Destiny Love Lyra, Between Love And Life

Destiny Love Lyra, Between Love And Life
Is This the End of Our Story??



Firgie's presence really erases my tightness today.


"Thank you, Gie" I said.


🌻Because 16:10


We just came out of the mosque after running our ashar prayer. Although I repeatedly refused, Firgie still did not let me go home alone that afternoon. He drove me to my rented alley.


"Thank you for today Gie" I said.


"Don't be sad anymore Ly ...," Firgie said earnestly.


As usual I answered her with a smile. Because my heart can't even promise not to be sad anymore.


A moment later, Firgie was nowhere to be seen in my eyes.


I looked around my rented alley, hoping to find the shadow of Mas Dimas waiting for me. But he doesn't exist.


Oh. It's possible that Mas Dimas is waiting for me inside. I set foot in spirit to my contract. I noticed that around there might be Mas Dimas, but he didn't look like he was there. Maybe there's a Mas Dimas motorbike parked there? And there's no such thing.


Mas Dimas .. I didn't want to see you before, but I really wanted to see you. I'm ready to hear your explanation, but why don't you try to come? Have you given up and let our relationship end this way? What if I hate you, Mom?


With gontai not excited I stepped foot into my contract, there is Mba Susi ironing inside.


"Haii Ly has arrived? How was the show?" tanya wants to know my direction.


"I took a shower first Ma'am," I said ignoring his question.


"Oh, jude there. Later the story yes," he said but I did not respond.


After the bath I threw myself in the bed, and as usual .. before long my soul was lost in the dream.


🌻AT 18:40 The voice of Adzan maghrib awakened my consciousness.


Susi's mom doesn't exist. There was a piece of paper stamped in the mirror, "Mbak went with Mas Bayu, the door mbak key from the outside. Later in the night don't forget we told each other!" I immediately threw the paper away after I finished reading it, and the trash can became his present residence.


I set foot to the bathroom to prepare for my Maghrib.


I have restored my body after the duty to the Kholiq has been carried out.


A sense of loneliness enveloped me..


Suddenly I realized I haven't checked my phone since the chat with Mas Dimas this morning.


Some messages appear there..


🌻Mas Dimas


●10:10 "Be careful on the road later on Ly!"


●11:30 "Please don't hate mas Ly. Lyra must hear the explanation!"


●14:05 "The conscious mas has hurt you, please forgive us and do not hate mas Ly ...."


🌻Firgie


●17:00 "If your heart is tight, do not hesitate to share your problems. I'm always ready to hear you."


●17:30 "I have much to thank Dewi for introducing you to me, I am glad to know you Ly."


Mas Dimas 》 I even want to hear your explanation at this time Mas but You didn't even come, maybe You were with your fiancee.


Firgie 》You're right Gie I can't avoid. Thanks for today, I'm also glad to know you ...


I just answered in my mind. Not wanting to chat/communicate with both.


Gts ...Gts ...


The sound of a knock on my rented door. Who comes nightly. Possibly ... Mas Dimas's?


Ring my long hair in the mirror and let it unravel. My cat suit pajamas are wearing right now, let it go.


I opened the door slowly and Mas Dimas was standing there. With a nod, I allowed him to go inside. I made some warm tea and I put it next to him and I put myself by his side. There was silence between us afterwards ...


Mas Dimas turned his body towards me, "Lyra ...," a heavy and restrained voice sounded. He tried to grab my finger but I hit him.


And soon I started telling stories.


"My parents were friends with Friss Ly's father and my parents had a burden of gratitude with Friss' father. When my father was down and out of work due to the reduction of employees in his company, Fris' father helped our family.


Stepping into High School I was 1st school with Friss. When Friss found out his son liked me, Friss' father took quick action, he contacted my parents. And because of the debt they owed, my parents could not resist this matchmaking.


I only found out about it 3 years ago after my Wisdom procession. So ruined was my life that Ly, feeling like I couldn't choose my own future. From that moment on I even avoided any closeness with women. Until I meet you".


Mas dimas looks down.


"I'm sorry Ly, I shouldn't be playing with your heart because whatever relationship I'm in, I already know what's going to happen. And it opens today, I hurt you Lyra ...."


Mas Dimas's eyes looked glassy, he looked at me deeply.


"You know Ly, after meeting you on the line that day, your bug face always follows me wherever I go. A girl in a red hat who always looked panicked as I approached her," Dimas seemed to smile considering the beginning of our meeting. I kept hearing it and smiled at the beginning of our meeting while looking at the face that had stolen my heart. The face that now seems to bear a lot of burden, the burden of guilt that is blowing against me.


"I'm sorry I covered my wolf from you Ly, because if I'm honest, of course you won't want to approach. Don't you have the right to love Ly? You can't choose the person who will live with you later. At least let the mas love the person you want, feel loved, express affection like others.Is it wrong for the mas Ly??"


Mas Dimas again grabbed my finger and this time I let him. The fragile face there, the water droplets had forced out from the corner of his eyes, and my heart felt bitter to see the figure before me. The figure of the person I love, the figure who currently looks sad lamenting his fate.


I approached his body, I held tightly to Mas Dimas' body. I followed the desires of my heart, easing the tightness of my loved ones forgetting my own tightness.


Whatever pain I feel today, maybe one day I can meet another person and choose my own soul mate but not for Dimas. He gave up his happiness for his family, Mas Dimasku ...."


"Lyra ...," lirih mas Dimas seemed shocked to receive my embrace. He looked at me and I looked back at him while nodding my head. Then his hand returned my arms. His big hands clasped my side, clenched tightly and warm.


My good soul thrashed not wanting the heart to beat my brain, however I was a hijab woman in the eyes of an outsider. I should not have done this, but seeing the figure in front of me slumped, my brain seemed unable to work perfectly.


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