Devotion of Love

The Conferred Honesty

"Sister!"

"How's Hanna doing?" Ghibran is friendly, Ghibran looks over. He looked straight back at the hospital garden.

Ghibran sees Hanna, who is no longer wearing her medical white coat. Hanna is not what she used to be. Hanna has transformed into a successful career woman. Replacing the father who began to retreat from the business world. Passing on the blood of the Anggara family who have always been successful in the business world. Ghibran smiled wryly, when he saw Hanna's much more dazzling appearance.

"Suster, please leave us!" Ghibran said kindly, immediately the nod of the head of the nurse was seen by Ghibran.

The nurse nodded to greet Hanna, then replied with a nod of her head. Hanna knew almost all the staff at the hospital. He is no longer a doctor. But his relationship with Arkan inevitably earned him respect. The brother of a hospital chief, not a title that is not easily forgotten.

"How are you, brother?"

"As you can see!"

"Sorry!"

"No need to apologize, I'm not your fault. It was my stupidity that could never acknowledge my weakness. Your love shouldn't be mine. Well then or now!"

"Sister, I don't know how to behave? If only I could turn back time. I want to feel like I know you. At least I can behave better as a friend!" Hanna said softly, Ghibran shook his head weakly.

Hanna's real hope will never be realized. Time can no longer return. The status is no longer the same and the conditions are now much different. Especially the fatal accident that hit Ghibran. It makes everything no longer the same. The ghibran awoke from his long sleep. But drowning in the darkness of life without a pair of legs supporting him.

A few days ago, Hanna woke the Ghibran from her long slumber. To grant the hope of those who love the Ghibran. For Ghibran to look back on his life again. But a real hope has to be paid handsomely by the Ghibran. When he found out, both of Ghibran's legs were paralyzed. Although not permanent, Ghibran had to rely on a wheelchair. The weakness that made Ghibran even more helpless in front of Hanna.

"There is no need for you to imagine. I'm not the perfect Ghibran. Enough of you made me aware of my sleep. The rest, it's not your responsibility!"

"But brother!" The Sahut Hanna, but stopped when the Ghibran hinted Hanna to be silent.

"Hanna, be happy with your priest. You don't have to worry about me. Your warm attitude as long as I'm sick. It's enough to make me happy. I don't want more than this!"

"Sorry, I'm really sorry!" Hanna said, looking down.

"You're not wrong, a time that never seemed to agree with my love. Just imagine, back then when I was strong without flaws. You always refused and brushed off my race. Let alone accept my race, be warm you will not. As for today, when this body no longer deserves you. The sister call you made for me. Real warms my cold, empty heart!"

"Sir Ghibran!"

"Never pity me. I'm sure, able to get through all this. I will not be disappointed with my situation. For I have warmed your attitude and am happy for your attention!" Sahut Ghibran casual. Hanna couldn't look at Ghibran.

Hanna remembers every bit of his rude attitude towards the Ghibran. Everyday rejection hurts even Ghibran's self-esteem as a man. Hanna's indifferent attitude is always staring at the cynical Ghibran. Always leave a little disappointment in the heart of Ghibran. Everything has become a past that Hanna regrets a lot. If only Hanna had been a little warm. Maybe it's not as big as his guilt. Given how much Ghibran felt about him? It is not appropriate for Ghibran to accept all that.

"Why does my brother have to sacrifice this big? Brother wastes life. Just for the sake of a stupid and rude woman like me. If my brother didn't know me. Maybe brother won't be this hard!"

"Why do you regret everything? I never regretted knowing you. You are indeed a rough woman, but there is soft and fragile in your deepest heart. The soul I want to protect and protect. A body that is injured, but never shows pain. Same goes with aloe vera, spiked outside but soft inside!"

"I'm not that strong and perfect!"

"Hanna, you are not perfect but know you to be the perfection of my life!" Ghibran said firmly and loudly.

