Aisle Time (Soldiers) The Past

Expressing A Feeling

Bima sat on the edge of the bed belonging to his great-grandfather, speechless after meeting with the Sahara. Intan also came to Bima who was silent.

"Bang, if you want to cancel it is okay Bang, if that's what you want. But as long as you remember, your love claps one hand, if you want to continue to pursue him please, will in any way. This marriage is the same - the same mandate, please you want to choose which one and which weight. As long as you know, I can already love you, whether you still keep chasing the uncertain, while definitely in plain sight."

"May we delay, we delay to leave. We leave until tomorrow. " Say Bima.

"What does Brother mean? "

"I want to solve the heart problem."

Intan felt very powerful, until both eyes glazed - glass with a sharp gaze toward Bima.

"Abang toying with me? Why should I delay. Just because a woman like Sahara, you remember, she doesn't love you, what you're going to beg for love. " Speak Intan in a high tone.

"Please, please, please finish it. "Chap Bima with a still smooth tone.

"Whatever, it's up to you if you want to go after him, go after a woman who is not clear. " Inan left Bima.

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The Sahara sits in front of Captain Hardi's pusara, gazing at the long-standing pusara with a bouquet of flowers that the Sahara carries.

"Captain, although yesterday was not real, but for me it was real. I felt how, at that moment. Thank you Captain, for your unreasonable timing. " Said Sahara with a smile.

"Sir Captain, I say goodbye first, I will come again. " The Sahara rubs the headstone.

As he was about to stand right behind the Sahara standing, Bima stood behind the Sahara. When turning around Sahara's body looked at the man who was taller than her.

"Why are you here? " Task Sahara.

"This is the grave of my family, my great-grandfather. What are you doing here? " Say Bima.

"Pilgrimage. " Say the Sahara.

"Oh. pilgrimage. " Say Bima.

Sahara will step her feet but in the barrier by Bima, to the right step to the right, to the left step to the left.

"Mom..!! "

"What...!! "

"Side, this at the funeral know don't joke. " Sahara said annoyed.

"Wait me. " Bima said then crouched in front of the navel of his great-grandfather to send a prayer.

After completion, Bima and Sahara died in the cemetery area, Bima headed towards his motorbike while the Sahara walked towards the exit.

"Good." Said Bima, Sahara as if he did not hear Bima chasing after the Sahara and pulled his hand.

"What the hell? " Sahara said while releasing Bima's hand from her arm.

"Go home with me. "

"Well? " Task Sahara.

"I want to talk to you. " Answer Bima.

"Speak it here. "

"Times in the hero's tomb. "

"It's okay - what. "

"Let's come. " Say Bima directly dragged the Sahara towards her motorbike, and immediately put on a helmet to the Sahara.

"Basic coercion. " Chairman Sahara.

"Good." Bima Say.

Throughout the journey of Sahara and Bima just silent, the motor either drove where it had been an hour or more just walking without direction.

"Where the hell is this going? " Task Sahara in a loud voice.

"don't know. " Answer Bima.

"Ih. not very clear, descend me. " Sahara says loudly.

"No..!!! "

"Down, if not I jump."

"try it. "

"Ih.. "

The motor was deliberately at high speed, until the Sahara also hit the back of Bima. From behind Bima's helmet smiled cunningly, while Sahara continued to hit - hit her back.

"Mom....!!!! " Shouted Sahara.

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Awwwwww

"It hurts...!! "

Buuuggghhh

"You want us to die the same - hah...!! " Shopper Sahara.

"It's you, bring it. " Say Bima.

"What do you want, hunted. " Sahara said annoyed.

Bima walked by the beach and sat while staring at the vast ocean that was soon setting.

"What do you want to say? " Tanya Sahara who has started to speak slowly.

"You know, I'm delaying going it for your sake. " Answer Bima.

"Huh..for my sake, why is it? " Say the Sahara.

"I love you. "

"Hahahahaha... want to say how many times this? I know, but I don't."

"You know, for me you're hard for me to forget. "

"Oh yeah, that's what you want Intan for? would you leave him and my purpose to marry you according to Papi's request. Don't bother you, until the apocalypse won't either."

"What do you feel, after knowing my face like Captain Hardi. "

Sahara silently did not answer what was asked by Bima, Sahara looked at the sun that began to sink with glassy eyes.

"His love is so immense, the love of a man who always wants to protect his partner. But everything changes, just for the love of it. "

"Your journey is long enough, you should be able to learn from there what love means. "

"But I don't love you."

"But I love you. "

"What makes you love me? "

"You're the first woman I've ever seen in my heart, seeing you from afar I've fallen in love. "

"Honestly, I don't want to because I don't want to have an Army husband like Papi and die shot while on duty. Having a soldier's partner is traumatizing for me. "

"Lantas, do you want to have what kind of companion your life looks like? "

"Origin not the Army. "

"If I wasn't an Army, would you? "

"Depending, maybe consider it again."

"Ok, I'm going out. And become ordinary civilians. "

The Sahara continues to belittle, while its gaze remains straight towards the sun that has sunk.

"You think I'm going to melt down, you think there's no one out there to express an oath of exposition to me. You better continue your wedding plans and Intan, I don't want to hurt Intan's feelings, you should know Intan loves you very much, respect her feelings. "

"I'm sorry, everything is clear which is important my heart is calm. After this I will not bother you anymore. "

"Yes, I'm sorry if I reject your love."

"It's okay - what. "

"We're going home now. " Take the Sahara that is already standing.

Bima nodded her head and got up from her seat, walking together towards the motor.

Sahara saw a black circle back but Sahara continued its steps, the dark circle was closed again.

"I won't go back there again, I have to be the real Sahara."

"You'll still be my first love, even if you refuse."

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