Dispute of the Heart (CALYA)

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The door of the room was open. The owner of the room showed himself. He looked at Calya who was standing in front of him.

"What's wrong?" ask the man.

"Are you okay?" reply Calya.

"Why indeed?"

"Why don't you come down for dinner?"

"Oh .. earlier I was a bit tired and sleepy, so the beds for a while ago Lagian was also not so hungry" said Praba. You guys, you've eaten, haven't you?"

Calya nodded.

"Have you taken the vitamins?" ask Praba again.

However, this time Calya shook her head.

"Lho why? Would you drink it with me?" goda Praba while folding both his hands in front of his chest.

"What the hell?" grouse Calya.

"Yes, if it's time to drink the vitamin is directly drunk" said Praba.

"Yes, I was eating, I wanted to take the vitamins, but Myesha asked me to come here to check why you didn't go down. Myesha is worried that you're okay" explained Calya.

"Myesha?" ask Praba.

Calya nodded.

"I'm not sure" said Praba.

"You mean?"

"Yes, I'm not sure if Myesha is worried about me. Em ... You should just say, if the real worry is me it's you," said Praba, winking one eye at Calya.

"Ih ... What the hell?" grumble Calya again.

"Yes, then, I want to go to sleep again" said Praba, turning his body.

" Eh .. eat first dong," cried Calya.

Praba turned back to him.

"Tell me first if you're worried about me" said Praba again.

"Praba .. don't be like a child so deh," grumbled Calya.

"Yes already" muttered Praba as he turned around.

"Yes yes! I'm worried that you're not eating. I'm worried you're getting sick!" shout Calya.

Makes Praba turn to him again.

"really? Why?" hiss Praba.

"Why? because ... because if we get sick, it will definitely bother me," said Calya accompanied by a laugh, then turned her body and quickly walked down the stairs.

Calya knew that her words would make Praba angry.

Praba just smiled as he shook his head. Slowly, he went back into the room and laid his body on the bed. The man's mind glared at the incident during the day in his office. When Praba entered the office's secretary-general's office, a letter of service came. The secretary opened it, then read that it was a mutated letter of an employee who moved into the office. Praba gasped as the secretary mentioned Dirga Mahendra's name on the letter. Since then, he has been out of focus. His feelings became restless, unsettled.

Praba was very worried about Dirga's presence in this city. What he was worried about was of course Calya's feelings. Praba doesn't want to see Calya become depressed again. He could not be sure if the woman had completely forgotten all the feelings that had existed for the ex-husband.

One more thing, his togetherness with Calya at this time will definitely also be known by Dirga. Moreover, he and Calya also live at home. He would look down on that woman even more. Recalling that, Praba closed both of his eyes with a palm.

The man got up to sit down. He feels his happiness with Calya at this time will be disturbed. More than that Calya's happiness will be more disturbed. Praba stood up and walked out of his room.

After going down the stairs, he found Calya was preparing to enter his room.

"Cal ...," call Praba.

Calya turned her head and did not open the door to her room.

Praba. "Temenin me yes."

Calya walked towards the dining table after nodding a sign of approval. He took a plate of Praba and filled it with rice from a cooker. Meanwhile, Praba was already sitting in his chair. After putting a plate of rice in front of Praba, Calya opened the hood.

"Lauknya take it yourself, yes" said Calya.

"You sit down too dong," muttered Praba.

Calya also complies. Now sitting next to Praba.

"Cal .. I have a question. Answer yes ...," muttered Praba as he decomposed his food between his spoon and fork.

"What?" ask Calya.

"If for example when you give birth later, there are two people who deliver in the hospital, namely me and Dirga. Then ... The doctor asks one person to come in with you, then who will you choose?"

Calya turned to Praba while glaring.

"What the fuck?" mumbling Calya.

"Jawab only" said Praba.

"What question is that!" grouse Calya.

"Jawab, Cal." Praba dined nanar on Calya.

"OKAY. The answer is for sure I won't choose anyone" Calya said aloud.

"Why? Isn't Dirga the boy's father?" hiss Praba.

"Yes because both are not my muhrim. Although Dirga was the father of the child I was about to give birth to, but she was no longer my husband. Likewise with you, who are not yet my husband" said Calya.

However, the words actually made Praba flinch, staring at Calya deeply. A moment later, Calya realized that there was something wrong with her words.

"Em .. I mean ...," hissed Calya half-nervingly.

"Yet? Meaning ... You opened up that opportunity?" hiss Praba.

"A chance?"

"Cal ... did you open the door for me? A chance to get into your heart?"

"Praba .. means ...."

Praba touched the back of Calya's hand with his fingers. Swiping softly.

"Calya .. I love you. I want to be an important part of your life. I want to have you. I will protect and take care of you, as well as the child you are carrying. I'll admit it as my son." Praba said as he stared fixedly at the two women's eyes.

Calya returned the man's gaze for a moment. Dive into the sincerity of the sense expressed by the man. He realizes that Praba is expressing his feelings, and waits for an answer from him.

However, Calya quickly pulled her hand from the man's grasp. Slowly, he shook his head.

"No, I can't. It's not time yet" said Calya.

"Why?" ask Praba. "Do you think I'm not serious?" continued.

Calya shakes. "It's not. But ... You know that I was divorced in pregnancy. Then ... let me give birth to this child first. Let Dirga remain her father," said Calya with teary eyes.

A few seconds later Calya's tears shed, soaking her cheeks. Praba quickly moved to rub the woman's cheek with his fingers.

"No, don't cry, Cal. I'm sorry if the words offended you."

Calya shakes. "No. I'm happy, though," he said.

"happy?" ask Praba.

Calya nodded. "Yes. I am happy because you love me more than a friend. But I beg your understanding. This refusal is not because I do not want to respond to those feelings, but because I do not want this child to be affected by slander. Likewise with you, I don't want you to be slandered. Let me give birth to this child first. In those days, let our relationship be like this. Take care of each other as friends."

Praba stared at the woman, then nodded his head as a sign of approval.

"Thank you, Cal. I will take care of you, take care of your heart, and keep this feeling, until that time comes."