaged Cantika in conversation so it wouldn't be so quiet.

Cantika turned to me. "I'm tired at home," she said, and I just nodded briefly. "So, what's wrong with you? Did you have a problem earlier?"

"Yes," I replied lazily.

"What is it? Can you tell me? I'm curious, usually you also confide in me, right?"

I turned my head slightly towards Cantika, who was looking at me curiously. I let out a short sigh and refocused on the road.

"Not right now, I'm lazy." It's not that I'm lazy, it's just that maybe the time isn't right. Who knows, my mom might change her mind and not set me up. Could be, right?

"But promise me, you have to tell me," Cantika replied.

I clucked my tongue and looked sarcastically at Cantika. "Yes, nag."