Friend Bed

Fighting Alone

Ten Days Later...

Shakila seemed to be walking back and forth in her room. "It's been ten days, it's been ten days I still haven't gotten an answer from you. Didn't you read all my messages, brother?" shakila complained while biting her lower lip.

He then stuck his phone back to his ear, but it was just a call sign with no answer to hear.

"Sister Darren, should I catch up with you and explain the truth about our relationship? Why is your heart so hard that you answer the call or open my message, you don't want to!" gerutu Shakila is back. He sat down on the sofa in his room. Then open the gallery of his phone and see the photos of his togetherness with Darren.

A last photo he liked was a photo of them together before Darren went to Australia. A few hours before Darren left for Australia, they were sitting on the balcony of Shakila's room.

In the photo, Shakila is sitting in Darren's arms. In the other photo, they appear to be sticking their lips to each other.

"Sister Darren, it turns out our love is never wrong, sister. It is true that my heart would never lie. The heart will never wrongly determine where it will dock. Meeting you is destiny. Falling in love with you is a choice, and not just a coincidence. But why, I feel like I'm fighting on my own? Do I mean nothing to you now, brother?" shakila.

Without her noticing, tears were now dripping down her cheeks. "Sister, why are you being so cruel to me? Is there where you have truly forgotten me, and there is already my replacement in your heart? Oh my God, if he's really found my replacement, teach me to be sincere. Although the sincere word is only spoken on the lips, while the heart is this? Don't ask what the pain is like. This heart can never be sincere because this story is too cruel for me. In the past, this love was always hindered by status, but when that status was no longer a barrier, again I had to meet with disappointment because maybe your heart was no longer mine. But I can what? Many times I was disappointed this heart still chose you, even though choosing you means being friendly with wounds," said Shakila accompanied by sobs.

FLECKISH

Suddenly the door of the room opened. Shakila then rushed to wipe her tears violently and tidied up her appearance.

A smile fell on her lips as she saw Fitri enter her room. "Oma," said Shakila.

Fitri then sat down on the sofa, next to Shakila. He then stroked Shakila's face which currently looked so sad.

"You why Shakila baby?" ask Fitri so gently.

"It's okay, Oma. I'm fine."

"Don't lie, your eyes can't lie. There must be something you're hiding."

"No Oma, trust me. Your eyes can't lie if there's something you're hiding, Shakila."

Hearing Fitri's words, Shakila also just pulled the corner of her lips. "Your brother?" asked Fitri while frowning.

"What does Oma mean?"

"Do you still like that guy? Your sister? Which leaves you with almost no hope for life?"

"Oma?" sahut Shakila while frowning.

"Why? You think Oma doesn't know if you like that guy? He's Darren, your brother, right? Shakila, Oma was also once young. Oma can see when you're in love."

Shakila was just downcast while shedding her tears back. Looking at Shakila who returned to fussing, Fitri then lifted Shakila's chin then wiped her tears.

"Don't cry, honey. No cry. My granddaughter can't be like this. My grandchildren can't be sad."

"Oma" said Shakila.

"Shakila, listen to me. Now Oma asks you, are you sure about your love?"

Shakila then nodded her head. "Very sure, Oma. I love Brother Darren very much."

"You love her so much, but what about your sister? What about Darren? Are you sure she has the same feelings as you?"

"Yes, we love each other, Oma. Even Darren's brother first expressed his feelings for me. At first, I always rejected this feeling because I thought we still had a sibling bond. However, it turns out that the heart can never lie, Oma. I can't deny my feelings for him. We love each other."

"If you love each other, but why should she leave you?"

"Don't Oma know, if our love used to be hindered by status? We thought we were brothers, and that's why he left me. She went away from me to bury all the feelings in her heart for me, she stayed away from me to erase all her love for me. He went away to bury and erase the love in our hearts, Oma. But to me, it feels so hard. I love her so much and can never stop forgetting her, I love her so much, Oma!" isak Shakila's.

Fitri then held Shakila into his arms. "Take it easy, Shakila. Calm yourself" Fitri said, stroking Shakila's back.

When he saw Shakila who already looked calmer, Fitri then opened her voice again. "Oma knows, Oma knows you love her so much. But, try to think clearly, Shakila. Now, think with your logic, Shakila. You still love him, but what about him? Does she still love you as much as you love her? Don't you realize you're fighting alone right now, Shakila."

Shakila then shook her head slowly. "No Oma," Shakila replied.

"Shakila, aren't you tired of chasing the love of people who don't care about you right now? Aren't you tired, Shakila?"

"What do you mean, Oma?"

"Shakila, if she still loves you. He can't possibly be cold like this to you. At the very least, he still took the time to just tell you or reply to your message. But he never did that, did he?"

Shakila then shook her head slowly. Fitri then smiled wryly when she saw Shakila who now began to look worried.

"Shakila, do you know that Oma loves you so much? Oma wants you to be happy, Oma wants you to have all the best in your life, and Oma doesn't want you to fall into this endless love story, Oma."

Shakila now seemed to be frowning.

"Look Shakila, Oma just wants you to be happy, Oma just wants you to no longer feel the hurt. Oma doesn't want you to get hurt again, which is why Oma asked you to, try forgetting Darren and open a new page. Oma's sure you can open a new leaf, honey. You're beautiful, there's gotta be a lot of guys who want to be with you, don't waste your life thinking about a guy who doesn't love you anymore, Shakila."

"I really don't understand, Oma."

"Shakila, tonight I'll introduce you to a man, he's also the grandson of your old business friend Opa, his name is Devano."

"No Oma, I don't want to."

"But Shakila, do you want your whole life to be spent loving a man who doesn't love you anymore? Please think carefully about this Shakila. You can't keep going like this."

"Butiii, Omaaa."

"Please Shakila, please don't disappoint Oma. This is all Oma asks of you, Oma asks nothing of you, except this, Shakila."

Shakila was just silent, suddenly that's when her phone rang. Shakila then smiled when she saw a name on her phone screen.

NOTES:

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Eps. 06. One Night Mistakes

#StuckInThe Infidelity

"Thank you so much for your wonderful service tonight, Miss! I will never forget what happened between us tonight" said the man, drawing closer to the bed and kissing Sherina's unconscious lips and soundly asleep.

"Goodbye, Beautiful. Hopefully one day we can meet again" the man shrieked in Sherina's ear.

He pulls a blanket over Sherina's naked body and exits the hotel room leaving Sherina alone.

A few minutes into a deep sleep, Sherina gradually regained consciousness. He blinked his eyes that were slightly glared by the light of the lights in the room.

"Where am I? Why does my head feel so dizzy?" Slowly Sherina got out of bed. However, he felt very dazed.

"Huh ... What happened to me?" Sherina jumped in shock when she realized her body was not wearing a thread at that time.

"Aawws!" ringisnya while touching the part of her femininity that feels sore. You can imagine how ferocious someone had touched her that night.

"Who brought me to this place and what happened?" Sherina banged her head, trying to remember what had just happened to her.

"Is it possible that the man I met at the club brought me here? But who is he? Aahh, I don't remember at all" Sherin said. Despite trying hard to remember who the man who was with him was, but since he was under the influence of alcohol, he could not remember it at all.

The girl then sniffed the pillow next to her, even if it was only vague, she could smell the masculine scent of a man's body still clinging to the pillow.

"Basic cowardly men. After venting his passion on me, he immediately ran away just like that!" he was disappointed and frustrated. However, he did not know who to vent his anger at. He had absolutely no memory of who the man who had spent the night with him was. In fact, this was the first time in his life that there was a man who left him without a trace, even after the man was satisfied to enjoy his body.