CALL ME MAS! SEASON 2

Love Doesn't Know the Rules

...☘Liver dilemma changes taste,...

...existing love is not a disaster☘...

In the afternoon it is seen sitting pensively and leaning against the side of the bed. Tears that flowed began to dry, the eyelids of the 30-year-old girl turned moist.

Limar Mahatma, it turns out he can't help himself, when a love comes and it turns out to be unusual. The man was married, and Limar's feelings could not be controlled anymore.

"Did I love her so much?"

Limar who never felt that, even he was very careful when he knew the figure of a man. Why can he have feelings for a married man.

Even the man who is known to be a champion, very ordinary, not from among like himself, and far from the criteria of a Limar Mahatma.

"What should I do? My heart hurts so much."

Limar who was celebrating his friend's birthday party, in a hotel with his friends, and on the way home, Limar saw a bang jago who was carrying his daughter, in a park, and he was holding his daughter, which is not far from where Limar is partying.

Celebrated on Sunday afternoon and finished the birthday party, Limar left the hotel. It turned out that Limar found the answer to his feelings.

"Lord!!"

Limar's voice was very loud, but at this time it was raining very hard. No one saw her crying, no one heard her crying and yelling.

The residence of Yuda Mahatma, the father of Limar Mahatma is very spacious, building like a palace and surrounded by a large courtyard.

No matter how loud Limar sounds in the room, no one will hear him. Even the family or the Eyang, whose room is not far from the Limar room.

Lightning flashes and heavy rain stubs still accompanied the grieving Limar figure. His heart was deeply wounded, but Limar had only felt a special feeling in his heart for the first time.

"He's married?! Even he has a child. Then how should I?!"

Limar who was still downcast and did not understand how to feel heartbreak. It seems to hurt so much.

Love does not know the rules, it can exist for unknown people. Even that feeling was very inappropriate for the figure of the man, who was of family status.

"It hurts, my heart hurts."

Inner Limar who was still crying, she did not know what she would have to face later. If you meet him again, it will reach the heart.

Limar stood up and approached the dressing table in the room. He looked at himself sharply, the look of the face that was not worn, the eyelashes that looked slanted, the make-up of the face that was already very messy, from the eye liner, from the eye liner, the lipstick and everything on her face, really made her sick.

"Love? Of love? I hate this, I hate this!"

Limar who was shouting and had already ransacked his dressing table, everything on the table had fallen very scattered.

The unusual atmosphere of Limar really felt his pain, loving someone who was already married.

"I'm not Siska."

"I should be able to forget it."

Limar looked at himself in the shade, what he had in his heart, he should be able to forget and should let go of his feelings.

Grabbing a pair of scissors in her dresser drawer, slowly taking her to the bathroom.

The steps are unusual and feel so heavy. Walk into the bathroom and open the bathroom door.

It was as if the voice of someone he hated was mocking him. Again Limar was like he was hearing Siska laughing, for what Limar was experiencing at this time.

Siska was a usurper of happiness, and it was still in her mind, if Siska was only a third person, in the household life of her parents.

"I don't want to be like Siska."

Shouted Limar as he turned the shower faucet inside his bathroom. The rushing water from above had already started to splash his head. His right hand held a pair of scissors.

"I have no love."

Limar's left hand grabbed the edge of his hair and cut off the hair of Limar Mahatma, the notoriously cold and arrogant lady at the place where he worked, when he was heartbroken like he had no authority at all.

Bowed with wounds in the heart, sitting on the running water, the red dress she was wearing had turned darker and darker, her face had turned cold.

Slowly grab the side of the wall and start standing. She did not want to fall into grief, let alone just because of her feelings of love, and it was not a disaster for her.

"This feeling is nothing!"

It is not Limar Mahatma that just because of love, it will destroy him. He could not bear the pain of that feeling. His name was also Limar, there was a haughty side in his mind, and it was used to happening.

"Hems, he opened my type. Why am I crying."

Limar began to wipe his tears, slowly starting to smile cynically. The man in his heart is different. But it was true, the man was very far from the Limar criteria. But love comes and goes it's for sure, it's just that Limar won't convince himself.

"There are other men. She's not at my level."

It turned out that Limar was crying again, and threw his scissors at the mirror in the bathroom. Limar still felt his feelings so painful. Just this time Limar suffered a heartbreak that tortured his heart.

The sound of a room knocking and there was someone calling his name. But Limar did not expect that sound.

"Sir Limar, open the door."

Limar walked over, slowly coming out of the bathroom. It looked staggering with its face turning pale, and there was no passion in him. Limp, and feel drifting.

"Bak Limar, not the door."

"Mak Limar."

The sound of knocking on the door rang out loud, the handsome Brother was still standing in front of the door of the room.

"Bak Limar, why is the door locked?!"

When the door opened and looked at Limar who was no longer care. It looks like the dress of the Brother is soaking wet, the make-up has worn off, the hair looks messy, and unsightly.

"My brother's coming." Limar's voice softly, and began to hug the Sky who was looking at him sharply.

"Bak Limar why?"

The sky still looked shocked and in disbelief, if her sister could be frustrated and unsightly, it was not the usual Limar she had seen.

"Dec, when are you coming home?"

"Sir Limar, I just arrived."

The sky began to enter Limar's room, and Limar with a sweet smile embraced his sister.

"Why are you so faced? Sky, are you shocked?"

The sky turned to his brother and said "Hems, I know, this must be a surprise for me. Is it Mama?!"

Limar smiled and put his body on the bed with a smile. Then say "Yes, Deck! Another surprise, you already have a new sister."

"Owh, that. I already know. Mother has told me."

"Good,... Congratulations to both of us, my sister."

"Bak Limar is drunk?!"

"What do you mean?!"

The sky approached his brother and asked "Mbak Limar, are you like Mas Lingga? Made a mistake?!"

"Hems, me? Me?! I didn't do anything wrong. I just___"

Limar turned out to be drunk, and Sky was quite confused to take care of the brother who could not be spoken to.

"Bak Limar, just sleep."

The limar in the bed was unconscious. The sky came out of the room to call the maid, and the sky was in complete disbelief, what she saw just now, not like her old sister. Her brother is firm, and very charming.

"From Dad, everything in this house changes."

The sky seemed to shake, not liking the current atmosphere. He had not returned to Jakarta for a long time, when he came home, it turned out that the atmosphere was not the same anymore.