Flutures

Love is a Wound

“Not home Ra?” the question coming from the direction of the door turned to look at the man who was now walking towards her with a questionable gaze.

“In advance, I have not been running,” said Isvara with a smile on a man who is none other than his best friend, Sandy. They are different majors but still in the same faculty.

If Isvara majored in Fashion then Sandy majored in electrical engineering. They have been friends since they were in High School, and until now their relationship is still fine. Although many say that their relationship will not be purely friendship and many say if they could have cheated but Sandy and Isvara chose to keep their ears shut and proved to be absent again, they talk about their friendship.

“Crankly you become a campus waiter,” said Sandy while shaking her head to see her friend who was often overtime.

“Yes want how again, even this I still deadlocked the idea,” said Isvara with his kekehannya while paying attention obediently in front of him which is still attached to the pattern he made.

“Lo mah many reshuffling start. It was good to have a remodel. What's perfect want Var?” sandy asked while shaking his head looking at the work of his best friend. Isvara is Isvara, in his head too many ideas that he has but it makes him always want the perfect but difficult for him to develop.

“Lo electro boy where ngerti anyway, already there mending now just back away, do not bother me,” throw away the girl while hinting Sandy to go immediately with her hands. Sandy who saw that just shook her head. And in the end he could only budge and choose to leave immediately from there leaving his best friend was in his fashion art room.

Feeling his idea was still not perfect now Isvara again sat in his chair while drawing the design that he was in his head. But eventually he could only re-do the picture and scramble his hair riled.

“Udah lah tired me, mending home tomorrow further again,” break up Isvara finally.

The girl immediately tidied up all her equipment, after completion she decided to immediately leave the campus on foot because the distance from her campus to her apartment was not far away. Isvara is not from a family. But his life is enough. During his time in the city he was only alone because his mother was in a different city with her.

During the trip is quite quiet and only in interspersed with lights Isvara road led his steps towards a place tutoring art drawing.

Instead of heading towards her apartment, Isvara decided to head towards the art tutoring place rented by her lover. Not only as a place for art lessons on the second floor of the floor is also used by his lover as his residence.

Fardan said that if he wanted to be independent, the man rented the two-story building as his residence.

With his tired steps now Isvara walked towards the art tutoring place. Opening the door with her existing fingerprint so Isvara could enter as she pleased.

“Sepi?” isvara asked when downstairs he found no one there. Usually Fardan will remain downstairs until nine o'clock in the evening unless the man has a busy outdoors.

Fardan only opens art lessons until five in the afternoon. And after that he chose to make his own work.

On the second floor and close to the art room. Isvara could faintly hear the voice of someone who was joking and laughing together. Isvara frowned and moved closer towards the room.

“This looks a lot like you,” the voice of the girl who now greets Isvara's sense of hearing. Hearing that the heartbeat of the girl is now erratic. Until through the door gap that is not closed tightly now Isvara can see Fardan who is holding a girl while joking with the girl.

A sad look now clearly visible on Isvara's beautiful face but instead of leaving he still quietly noticed what happened in front of him.

“Ngaco you, it does not look like me at all,” said Fardam while giving paint to the face of the girl on his lap. Isvara's hands clenched. His anger had now peaked but not the slightest bit he wanted to approach them.

All his loyalty, trust, and stupidity all along that always obeyed Fardan's wishes as if only games and jokes for the man. Does Fardan think all that doesn't require deep feelings.

Love is only a feeling towards a wound. The strata of the wound is about how much love one has. The greater the love given, the higher the pain felt.

“Love? All just nonsense that there is only utilization and only obsession,” said Isvara with his hands that have now been clenched so firmly.

“What can men do just make a feeling of love a game? What for them loyal and trust just a joke?” asked Isvara with his anger.

No longer could he bear to see all the scenes in front of him that continued to display affection finally the girl decided to leave immediately. Now he must be able to be firm with everything that happens. He can no longer be weak with feelings called love and in the man.

He should be able to be more courageous. Isvara vowed to teach Fardan a lesson in what he had done for him. Now Fardan can no longer dodge even he has seen clearly how they make out and even kiss in front of him.

“Stop to be stupid Isvara,” insists Isvara on herself. The pain he felt. Isvara hoped that it would be a lesson for her to no longer carelessly put her heart on men and no longer easily trust men.

“Will I show you what love is that you consider a Fardan game,”.

Yes and in the end all the new events that he experienced changed the view of the girl about what love and men are.

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