I Love You Brother
*Episode 3's
Netra felt clumsy as Eric opened the car door for her. No one opens their voice on the road. He regretted why he just agreed when Anne asked for a car when she went to the hospital.
"Netra!" The sound attracted attention.
"Yes." Yeah."
"Have you eaten? We can stop by the restaurant if you haven't eaten."
"It has. I've eaten. No need to bother." Silence after that sentence. Netra circled his gaze around the road that passed. Eric, focus on the steering.
"Netra."
"Yes." Yeah."
"Thank you for coming to Asoka. Hopefully by your arrival he will come to his senses soon."
"No problem, Brother Asoka must be healing fast, he's a strong man, Uncle and Aunt must know that."
"Yes. She's powerful. Asoka's a strong boy." But stronger you are. Eric swallowed. If only that sentence could be voiced.
Eric glanced at Netra. In his heart were words. I don't know where he wants to reveal it first.
Pardon you? Is that word still useful? Eric's thoughts drift deep into the past, where he meets Fathia. A very good archer girl. He accidentally saw her while visiting Singapore for a meeting.
In a hotel in which there are outdoor sports facilities. Fathia is training there. The darts were precise, his friends cheering happily. Fathia laughed too. It was so crisp that it caught the attention of Eric who had just walked out of the meeting room. The eyes of the two clashed for a moment. There's a different radiator. Fathia severed that gaze with a bow of embarrassment, while Eric translated another. He concluded that from the gaze of those eyes, there were seeds of love growing.
Their relationship continued seriously. Exchange information by email. Eric gave it to her before returning home.
Their intense communication led Eric to return to the land of lions in the space of six months. Meet Fathia and finally agree to get married. Love is not just blind. But also forget. Eric is steady in marrying Fathia even though he has also recently married a woman of his parents' choice.
Time is always obedient to control what is already the will. As Eric hides his marriage to Fathia, the extended family finally finds out too. Yuanita comes to choose between herself and Fathia.
Fathia, who had just given birth, had to swallow the bitter pill of life. Eric divorced. He gives Fathia money, but on condition of leaving their baby to be cared for by the Laksama extended family.
In the deal, Fathia was given 2 days to be with their baby girl. After that, Eric will come get it. But before that day came, Fathia had already left to bring their baby. He decides his own time.
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"Uncle, Uncle! Why not walk? That's the light's green." Netra exclaims. Staring awkwardly at the middle-aged man next to him, "Uncle is okay?"
"Oh, Uncle is fine. Sorry, not concentrated." Netra smiled slightly in response to Eric's words.
"Netra straight home?"
"I'm going to the apartment first, Uncle. The distance to the apartment is much closer than to home."
"Oh, so all this time, Netra's been living in an apartment?" Netra nodded. Eric noticed the scope around. Apartments that can be said to be ordinary, even the area does not include property belonging to the Murian family that Eric knows.
As intense as the question was in Eric's mind, how exactly did the Murian family treat Netra? Even if he left, at least now he can give it more than this. Not only the apartment, the company can also give.
"Dad bought it when I was 17. It's Dad's birthday gift." The sentence was thrown from Netra's lips, but it had a tremendous impact on Eric. Not only was his blood rustling, but his palms were also sweating. It is far more stabbing than anything, even his shakes exceeding when Eric received the sad news of losing his father.
What Netra does is not new information. Eric's right hand had even informed him more details about Netra. How is life also about life. But of all the information that Eric read, there was none of Netra because of her cause, except for the seed. Even for the call of the father, it was embedded in others.
"Thank you Uncle, I'm dropping off. I'm going in first."
"Ec, Netra!"
"Does Netra not mind if Uncle asks Netra to call Uncle Papa? Uncle misses, I'm sorry Uncle who used to ignore Netra."
What else is this? Netra exhaled slowly. Trying to smile even though it seemed out of sync with his poignant mood.
