I Love You Brother

*Episode 2

Netra took off the hairpin that had been perched all day on her head. Being polite is always an option when working. At least the impression of a resolute adult woman he got from there.

Breathe in, then stretch stiff muscles. The Netra movement was then overshadowed by the activities of the office he had just gone through. Selecting 4 out of 25 applicants for marketing positions is not an easy matter. Moreover, his superior has special criteria that must be met.

Netra itself is made amazed by one company name which is a history of internship place of one of the applicants who selected it.

Purna Laksama Group's. A real foreign name is ingrained in his flesh.

Netra's mind immediately ventured on the scene when she decided to grant Anne's request by meeting Asoka.

"You're coming, son!" Eric Laksama immediately got up from sitting down and greeted. The man with a face not far from Asoka was holding it tightly.

"Sorry, I can't take long."

"No problem, Netra, thank you, you've come." said the woman who sat not far from Eric. It also moved, following Netra who was now approaching Asoka. The man was locked. The infusion and breathing hose were still attached to his body.

Lama Netra noticed Asoka with all her circumstances. A speck of clear water hangs in the corner of the eye, until it decays without pause as it touches the bandage that closes the wound on the wrist.

"Why are you acting stupid, brother?" Netra gripped the side of the bed. He was sobbing, how reality had kept him out of hope.

Asoka, the figure of the man who always managed to tease her. Making a blush as everyone gave a stamp of judges to the figure of Netra Audra. They met at a birthday event held by GM Surya Gemilang, two years ago.

Slowly but surely. Their relationship is well established. Netra felt that there were many similarities between her and Asoka. Both are music lovers, and also have cheese allergies. It made life colorful, though Metha-sister-clearly tasted Netra's dislike of cheese was a big disadvantage.

Netra and Asoka often spent time together. They cook, sing, write lyrics while stuck in traffic. Then determine the tone and melody when the weekend arrives.

Everything feels beautiful, even from one by one lyrics, has now been collected into a collection of song books. Just waiting for the right time to play it in public. And Asoka once expressed her plan to play the songs on their wedding day.

Netra felt claustrophobic as those memories appeared. He hit his chest with a sobbing.

"Wake, Brother. It's Netra. Don't try anything stupid anymore. Don't we have to be smart to survive? Brave isn't enough, is it, brother? Let alone stupid, it's useless, completely useless."

Netra's outstretched hand touched Asoka's sideburns and hair. Hair that will not be allowed to be long by the owner if the condition is not so.

Netra looked up, looking towards Eric and his wife. Tucked away in doubt and bewilderment as to how to call Eric, and in the end only a question sentence escaped his lips.

"Sorry, is there a shaver?"

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After the meeting of the two families, Netra limited herself to meeting Asoka. The relationship, it should be over. They're brothers. Netra was more obedient to her father to stay at home.

A house that only feels warm if the father is there. But if the father left, Netra was like an alienation. His mother was too busy taking care of her own business.

Until now, Netra has never regretted her decision to live alone. There is a gap between him and his mother, and a breakup could be a good solution. All this time, her mother never looked for her. Whatever the need is, only mytha or father will contact. Especially since the confession incident, his mother did not say much, just a blank look that he gave if he saw Netra.

Ashoka himself felt frustrated. He was disappointed too. The access to meet Netra was completely closed to her and her family. Adi Dharma even tightened guard, especially when he knew Eric Laksama's side would bring the management of Netra's identity to court.

Netra only felt himself getting smaller in the middle of people who were showing their power. If asked disappointed, his heart was not even formed again. A fact that he is not Adi Dharma's biological child actually answers almost all the questions that always fill his brain.

Netra used to always wonder, why his mother seemed to not like if the father indulged her.

Why also on various occasions he was never introduced as a child by his mother. Only Mytha always gets that chance.

Why in the family only Netra is allergic to cheese, while the father, mother and Mytha are true cheese lovers.

And from that meeting, Netra so know why all this time he and his mother can not be close like mother and child. It was all because Eric Laksama's shadow was on him.

The man who called his mother with a cruel figure, it turns out to bequeath the same eyebrow and eye shape to Netra.

There are many similarities with Asoka to make Netra more confident. But it also makes him forget, if the soul mate sometimes united from a difference, not even similarities.

