BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO

86. Reunion: The Unfulfilled Dream

Nadia immediately gave the flower bucket to a single woman. So that he stops being a laughingstock and joke of the invited guests.

The bucket was given to Reyna, not Mithalia. Somehow he was less pleased with Mithalia's lack of affection for the man.

What is ... jealous of his name?

No, it can't be anymore.

After that he walked to the other side of the ballroom, separating himself from his friends. Sit down to join the bridal family.

Make what?

Of course to stay away from.

When the heart is filled with longing songs. Who gave his name day and night. How does it feel to be in the same place as the one who is enthroned in your heart, while you are not reprimanding each other, as if one does not know each other?

Seeing it but no more reprimands, only a simple feeling. Nothing is more excruciating than this situation.

Why must there be an encounter, while he was struggling to bury all the memories? While he was struggling to heal the wounds from separation?

Why did the illusory man of his hope come back?

The net without being ruled always moves on its own, looking around for where the navy shirt guy is. It's not hard to find this guy. For wherever he stands, he will be a shining star. So that its brightness makes other stars will be dark.

But when the net caught the shadow of the man standing talking to some of his friends, at the same time the man was also staring at him. So that he hurriedly lowered his gaze with a racing heart.

He is also looking for work with his cell phone.

Look for baby names that will be given to their sons later when they are born. He asked Tristan to find a name. But until now Tristan has never mentioned a name for the baby who awaited his birth.

Without raising his face, his eyeballs again moved looking around. Encouraging him who alternately looked at the other person and looked at him.

Several times he stole a look at the navy-shirted man. And always at the same time the man looked at her. It was as if sending a message signal through a gaze. His brain was able to interpret the message, but his tongue could not describe it.

The various flavors were mixed together, as he knew very well that a pair of brown eyes firmly loved him.

Longing, guilt for turning in the middle of the road, sadness, a troubled heart, become a slowly killing weapon.

A hostile night. Alfredo's wedding reception became a well wound for him with the presence of the man who had grown flowers in the garden of his heart. Because he is an unfulfilled dream.

Until he feels he will no longer be able to hold back tears. He immediately stood up, walking in haste toward the ballroom exit.

I meant to shed her tears in the toilet. But too late, his tears had already been spilled when he was still in the ballroom. So he walked while wiping his tears.

In one of the women's toilet rooms, she cried stifled. Crying over the man who had made her now lost her desire, as if her life was currently just a hollow path.

Once satisfied with spilling his tears, he came out of the room. Then wash his face in the sink.

After that she took her cell phone from inside her clutches, then contacted her husband.

Nadia: Tris, we go home. I'm not feeling well.

Tristan: All right. Uh, where are you?

Nadia: I'm in the toilet, left side of the ballroom.

Tristan: Just wait for me in front of the toilet. I say goodbye to Alfredo and friends first.

He immediately dried his face using tissue paper. Then step out of the ladies' room.

Why is he standing there?

His feet suddenly trembled. His hands feel cold. He stood still silently staring at the man's face.

Seeing him emerge from inside the woman's toilet, the man stood upright facing towards her with both hands in his pants pocket.

They stood face to face with a distance of five steps adrift.

"Are you okay?" ask the man who has made her insomnia. Although the intonation sounded flat, yet he could see the anxiety within those brown eyes.

How can he answer when he is suddenly overwhelmed with fear? Not afraid of the man in front of him, because he really misses him. But worry if they caught someone's eye when they meet in front of the toilet. Then a sloping news that could damage his relationship back with Tristan.

"Bim, please don't see me again. Please don't come near me!" he shouted with a trembling voice, without answering the man's anxiety. His eyes returned to tears.

"So I saw you crying when I came out of the ballroom, I was worried, so I followed you" Bimasena explained.

"I'm sorry if it turns out that my actions disturb your calm" the man continued.

"Go Bim before Tristan comes" he said in a trembling voice.

"All right, I'm going. But do you remember the name I gave the baby?" sahut Bimasena's.

Making him gasp, so that he could no longer hold back the tears that were pressing out.

It turned out that Bimasena was still thinking about the child she contained.

He will never forget that name. But there was absolutely no intention to name her baby by that name. Tristan will give the baby a name. Shouldn't he kill his feelings for the man?

But not to offer rejection. He even nodded. So Bimasena smiled knots at him.

"Thank you Nadia. Take care of yourself and the baby." Bimasena nodded respectfully at him then turned around about to step away from him. "Excuse me!"

But unknowingly his mouth called out the man's name. "Bim!" he cried with a throat that was almost stuck.

So that Bimasena turned back, standing facing towards him.

"Are you okay?" He could not believe the question that just came out of his mouth.

But he could understand, if his mouth could feel how he was always worried about the man's condition. If he wants the man to live a healthy and happy life even without him.

"You don't have to ask me about Nadia. Because my circumstances are a reflection of your circumstances."

"If you still miss me, so do I. If you are not able to forget me, similarly, I also have trouble forgetting you," said the man.

"If you feel lonely because I am still trapped at the bottom of your heart, and vice versa myself. If my shadow can't go away yet, it's like your shadow. Keep bothering me," added Bimasena.

The words spoken from the man's lips seemed to caress him. Like a canticle of hope that cools the messy room of his heart.

But only false hope.

"But if you're happy with Tristan at last, then I'm happy for you. And sorry, I will always be there, to make sure you are happy. But you don't have to worry, I won't interfere with your relationship."

"Excuse me Nadia." The man again smiled wryly, nodded respectfully at him, then stepped away. The clattering of steps sounded until the man disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Now he is suffering more and more from the pain of love. Falling into unbearable pain.