"What call is important? What if I call Papa, Uncle can guarantee I won't take my life again? If so, I will."
"Netra, no, it doesn't have to be."
"How should we? Shall I be firm here if I was born indirectly this big? And so was my heart," Netra gulped, her eyes misty. "My heart is also not a thing that can not hurt if the wound. Do you want to know how big the wound is in my heart?" Netra tetiba remembers with part after part of his life that is lame. How his days faced the unwelcome glare that was seen from his mother's eyes. Not to mention his father's extended family. When gathered, Netra felt alone.
"Uncle should not know, after all who wants to repeat the wound? The pain must have felt even if it was just a story. And, regarding that miss, I think Uncle noticed it late. I've been feeling since many years ago, since I don't know whose name miss it turns out to be painful." Without waiting for long, Netra moved away from the eyes of an Eric Laksama.
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The bell sounds. Netra rushed to open the door, leaving behind hairpins and everything that came to her mind. Asoka, Eric, and her father's recent request.
Married to Kaleon. Netra doesn't get dizzy. Because seeing Kaleon's response while in the hospital was enough to make him understand if his father's biological son was also not too interested. Deep in Netra also knows that his father's request is only a form of loss. And Netra should not be anxious about the request. He could convince his father next time. That she will forever be the daughter of an Adi Dharma no matter what.
"Good night, Miss!" Netra nodded slowly. His eyes scanned the stiff face that was before him. Not the father's bodyguard, Netra remembered that the one in front of her right now was the same person who went with Kaleon in the hospital."
"Miss, can you come with me? Mr. Kale there's a need with you." Netra's lips. Just now he thought he would not bother about his father's request, but it turned out that another source of dizziness was waiting in plain sight.
"I can't go. If there's a need, why isn't the Master the Master who came here."
"You still have five minutes to consider, Miss! I'll wait."
"Just wait until morning if you want." The door closed without any more conversation. Netra. Kick the carpet roll that was not far from where it stood.
Netra grimaced, her legs ached. He stared in annoyance between the door and the carpet. I don't know, everything's turning out to be a bitch in his opinion.
Who is he? Don't-don't I'm Dad's son, but he. His attitude is very pretentious, different from father. Songong, you're sending messengers. Just like the crown prince. If there's a need for that he came here, persuaded. I'm his sister. Uh no-no. Who would want to have a song brother like him. Fortunately there is no blood flow, if so, I make sure I will exchange blood at PMI.
The sound of the clink of the microwave drew Netra's attention to the kitchen. His stomach was making a sound, Netra was sure the hunger had eaten away part of his intestines.
Be patient!
Netra stroked the stomach, her nose was busy smelling the instant sam noodles that with that evocative red sauce. Not yet he has tasted the pleasure. While eating, Netra praised the delicacy of instant noodles that two days ago he bought from the supermarket because of the promo.
Huh huh. Those two words came out over and over again from Netra's mouth. He was indifferent to the instant noodle wrap and a few handles of cayenne pepper on the table. Prefer to enjoy the melt of sweat that flooded his face until the sound of the bell was heard again.
Pedro's Face. The man of Chinese descent who is the owner of the apartment where he lives, appears on a small screen next to the door.
Netra was curious, especially what the man brought in other than a bouquet of flowers and the lure of being an apartment owner, if he wanted to accept being a girlfriend.
"That's why not je, ra ..." Netra parsed her nagging. Pedro grimaced, through the glances of his eyes he seemed to explain if the two people in front of him were forcing.
"I'm sorry Baby Nenet, they forced. Actually I could exert all my strength, but it turns out that Mr. Kaleon is familiar with grandfather. Baby Nenet knows, well, that grandpa-"
"Task him done, Brill! Return to their habitat. And you, here! we need to talk." After he finished with his word, Kaleon immediately slammed in. Leaving behind Netra who was dumbfounded by what had just happened.
What the fuck? Crazy, why are all these people driving me crazy!
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