Fistfuls

Forgive Papa

"Don't go home, Bang!" exclaiming Gita when Indra will turn his bike towards their home.

"All right!" the sound of Indra is almost inaudible in the ears of the Gita because of the noise from the sound of vehicles that are mutually disjointed.

The sun had sunk with peace when the two men had just come out of a special place of worship for Muslims. When I saw the Adhan echoing, the two decided to go to the mosque first before continuing on a journey that went somewhere, because neither of them knew where they were going.

"You wear it, it'll be cold on the road. Moreover, you just wear a short t-shirt that." Indra gave his denim jacket which was neatly stored in the motorcycle seat.

"How's it going?" the girl's face is now not as grim as before, but her eyelids can not lie because it still looks swollen scars along the way from the park to this place.

"I wear a long shirt and a t-shirt, so it won't get cold" Indra showed a hita-colored shirt attached to her body.

Gita nodded, because the night air in this city was a little cooler than in the capital, especially her who only wears home-made short shirts and long jeans, fortunately, he had changed his pants with trousers, otherwise he would have been cold all the way.

"Where are you going?" indra asked as the two entered the streets.

"I don't know, it's up to Brother, the important thing is not to go home first, I'm not ready to see Mama," replied Gita, he was afraid that his mother was disappointed with the decision he took, although Salman's goal seemed to be the same as his, it was he who broke off the engagement first.

Indra took Gita to a place not too far from the city, both of them entered the outdoor cafe, presenting a beautiful view of the city at night from this place, sparkling lights like stars scattered in space. But baby, the sky is so dark as if it's ready to rain tonight.

"Is it good for the place?" ask Indra.

Gita nodded, "Yes, I haven't even been to this place at night, it turns out to be more beautiful." Gita looked around, as if she could refresh her dead-end mind.

"Well, why was it in the park?" the question had actually been thought of ever since he saw the young man there, but always forgot to ask him.

"It just so happened that right back home from the office, I saw you guys just came out of the house, deliberately followed," Indra's answer made Gita look at him for a moment.

"That means hearing all of our conversations?" guess it.

The gel from Indra's head made Gita a little relieved.

"I approached as you stood up. Can you tell me what really happened?" ask Indra.

The Gita begins to tell her what really happened, and the girl's tears fall. Every word that came out of his lips was like a sword that continued to scratch the wound that had opened, making the wound even more gaping, not a bloody wound, but it felt like it was beyond it. Makes Indra feel guilty for reminding about the sadness again. He rubbed the girl's back, hoping to calm her down, even though he actually felt the pain of hearing that reality.

Every word that came out of Gita's lips, made her emotions explode, eager to finish off the man right now. It is outrageous that his actions cannot be forgiven.

Maybe if someone else will be happy when someone loved has ended with his lover, but for Indra it is not a happiness, especially when this girl cries, the desire to embrace remains, the feeling of hugging remains, but he's really not that brave.

"May weep and grieve, but do not be dissolved in sorrow, for the man is not worthy of weeping, your tears are too precious." Indra tried to wipe the girl's tears with her handkerchief.

"I, I didn't cry Bang, I cried because of his own stupidity, just trust the stranger I just knew, without looking for his past first. Sorry, that's how I feel right now. I was so stupid that I started falling in love with her, but she dropped me like this." The handkerchief has now changed hands and Gita wiped her own tears.

Indra frowned at Gita's last words, "Aren't you two in love for a long time?" tanyakanya.

Gita shook her head, "I've told her that this heart belongs to someone else, but she's still a convincing keukeh if one day I can return her love, that's what makes me sure I choose her" he said.

Indra was actually curious as to who this girl loved, but she did not want to look like she was scraping for more information. Afraid Gita suspects it.

Both of them came home after the night got late and the signs of rain spots were clearly visible, even they were both soaked because of the water. Indra had actually offered to take shelter, but Gita refused outright, she wanted to remove all the wounds with water that fell from the sky, hoping that tomorrow could forget all the wounds that are still gaping.

"Submerge in warm water, after which sleep, preparation for a long journey," Indra messages before the two of them enter their respective rooms.

"Thank you for everything Bang," Gita smiled before disappearing behind the door.

The smile made Indra's chest so tight, because it implied a wound there, even though the smile was so sincere for her.

"I'll make the same calculation as that doctor." Indra clenched both hands, because his emotions began to peak when he remembered everything said by the Gita.

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Salman was a little hesitant when he was about to knock on the door of a hotel room, he knew in the room his life history might end soon, but he realized he was wrong and had to account for everything.

Just about to knock, but the door had already opened first, displaying a tall dashing figure and still visible a line of good looks on his face, despite his age had almost entered the number five. The bespectacled man frowned when he found Salman filled up at the door of his room, but he remembered the princess' words last night and he immediately let her in.

"Om, I came here first to celebrate" Salman said a little nervous especially as the eagle's eyes pierced through his deepest trough of hearts, it feels powerless to continue the words that have been neatly arranged since last night.

"Secondly, I want to apologize to you, Om, for hurting Om's daughter. We both have decided to end this relationship for a reason that I cannot mention, sorry Om." Salman really did not dare to look into the eyes of this man before him, afraid his guts shrivel back.

There was a heavy sigh from Renaldy, he was able to master his emotions again. Actually, he really wanted to beat the young man in front of him, but he remembered the message of his daughter who should not touch the young man before him, for whatever reason.

"I'll forgive you if my daughter forgives you. Actually this punishment is too good for a jerkk like you, but I can what if my beloved daughter had warned. You should thank him." Renaldi looked at the young man sharply piercing.

"Please leave, and never appear before our family, or you will never survive!" threaten Renaldi's.

Salman nodded, saying goodbye even though the person he was pleased with did not respond in the slightest.

"I'm sorry dear Papa, maybe this is karma for Papa to have wasted your Mama, but why do you have to be affected? I can't bear to see you grieve like this." Renaldy hugged Gita who had been in the hotel room, listening to all the talk of the two men of different generations.

Gita shook her head, "Papa is innocent in this, all because of Pa's stupidity. In the future I will be even more careful with the name of a man," he said.

"And never accept a man like your Papa, look for a man who is truly sincere and affectionate with you not because of possessions or obsession like your Mama," Gita looked up at the Papa, she did not understand the obsession speech in question.

"I mean Pa?" tanyakanya.

"Papa is almost the same as the young man, at first Papa is obsessed with your intelligent Mama, even when others have not graduated S1, Mama you have completed S2 education and have worked, so you have, who isn't interested in him? Papa was interested in your Mama to finally choose your Mama even though he did not love her, yes, although finally the love grew as well," Papa recalled the first time he met Sinta, who was still in love with him, although her face was similar to Sita's, it was obvious that Sinta was a highly educated woman, judging by her attitude.

Gita snorted, she broke away from the embrace of the Papa and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Hopefully I'll get a really sincere husband without a Papa-like mode" she said a little annoyed.

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