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Brayens

Brayen Lyansi, is a handsome man from America, although not yet officially an Indonesian citizen, but he settled in Indonesia. His work is centered here, and he loves this country. Love their hospitality, easy smiling, and rich culture. The man loves a variety of differences, but somehow, his differences are considered taboo. More precisely his love.

There is nothing wrong with love, but to whom it is gray, whether to the right person or not. Or maybe the love is anchored to the wound-maker.

Brayen's disinah was at this moment, his love which once brought him happiness, now gave him wounds. I don't know, maybe this is why people love differences, so they don't realize the mistake of the difference. The man sighed many times, looking at the night sky. Looks so beautiful, added with the beautiful city of Jakarta at night. Street lights are brightly lit, as if showing luxury and beauty, from the city of Jakarta presented.

The beautiful scenery was not able to make him calm, but when he felt restless, then the view of the night was what made him calm. But this time it was different, not the night sky, and not the beautiful street lights. It all seems like a hollow sight.

Brayen's mind kept on remembering all the words from Chandra. The shadow of the man continued to float in his mind. As if running away, and never going to be able to get out, the handsome man immediately brushed his hair, as if dispelling a mischievous shadow in his mind. But the shadow became more and more real, forming a beautiful memory of the money they formed, but the beautiful memory was followed by a bitter reality, which stretched before him.

Flashbacks.

"Do you really love her, or just to get you healed?" Brayen looked carefully at Chandra, hoping that what Chandra was going to say gave him some hope. It's just that if Chandra does not like him anymore then he must accept it with airy chest, hoping this is the best, but Brayen is still Brayen, who needs certainty.

"If I have dared to go this far, is it necessary to ask?" Chandra smiled at Brayen.

The man smiled wryly, the call made by Chandra has now changed. If I was you, but now I am. As if asserting that Chandra has forgotten their relationship, and is ready to run his relationship with his beloved woman, Aliya.

Yes, this answer will make Brayen sick the most, but it will also make Brayen adamant that Chandra's love is no longer for him. Hasn't Brayen promised himself to be strong? Especially if you have to accept this reality.

End flashback.

Brayen somehow sighed, he did not know what to do, complaining to whom. He lives a kara in Indonesia, his adoptive brother somewhere, until now a fugitive. The two men he had considered to be parents had also died. His life is now back on its own, covered in glittering luxuries, and possessions cannot make him happy.

It was a fake smile that he made into a mask. Brayen again sipped the wine available in his refrigerator. Again he had to be accompanied by this wine again on the day of his heartbreak. Well, wine as his true friend, who will not leave him when he is sad.

Pandnagan eyes Brayen scrutinized every corner of the city that looked on his large glass. The view suddenly turned to a building that was quite close to his apartment building. The building is painted blue white with an additional emblem in the building. No doubt it is a luxurious hospital, a hospital where people who are in class with him.

Yes, Brayen never believed in a heart set by God. He has no god, even in the civilian record of American citizens he is noted as irreligious. His parents were atheists, he was never baptized, let alone circumcised like Muslims do. He's irreligious, has no grip. Suddenly there was a sense of wanting to complain to people or anything, but he did not know to whom.

Only he believed, Chandra used to but the man he loved had also chosen to leave. Now there was nothing else he could trust, only himself. Only he would never hurt himself.

Brayen immediately pulled out the business card Chandra gave him, perhaps one last time, Brayen flipped it over. Brayen sighed, Brayen reread the name of the doctor.

"Juwita," muttered Brayen, putting a card on the table next to the finished wine bottle.

Brayen again stepped into his refrigerator, to take another sip of his wine. Calm his mind, and take his mind off for a moment. Even though tomorrow will remember her back.

"Chandra," Brayen muttered as the third bottle had run out. The man continued to look at the sky that was not sprinkled with stars. The starlight was dimmed by the dim night lights of the city, as well as his heart. His heart felt numb as he remembered all his stories.

"Do I have to let you guys be happy? Aghs... I don't want to" Brayen pulled back his already disheveled hair.

Brayen's memory continues to drift into remembering the word Chandra, who now only considers her a good friend. Brayen clucked in frustration, the man walked up to the naklas, pulling a small drawer, where there was his photo album with Chandra. Togetherness that will be missed, but if it does not end, then he himself will be tormented.

Brayen opened each sheet, then wiped each sheet of photos they took, while together in several places. They never vacation together, but some things their company cooperation, make them have a lot of time together. Before the end their relationship is halted by Mr. Omer and mistress Mona.

Their togetherness dwindled further, as Mr. Omer tightened Chandra's activities, forcing him to seek treatment. And it's true that Chandra already likes a girl.

Is this a disease? But we're not there a disease, it's not a disorder, it's just a difference. Why is everyone here saying his illness? Brayen muttered looking at the photo of Chandra and himself.

Brayen looked back at the street lights that seemed to be slowly dimming, as dim as his heart that had now gone rogue. "Love? Is it just for normal people?"

Brayen immediately grabbed a small tube of iron, then turned on the match, and began to burn every photo of their togetherness. "Good bye."