DiLeMa LOVE

Love's Dilemma

After everything that happened to him. Syifa seemed to have run out of tears. Whatever pain his heart was toyed with by Adi. He could only daydream with teary eyes. Tears no longer shed. His heart injury is only able to heal and make it a trigger for spirit.

The determination to move forward, it was getting smoldering. Forget love for a moment. As soon as Syifa was determined. Neither Adi, nor Roy, would he let her stand in her way.

The nights were silent, since he knew his great love had been played. Sorry is useless. The friendship he sacrificed for love turned out to be a lie.

Stupid ... is it not clear that a guy like him would want to date my rich girl. Stupid, love made me blind. Thank you, I will always remember this day.

Syifa sat on the terrace. Sitting half-lying in a comfortable Cleopatra chair. Staring at the plants that feel soothing to the hurt heart. Dava had fallen asleep, but he could not close his eyes. Adi's words this afternoon forced her to stay awake feeling pain in the chest.

In his hand a leaflet of university equivalent education package did not attract his attention. Falling onto a cold, frozen floor. To be a silent witness to the pain of wounds without tears.

 

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The clock shows ten o'clock. Doctor Vishnu woke up from his sleep. As always. He'll see Dava's condition. Slowly, Vishnu opened the door connecting his room with Dava's room.

"The Chinese" door opened slowly.

Chief doctor Vishnu peeked. Dava seemed to squirm, it caught his attention. He went inside. Watching his baby from close.

I'm sorry, I can't give you my best. I tried, but destiny said something else.

Doctor Vishnu took a chair and sat down beside the bed. His eyes were staring at the wound. Tracing each curve of the line of the face of his baby. Slowly his fingers stroked Dava's cheeks. Soft and soul warming. Suddenly back to squirming. His little hands fell over his father's hands, as if hugging.

"Cess" Like a drop of morning dew in the middle of the Sahara the deepest feeling of love reconciles her soul. The only strength to keep fighting. Like a little angel who creates miracles. Turn the impossible into possible. Owner of love and sacrifice.

Old doctor Vishnu enjoyed the intimacy. Waiting for Dava to squirm back. No power to move the small hand even though tired approaching. He rested his head on the bed. Slumbers.

Doctor Vishnu woke up with a sore body, as Dava wriggled. For a while the doctor Vishnu sat down. Waiting for the pain at some point his joints disappeared. It was then, that Doctor Vishnu accidentally saw the door connected to Syifa's room open. Slowly the doctor Vishnu got up, walked towards the door. I see the room is still empty.

"Where is Syifa at this hour?" murmured doctor Vishnu.

Doctor Vishnu stepped out. Looking for Syifa in the kitchen. There's none. The library, the dining room, the living room, he searched every room Syifa might come to, nil. Syifa was nowhere to be seen. A little panicked he walked into the living room. The front door is not closed perfectly.

"Is Syifa out?"

"Brum..brum..."

The sound of the motor out there sahut. Give birth to the horror of the lonely night. Various prejudices enveloped the heart of Doctor Vishnu. Fear pushed him out.

And how relieved he was to see Syifa curled up like a cat on Cleopatra's chair.

"Syifa" called him slowly.

The girl didn't budge at all. His breathing was regular, saying how deep his sleep was despite the bone-chilling cold.

"Syifa" once again the Vishnu doctor tried to wake Syifa up.

In vain, Syifa just curled up. Trying to reduce the cold. Once again the Vishnu doctor tried to wake Syifa up. In the end he gave up, could not bear to see the eyes of Syifa. Let Syifa sleep peacefully.

The sun begins to show its light. The alarm clock in the corner of the table began to roar, asking for attention. Syifa squirmed, stretching her stiff core muscles. A fresh fragrance approached his nostrils. Tranquilize. Comfortable, Syifa hugged the soft thick blanket. Enjoy the soft caress of that expensive fabric.

Consciousness began to greet him. He remembered yesterday afternoon washing his blankets. Because the rain did not stop, the blanket was not dry. He saw a maroon blanket covering his entire body.

He thought he was still on the porch, on a pretty comfortable chair. But he found himself sleeping in his room. And worse, the blanket.....

"Oh my God, this is Doctor Vishnu's blanket!!!" syifa leeked straight out of her bed.

"Stupid, what's going on?"

Syifa paced with confusion. Guess what happened last night.

"Uh...." Syifa scratched her head that was not itching.

Thinking until his head hurts. Explores what he did after he daydreamed on the terrace.

"Land!!!" the door's sound is open.

Syifa turned her head and found Vishnu's doctor standing there with Dava.

"Away awake?" ask doctor Vishnu kindly.

Syifa. Shame is not a bitch. Imagine what happened last night. And the next morning he met with the doctor Vishnu just after he woke up. It was so bad at the time.

God, just let me disappear for now,

"Eh i, yes, sorry I want to go to the bathroom" Syifa found the right reason to escape.

While saying Syifa mooed out leaving the doctor Vishnu who smiled staring at the red hue on that face.

After praying, Syifa immediately took over Dava from the arms of Vishnu. Putting aside his shame and awkwardness, he approached the doctor Vishnu who was sitting in the middle room.

"I'm sorry, I was troublesome" he said, taking Dava out of Vishnu's hands.

"No, I don't mind" replied Doctor Vishnu sincerely.

Carefully the doctor Vishnu handed Dava over. I don't know why the scarf even twisted the hand of doctor Vishnu. Makes Syifa a little difficult to accept Dava. That was when they accidentally touched their hands. Syifa was stunned, accidentally staring at the eyeball of doctor Vishnu.

Their eyes are locked on each other. Dive into each other. Syifa with her respect and admiration, cursed at her who had given so much to happen in her heart.

While the doctor Vishnu, with all his might resisted the fundamental need in him. A longing for a relationship that he had long neglected. The desire he thought had been extinguished since a betrayal. Now suddenly smoldering against the young girl.

Doctor Vishnu hates himself. The powerless ignored Syifa. Unable to resist his desire to pay more attention to Syifa.

The doctor of Vishnu quickly pulled his hand. Look away, do not want Syifa to see the wide eyes of her eyes far away. Hiding something big from Syifa's view.

Shakily Syifa released a scarf wrapped around the hand of the doctor Vishnu. Freeing Dava from his father's arms. Then carry her lovingly.

Intentions want to immediately get out of the presence of the doctor Vishnu. Somewhat hastily Syifa stepped foot. But alas, his leg is just stuck in the leg of the table. Instantly he lost his balance. Oleng's body. Realizing what happened, Syifa hugged Dava tightly. With what will happen to him. All he thinks about is Dava's safety.