BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO

106. There Will Be No Other Love

The coat that Bimasena was wearing was already wet. Wet with Nadia's tears. He no longer persuaded the woman to stop crying. Because he understands when crying can reduce the pressure of feeling.

He just let the woman sitting next to him cry on his shoulder.

While his hand rubbed the head of the baby sitting on his lap. The baby sucked a finger while looking at him.

It was half dark. Half the disk of the sun has set. In the western horizon, the sky is dominated by orange. Like a heart that begins to grow, because it will soon part with two people who are attached to the heart.

Baby Glor and baby mother, was the perfect painting in his heart.

He, Nadia and Glor were in the vehicle, on their way to the airport. It was delivered by a driver from FreddCo Energy.

Don't ask how her heart feels, so heavy to leave Nadia and Glor. Moreover Glor who was almost two weeks with him day and night. Never wanted to escape from his arms. Keep joking and playing with him.

Many times he went from one country to another. But only this time he saw how heavy it left behind and felt how heavy it left.

He often saw his mother's tears, whenever he left his mother. But a mother must let go of the child to seek life and build her own civilization.

He has found his life.

The woman sitting next to him as well as the cute baby on his lap, was his new life. It's not easy to leave them.

"As long as Daddy's gone, Glor can't be naughty? Can't repotin Mami. Glor's changing Daddy take care of Mommy." He asked Glor to speak.

But it makes Nadia even more sobbing.

It is not the right word.

"Wawwa mamma," said Glor. I don't know what that means. Or forbid her to go like the baby's mother?

I don't know why he seems to run out of words for Nadia. He was swept away in a sad and haru atmosphere. Since when did he become this melancholy guy?

"The house you choose, it's up to you to be happy which unit. When you have your choice, Aurel will complete the purchase. Penthouse - it's on your behalf. So you are the one who handed over with the developer," he said while peeping Nadia's forehead.

But the woman shook her head.

"I don't want a penthouse. I want you to not go first."

Why did the woman beside him not use logic? Does Nadia not think that the value of the property she just offered is more than 20 M? That is when feelings defeat logic.

Just like this morning, Nadia refused the two cards she gave.

"You have no obligation to pay for my life, Bim, because we're not married. Don't worry, I still have my savings. I will work soon. I can have my own income."

"It's not due to obligation. But because I love you Nadia."

"Now enough with his affection. The cards I received after we got married" Nadia refused.

"You forgot I'm Glor's father? Glor is my responsibility. Don't make me an irresponsible father," he concluded, then Nadia relented to receive the two cards.

But Nadia refused to move to the apartment or house she offered. Stay in the Catch of Kayla.

Now he's not just out of words. Also ran out of ways to persuade Nadia. The baby on her lap was more mature than the baby's mother. Glor just babbles himself, sometimes while sucking hands.

"Nadias. Now crude oil is there in the processing process to be used as fuel. Still in the distillation stage. After the entire oil processing phase is complete and BBM and LPG have been exported, I'm back here."

"How long?" repeated questions came out of Nadia's mouth.

"A little over three months."

"Old."

"How long does it take?"

"One week" said Nadia.

He laughed at Nadia's original reply.

"Mi amor (my dear), petroleum is not like breast milk, from the factory can be directly shaved. Petroleum must go through processing processes ranging from distillation, cracking, reforming, polymerization and alkylation, treating, and finally is the blending process. Then it becomes gas, gasoline, oil, wax and asphalt. After that, only supply and export."

"Mi amor what is it? Why do you call me mi amor."

So Nadia did not know apparently the meaning of mi amor. He could only help but laugh, so that the woman beside him would not be offended. Avoid letting Nadia's tear production exceed oil production in Venezuela.

"Mi amor means my dear."

"That's how you call miss that? Mi amor ?" Nadia wiped her tears.

Rather than respond to Nadia who leads to useless debates, she prefers humming to baby Glor. Reciting old songs. Which was greeted with a smile and adorable babble.

I have to repeat my love for you

Convince yourself

Has it crossed your chest of doubt

Trouble your heart

There will be no other love

Make sure my love is only for you

Have ever been bersit by you

I'm afraid of losing you too

^^^(There is no other love. Ahmad Dhani)^^^

He pretended not to see Nadia who was smiling, as it hid a smile on his arm.

His task this time was to greet two people at once. Baby and mother baby.

As a first class passenger, there were no obstacles for him to bring Nadia and Glor to enter the lounge waiting for the plane. An assistant from the airline has taken care of everything, from carrying luggage and helping with the immigration process. He will also take her on the plane.

And the toughest moment was .. when the assistant told him he had to get on the plane.

It's time to part.

Moreover, Glor did not want to escape from his carrier. Every time he got out, Glor cried.

Then perfect, seeing Nadia and Glor together crying.

Didn't he go to Venezuela to work and then come back? But Nadia and Glor took it off like a soldier leaving for the battlefield, who was not necessarily back alive.

Why does it feel like crying too? Since when did he become this kind of guy?

"You take good care of yourself, baby." He kissed Nadia. Then kissed the cheek of her son's bully many times who was now in Nadia's arms.

"Boy can't cry?" his cry to the crying Glor reached out to him, hoping to be carried by him.

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Glor was already asleep on the bed.

Now Nadia was sitting behind the window, staring out the window through the depths of the night. Go up there. To the black sky filled with the twinkling of stars. Up there, her lover was at this moment, unattainable by her gaze.

"What did Bimasena do on the plane? Did Bimasena also think of him like he thought of the man? Does Bimasena miss him like he misses that guy?"

Seconds after seconds was so heavy it went through without the man. What else should he count the days and months.

In just a week, Bimasena has transformed her persona into a spoiled and whiny woman. Though Tristan had forged her into a strong woman.

The man came to unravel the cloud in his heart after the divorce with Tristan. Such sweet words and treatment.

Why are you up there again?

I'm kangen ...