Cracked Pearls

Decision Break

I gasped in aghast, breaking away from Nandan's embrace.

Goddamnit!

I really fell asleep. I glanced at the watch on my wrist that I hadn't cared about since we first met this afternoon.

Yes, God ... at 11:30 p.m.

"Dad!"

That name just came out of my mouth.

I stood up from the position and then circled around. Circumstances have been quiet. Only a few people were still crocheting at one point a part quite far away from us. Fun with their guitar and singing.

"Why don't you wake me up?!" my scolding on Nandan. "Dad must be furious!" keep worrying while reaching for the phone in my sling bag that is on the bench.

"I've contacted your father.” Nandan was suddenly beaten. “I said, you've slept in my sister's room.”

???

The phone in my hand dropped off slowly, as it turned out to be dead. My eyes then fell on Nandan. “What?” ask weakly. “What did you say?”

There was a rough breathing from Nandan's mouth. For a moment he turned his face in another direction. Like throwing away something I don't want to see. Then looked up at me with a sad look.

“Muti ...,” call him slowly. “Sit again here.” He pulled my hand, forcing me to sit next to him.

I feel another atmosphere inside Nandan. It looks a little bit. I looked at his face that was down. His nose dominated my vision.

“Your father is not angry,” he connected, facing back to my face with a big smile that seemed forced. A smile that actually implied fragility in it. I know it.

“You lied!” my hardik. “I know how possessive Daddy is. If you say I'm staying at your house, he'll come to pick me up!”

It was clear Nandan was flinched. Within a few moments he was silent. I look at you full of guilt. “You are, Mut.” He admitted at last. “I am indeed boong. Sorry me.”

For whatever sake, I was stunned. Anyone wouldn't have thought, she was Nandan-especially me. Nandan is a great boy known for his gentleness by everyone, including my father. Now he's kidnapping me. Even dare to turn off my phone without thinking what the consequences will be for me and also her in front of him in Dad's eyes.

“Nandan, you are honest with me. What is the same with you?” In the end, I sued. Try to keep it soft so it opens up. I put aside the fear of father's anger completely.

His behavior tonight is completely out of the ordinary. A second ago, I even thought he was possessed, because he was willing to lie to Dad, just for the sake of comfort in what he is doing right now. But where could it be like that?

Nandan looked at me. At first glance I saw his throat go up and down, as if it was difficult to swallow his own saliva so shaken.

But I can't be sure of anything. Whether he was properly shaken.

“Nandan!” scold me once more.

Right now I'm not calling him sweetheart or any other friendly call, which means I really feel bad. I looked at his face that was silent as if something had frozen. I couldn't understand his strange expression. She's overstepped her bounds as the Nandan I've known so far.

Until a while later, I saw a clear grain roll from his eyelids.

“Yes, God! What is it?!” inner pekik.

Of course I was surprised. “Ka-you ... You why cry?” His clear eyeballs were flushed red as if they were full of wounds. Wounds that I don't even know what caused them.

“Mut,” quietly called me shortly after. Both hands extended forward to pull both palms of my hands which were then grasped and sucked. “I love you,” he said in a little stuck stuffing.

I followed her raised head, then turned to look at the back of my own hand that was wet from the melt of her tears. My feelings are moving through chaos.

What the hell is this really?

My tongue somehow felt faint, as if it was moved just to wait for Nandan to reveal what really happened.

I saw him throw his face in another direction, like avoiding my gaze which still put on a hopeful look.

His breath was drawn in while looking down. After maybe he felt enough, he then looked up straight at me again. In some jokes he fell silent, looking at me like there was deep doubt that looked so hard to throw.

Closed eyes shortly before finally revealing, “Mut .. sorryin me.” Long enough he froze, then resumed in a tone filled with doubt.

“Sorry?” many interject. “For what?”

He was quiet, long enough. And I'm still waiting.

“I ... I .. I have to end our relationship until here.”

Hygiene ....

I took my salivary. My mind is still trying to digest each of those words, and .... “Nan ... this ... you mean ..?”

“I'm serious, Mut!” sergeant Nandan assured. “We really need to break up!”

Nah! I didn't hear wrong! My ears are still working fine. If it is depicted in a voice, then it is the thunderbolt that best represents my current feelings. I responded with round eyes full of shock, and of course .. disbelief!

“Nan ... ka-you must be giving me another thought, right?” I asked, still not believing of course.

But strangely enough, my pair of eyes turned to him another. Glasses with tears that pool at the tip of the petals, then drip down later. As if not denying that it is not a joke.

“Plis, Nandan .. This is not funny!”

Not the answer I wanted from her mouth, Nandan pulled my neck closer towards her, then landed a kiss on my lips. So deep and strong as if locking, though I kept thrashing asking to be released. I don't need a hug and a kiss. I just hope the honesty that attracts this situation is getting clearer.

Again .... What is this?

She let go of her kiss after I pressed her chest strong enough by both of my hands that were wedged between our bodies clinging to each other.

“My answer, Nandan?!” insistku. My tears began to flow down the river.

But Nandan was at a loss for his words. It just sobs. Isakan who then drew my awareness, that everything he said was .. not a prank or a lie. I'm not a fool just to distinguish between a stroke of one's expression, between honest and dishonest.

Nandan ... he was really serious about making that decision.

Nandan .. he really expressed farewell.

Realizing that everything was not a prank, my tears broke instantly. I pulled my body away from him, and he didn't prevent it. I retreated with my palms smothering my mouth while shaking.

“Mut ...,” call fragile Nandan. “Sorry me.”

My crying is getting more and more painful. The apology he spoke really felt like a dagger lacerating me to shreds like a crumb.

“Why? .... Why, Nandan, why?! .... Am I wrong with you? .... Clear it all, Nandan!”

The man turned a rough face and grabbed his hair while screaming in frustration. I threw myself back on the bench and kept crying.

No matter around with their eyes.

Emotional and emotional stress is more dominant than other people's views of us.

I'llwait! I'll wait until Nandan is ready to explain. I need to get the answer right now.