Between Two Choices

sanctity

After all the guests came home Azmia immediately went into the room to change her clothes, followed Pras from behind.

"Mas Pras, you want to change your clothes?" keyla asked as calmly as possible to try to hold back her nervousness because now her heart did not stop running around.

"Yes. Did my suitcase get brought here, brother?" Pras asked Azmia.

"Well, let Key get his clothes ready" Keyla said.

"Well, I'll take a shower." Pras walks towards the bathroom while Keyla walks towards the wardrobe to pick up a change of clothes for her. Pras' clothes had been prepared on the bed then Keyla walked out of the room to his mother's room, he would clean himself in his mother's room.

"Why come here, Key?" mother asked Aminah when she saw Keyla entering her room.

"Key, want to clean up, Mom," Keyla replied.

"Oh, yeah." Aminah's mother invited her son to use her room and then she re-joined her relatives in the living room.

After cleaning himself Keyla back to his room, it turns out Pras was neat with casual clothes that he had prepared.

"Mas Pras, want to eat now?" ask Keyla.

"Later, here!" Pras told Keyla to sit next to him. Keyla approached Pras, who was sitting on the side of the bed.

"Thank you" Pras said, holding Keyla's hand.

"For?" Keyla was confused and asked back.

"Because you have chosen me, and are willing to live with me, if one day I go do not cry for my departure. I'm sure someone will take my place and take good care of you." Pras kisses Keyla's hand. "I will love you wherever I am" he continued.

"Mas, what are you talking about, it is better now Mas Pras rest first before the event later tonight," said Keyla. Hearing Pras' words, Keyla's feelings became unsettled.

"Stay like this, enjoy being together for the first time." Pras took Keyla into his arms.

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Over there.

"Now close your book, open a new book for a more beautiful future" said Heru while holding the shoulder of God.

"Makep, I'm sure you can," said Heru.

"Take me to the Amar coffe" said Dewa.

"You say what you do, don't do something that harms you." Heru was afraid of the drinking god that made him forget himself.

"No, just calm down. I just want to remember myself" God replied.

"All right." Heru drove his car to the Amar coffe.

Not only women or men are all the same when they are heartbroken sometimes make them forget themselves, some are suicidal etc.

It did not take long the car of the Gods had arrived at their destination, the Amar coffe. The god walked inside following Heru from behind.

"Well, boss sir, what is there tumben once visited here?" A young man welcomed them both.

"Love me a pack of cigarettes" God said without further ado.

"Ready," he replied, but his eyes looked at Heru with a gesture of asking what it was.

"habit." Heru who understood about the gaze of the man.

"Mar, coffee late two," said Dewa.

Amar-the owner of the coffee he's God's and Heru's best friend.

"Ready, Wa." Amar took a pack of MG and delivered it to the God's table.

"More." Amar came carrying a tray containing two late coffe and God-ordered MG then he put it on the table where God.

"Thank you, Mar," said Heru.

"Together." Amar joined with his best friend sitting beside Heru.

"Lu, must be upset again," guessed Amar. He had known the Gods for many years he knew how his best friend was because what Amar knew when the Gods smoked must have been his condition was not okay, something must have happened that hurt his heart.

"Sok knows, Lu," God's elak while lighting one rod RK.

"God - God, you think I'm a child, can be lied to," explained Amar.