Dispute of the Heart (CALYA)

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The spillage of anger that seemed to be stuck in the esophagus made the man who was pensive in his bed could not close his eyes. After hearing the confession from Calya about what Dirga had done with Haira to the woman, Praba was unable to say anything. How can, without hearing the explanation, Dirga play hands on the wife. He did it in front of his second wife.

Praba growling. Imagining this evening Calya again spills her grief in tears. It felt like the man ran and hugged the body of his friend's wife to calm her down. However, there was no way he could do that at this time.

"Would it be wrong if I wanted Dirga and Calya's farewell?" Praba said it himself.

Until without feeling, a clear circle seeped out of the corner of his eye. Praba could not help but cry. For him, this was too painful for a woman to experience. A faithful wife.

The night was getting late, but Praba still could not close his eyes. This time, he decided to wake up.

Slowly, he walked to his front house. However, when his eyes were fixed on Calya's bedroom window, he could see that the lights in the room were still on.

"Maland ...." Praba hissing.

A moment later, there was an urge from his heart to get closer to that window. Once there, he put his ear to the window.

Samar, he heard the sound of a woman's sobs. Apparently, his assumption was right. Calya is crying again tonight.

"Cale ... Cal ...."

Praba also ventured to knock on Calya's bedroom window.

"Cale ... Calya .. let's get out."

"Who?" Calya replied in a raucous voice.

"It's me, Praba."

Calya stood towards the window of her room. Slowly open the window curtains.

Praba also codes with his finger to get Calya out of the house.

"What are these nights like that waking me up?" ask Calya.

"Waken? Don't you think you haven't slept?" ask Praba.

"It's already midnight, sir," muttered Calya.

"Where is anyone sleeping, his eyes so moist and so wet?" sahut Praba's.

Calya immediately touched both of her eyes. Trying to remove the remains of tears that still survive there.

"You're crying again, right?" ask Praba.

"What can I do besides that?"

"Don't I ever say, when I'm sad, hold the necklace pendant I gave you."

"The sadness this time was so great, there was no way to comfort me but to cry." When saying that, Calya could not control her eyes to stem the tears that had come out so hard earlier.

"France ...."

A strong impulse, accompanied Praba's movements to rush to embrace Calya's body. While the woman was not able to resist, because she needed a backrest to shed this feeling.

Praba rubbed gently on Calya's hair. "Cry. Put it all down" he murmured.

Meanwhile, a motorcycle stopped in front of the fence. The driver of the vehicle observed the behavior of the two people who were hugging each other. His eyes were shining sharply with anger.

Until finally he decided to turn his motor gas as fast as possible and entered the yard of the house.

Brightly enough, the sound of the motor brake that stopped made Calya and Praba shocked. Especially after seeing Dirga get off the bike with a face full of anger.