From all forms of similarity, the positive impact is precisely Netra and Asoka to understand each other. Netra so know what Asoka likes and does not. The man was the most uncomfortable with the sideburns that always grew without command in every inch of his face. And now Netra carefully cleansed the little one.

"A GM assistant should be clean and fragrant. How could his face not be so straight." Netra continued to focus on the shaver in her hand. Move carefully so as not to nudge the oxygen hose. While the woman beside Eric smirked the face on her husband's chest.

There was a tremble in the chest of the 49-year-old woman. He remembers clearly. Asokanya had been home once. Then show a photo of himself with the girl now in front of him.

"He's beautiful, Ma. Just don't tell me Papa or anyone. I'll test it first. Tired, Ma, being chased by girls just because of Mr. Eric and Mrs Yuanita's son Laksama."

"Mama's happy if you're happy. But don't get stuck. Take care of yourself."

"Relax Ma, I'm the same Netra never weird. Whether because of what love yes, see him it always grows a sense of wanting to protect. He is, if in the office sadistic. If you're looking at people, make them less. Kayak Papa's. Who is the one who is not inferior when looked at Papa? There it is, Mama is the one." Asoka laughed, then sipped the avocado juice he thrust.

"If in the office sadistic, but different if at home. At home Netra was very chatty. Sometimes spoiled too. But if you're already a ghost, Mama would love it. Still patient waiting for the girl's ghost, Ma?"

"still. Mama is still patiently waiting." replied Yuanita at that time. Instantly Yuanita's daydream paused when the sound of falling objects sounded.

"Sorry, Brother. I'm tired of nagging. So tired of holding the nail clippers until they fall. How long has it not been cut? Uh, would you eat French fries with long nails like gorillas like gini." Netra diligently cut one by one the fingernails of Ashoka's fingers. From Netra's hands turned to feet.

"I'll brush and tie her hair later. Let Kak Soka get up if he feels uncomfortable with long hair." Netra is still a monologue. Ignoring Eric, Yuanita and Anne who were secretly looking from the door slit.

Anne saw all. And it was indeed the days of Netra and Asoka that made her so envious. Anne who had known Asoka for a long time had never even been considered to exist.

Asoka was the first person she knew when she first entered as an employee. Never give a ride home during a rainstorm all day.

The introduction brought more sense to Anne. Several times he expressed his heart. But Asoka just refused subtly. The answer about her wanting to focus on a career was disappointing for Anne. But because of love, Anne never knew the word surrender.

For the 4th time he returned to express his heart. The answer is different, but it is more than disappointing. Asoka even blatantly said that in her heart there was already another woman named Netra.

Netra. The name was familiar to Anne's ears. They are one campus and once competed to get the best grades on one course.

Anne knew how to care for Netra, although in her heart she did not like the woman, but there was no good reason not to admit that Netra was worthy of Asoka.

Until one moment, he met Asoka in a state of turmoil. The man told the story and asked what if he and Netra were brothers. Of course Anne was shocked, but still went with the flow until the story from Asoka's mouth was not missed.

Anne comforts Asoka, but her mind is also looking for ways to prove it. Maybe he could get something profitable.

Anne took Asoka's hair and Netra's hair in a different place. He took her to the hospital for tests. Then when he wanted to give the results to Asoka in the apartment, he saw the man was drunk.

Despite the doubts, Anne finally entered. Unexpectedly, Asoka greeted him kindly. More than that in Asoka's eyes there was a radiance of love.

Anne knew she was wrong. Love is not for him. In such a situation, the person Asoka had in mind was only Netra. But it's okay, be prepared to know that mistake brings a speck of opportunity.

Anne ventured. Accept whatever Asoka did. Until a surge is present, sweeping away any flavor between them, becoming a hot sweat throughout the night.

Anne is mute. All tastes he held, when the man's body was hollowed out, and the name Netra escaped to be a long sleep conductor.

"I'll say goodbye first, brother. Quickly heal. You're even gonna have kids, right? Anne said they were twins. Duh, so can't wait for my niece to be born." That sentence breaks Anne's daydream. He saw Netra cleaning the shaver he had asked for.

Netra. Justifying the location of the blanket and rubbing Asoka's hair plan. For quite a while, Netra turned to look at Eric and Yuanita alternately.

"I'm sorry" he said briefly.

"Ah yes, let me drive you." Eric stepped up from his seat. Yuanita took off her husband with a gentle smile.