Holding My Heart Belongs to Me

11. Unconsidered

The door, which had been closed briefly, felt opened again. Reizvan turned around quickly and looked. It was already wide open with Ardhita there. The girl bit her lips and faintly smiled.

"Why, Dit? There's no water?" Reizvan guessed as he walked over.

"I haven't riled up, Mas," replied Ardhita by walking out. At odds with Reizvan who slipped into the bathroom quickly.

The girl in the hood just kept quiet with her eyes on me. Reizvan's movements were too fast for him to rebuke.

"What's the problem, Dit? Cold faucets and hot faucets inside, all work well" Reizvan said as he passed through the door and exited.

"Who says it's broken, I don't ...." Ardhita looked at Reizvan while shaking her head. The handsome man frowned.

"Then why don't you take a shower?" reizvan asked confusedly.

"Here's my backpack, Mas. I'm out again, 'cause I want to get a change of clothes." Ardhita stalls her hand on her backpack on Reizvan's shoulder.

"So ...." Reizvan was struck with raised eyebrows. It turns out his worries are excessive.

Ardhita carried the backpack away from Reizvan. But the man continued to follow. From the front of the bathroom, to the side of the bed and at the dressing table.

"Mas Reiz, don't keep following. I want to take a shirt out of a backpack." Ardhita scolds Reizvan blatantly. Feeling shy at once awkward.

"What's the problem?" muttered Reizvan asked. There was no look of contempt on his face. Ardhita felt so wrong.

"Where are you going, Dit?" Reizvan was astonished when Ardhita would open the door of the room with her rucksack.

"I'll just go back to my room, Mom. I'm not taking a shower" said Ardhita. Continue to open the room door.

"Well, why, Dit? What else is the problem?" Reizvan.

"I'll take my clothes off in my room. There must be things in it that Reiz does not deserve to see" said Ardhita explained as she darted through the door.

Hearing Ardhita's words, Reizvan's feelings choked. Feeling insensitive once again to Ardhita's feelings. Realize that the girl in the hood is much different from Irvoni. The one all this time was extremely free and had almost no shame in the slightest in front of him. Maybe just a plain look without clothes that are still being held back from being seen from her lover.

Reizvan felt his head throb suddenly. He immediately grabbed a towel to take to the bathroom. He was the same thing with Ardhita, had not had time to shower since coming.

With almost the same story, Ardhita came by train from Malang to Surabaya. While he came by plane from Jakarta to Surabaya.

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The long-haired girl wriggled and tiptoed sitting down. Be aware if the room door has been knocked several times. Immediately grabbed the veil and used quickly. Remember where he is and it could be that Reiz wants to see him anytime. Ardhita realized that it was morning.

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"Eh, Mrs Tin?" It turned out not to be Reizvan, but the home assistant he saw last night.

"Non, why not the same room? You guys are married?" tanya mak Tin lirih. His eyes pierced through the contents of Ardhita's empty room without Reizvan inside.

Ardhita just kept silent not knowing what answer to throw. Sure if the woman knows because Mr. Irawan said. He soon realized something.

"Then, Mak Tin didn't say we had different rooms, did he?" asked Ardhita quickly felt anxious. The old woman nodded.

"No, Mak Tin can guess. I understand, Cah Ayu. Now please wake up Reiz mas, father ngajakin pray at dawn together," said Mak Tin with a soft tone.

"Mak Tin can't wake up. The young master's ears are daleeem, recalcitrant," said mak Tin added, Ardhita looked confused.

The old woman took the stairs. I heard a faint sound if Mr. Irawan was calling his name from below.

No longer thinking long, Ardhita darted into the next room. Sleeked a few times, worried if sir Irawan heard. Again, neither was cut or opened by the master of the room.

Remember Reizvan's remark on how his sleep is no less competitive than the flower board, Ardhita also opened the width of the room door that is really not locked. Hurry in with a sense of worry.

Duh, the morning view is stifling. Reizvan's way of sleeping was completely careless. Already the AC room was lit, the shirt of the superior was still not worn. Just a short dress with a blanket falling out. The messy taste of sleep was as opposed to the man's calm demeanor.

Ardhita who for a moment pecked, waking himself from pensive. Feeling confused for a moment and then the bed.

"Mas ... Mas Reizvan! Wake up!" exclaim Ardhita restrained. Neither is it loud. The sleeping man responded a little. The hand that was originally bent, now moved straight to the side. However, his sleep did not decrease.

"Mas, Mas Reiz! Wake up !" Ardhita repeated her surprise. This time it approached a little.

Trying to ignore the expanse of Reizvan's body is tempting. Just focus on his eyes that are still tightly closed. But still it is difficult to deny, the young man who has been her husband is very handsome!

Because neither disturbed and disinclined if sir Irawan waited for them felt long, Ardhita took a roll and hit slowly several times in the legs. Not forgetting, too, while calling to wake up.

"What is this?!" hardik Reizvan while sitting down quickly. Opening her red eyes by observing Ardhita who was standing still beside the bed.

"Who are you?! Very slow to get into my room?!" Reizvan again rebuked with a bluff.

"Sorry, sorry, Mas .... I'm Ardhita, papa's waiting downstairs. Ngajakin pray, it's dawn" said Ardhita nervously. Hardikan Reizvan was shocking as well as scratching his heart. Like a rejection will be present in the memory of the man.

"Ardrita? Uh ... The ardhita?" asked Reizvan muttering repeatedly.

"Mas, sir Irawan is waiting downstairs. Ngajak dawn jamaah. I knocked on an old door, but it wasn't opened. Sorry to bother you," said Ardhita quickly. Then turn around and leave the room in a hurry. Hardikan Reizvan made him know himself at once discouraged. Suddenly so sad, once again want to go home it feels.

After going to the bathroom as needed quickly, wearing clothes that deserve lightning, Reizvan out of the room and slid down. There was mak Tin sweeping the floor in the living room.

"Mas, I was asked to go to mushola," said the woman to stop sweeping. Welcomed a small nod from the man who still looks sleepy.

The family museum behind the house is not crowded. Only a few neighbors housing, Mr. Irawan and mas Ilham. The father's assistant as well as a personal driver. Just look because it is very busy taking care of the development in the project. As a deputy sir Irawan when sick.

"Where's Adit, Reiz?" ask Mr. Irawan when his son has finished his own prayer because it is slow. There was no daughter-in-law among a handful of female worshippers.

"Go back to the room first, Pa," said Reizvan.

"Your wife ..your wife does not join the congregation. Papa from earlier watched."

Mr. Irawan spoke firmly looking annoyed. Reizvan took off the peci and ruffled her hair. Thinking that Ardhita did not come down to the mushola.

"Pa, how does it feel? Papa can walk?" reizvan asked, trying to divert the discussion. Following his father left the mushola.

"Papa's not a stroke, Reiz. Only touch the fertigo and nerves in the head," argued Mr. Irawan firmly. The man will indeed take his illness lightly if it feels recovered. Forgetting that his relapses of pain have melted people's child's future. Reizvan again rattled his hair and put the peck back on.

"Bah, come. Papa wants to see Ardhita, wants to be accompanied by your wife to the project this morning," said Mr. Irawan. Try to walk faster into the house.

"Where are you going?!" ask Reizvan fretting.

Mr. Adam suddenly turned to the stairs and was already on the first step. Step back up to the next step. Although his steps were slow and slow, but made Reizvan's heart beat fast that morning.

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