The Ghibran idolized Hanna since childhood. Monkey love that transforms into true love. But a disagreement that never seems to have a word of peace. Make Hanna always reject and ignore the attention of Ghibran. A cynical look full of anger, clearly visible from every attitude Hanna on Ghibran. Hanna blamed something on Ghibran. It is not the Ghibran that did it.

For years Ghibran has been waiting for a warm attitude. In the hope that there will be a time, where will Hanna turn to him? Acknowledge its true taste. Forgetting the pain and anger that Hanna had shown her. But it was all over, when Hanna rejected him firmly. Ghibran hears of Hanna's marriage. The turning point of Ghibran's life today.

"Sister, there's another heart that wants to know you. Why have you never seen him? I don't deserve such a sincere feeling from you!"

"Which love do you mean!"

"Love an unemployed woman in silence. The woman you never saw. Someone who wrote your name in his heart!" Sahut Hanna.

"So I realized!" Hanna said in disbelief, Ghibran nodded slowly.

"Since when?"

"The day you get into university!"

"Why is my brother silent? Does your sister feel Savira is inappropriate? Until my sister ignored him!" Said Hanna disappointed, Hanna shaking her head in disbelief.

Hanna unexpectedly, Ghibran is indifferent to Savira's taste. A taste that was beautifully pinned on Hanna's heart. Savira forgot the taste. Ghibran meets Hanna and Savira. Never had Ghibran turned his head towards Savira. Just treat him as a friend. It was only the taste of Hanna that the Ghibran spoke of. It's like Savira never hurt.

"Just like you can't accept me. I could never accept Savira's taste. Now I'm far less deserving of her sincerity!"

"Sister mean?"

"Never say anything to Savira. Let it feel stored in his heart. Just like my heart is starting to know him!"

"Why should you shut up?"

"A man is never afraid of hurt. But men feel worthless. When he is no longer able to stand on his own feet. A man is always selfish about his pride. After all, Savira deserves to know a man who is much better than me!"

"Lantas, if Savira starts greeting your heart. Why in sleeping brother? Only my name is spoken!" Hanna said curiously, Ghibran smiled wryly. The ghibran turned towards Hanna. The face that once troubled his calm night. A face that would be a dream without reality for him at this moment.

"Maybe my heart is beginning to know Savira, but deep in my soul there is only your name. Loving you is easy for me, but forgetting you I still have to learn!" Ghibran said firmly, Hanna lowered her head weakly. There's a guilt that Hanna can never forget. His presence is real to make two hearts hurt accidentally.

"What is the reason that makes you always ignore Savira? Forget Savira's whereabouts!" Hanna said loudly, Ghibran nodded without hesitation.

"Is brother conscious? Brother's indifference hurt him so much!"

"But being an impingement and an escape is much more painful. Loving but not being loved, it's not easy. Much better Savira forgets me!"

"But Savira deserves to know, if you realize what it's like. He loves you, he doesn't deserve to be hurt!" Hanna said, Ghibran shook his head weakly.

"The pain will heal over time. He'll find a love that's so much better than me!"

"Sirr!"

"You, since when was it there?" Ghibran said, Hanna turned along with Ghibran. They saw Savira standing majestically not far from them.

"Since brother decided what was best for me. Without asking me or caring about my opinion!"

"It's all not important now!"

"Why is it not important? For years I have dreamed of this day. Why should I forget it? Just because brother feels weak with the condition of brother. My love wasn't that weak until my brother thought I was leaving. After I know your condition. This is the right time for me. Telling the world that I love you. I'll prove it to his world. Strong love will help brother heal!"

"Leave me alone!" Ghibran said loudly, Savira shook his head weakly.

"Not this time, I'll be your foot. My hands will help you walk. My love will encourage you to heal!"

"You guys are so romantic!" Hanna said softly with her cheerful and innocent smile. The conversation between Ghibran and Savira.

"Not funny!" Sahut Ghibran and Savira.

"The pump, you're forever and inseparable!" Sahut Hanna teases.

"Hanna!" Shouted Ghibran and Savira annoyed.