I Shoot Your Love 2x

Emotional Overflow

Erina slammed her body on her bed. He put his face on his pillow. His tears were falling. Erina vented all her emotions of sadness. Let her tears flow.

Many times he wiped his tears with the tissue on his study table, but it seemed like the dam of his tears still filled his eyes. His head feels heavy. Sadness, pain, pain, shock or even anger have been mixed into one.

Erina's heart was numb for now. His heart felt very frozen. He never imagined something like this. All he knows is that Dimas is very affectionate and in love with him. Because it was such beautiful words that he often heard from Dimas' mouth. And now, Erina had to swallow a bitter pill that shook her heart and soul.

From the outside, there was still Dimas sitting glued to his seat while staring at the window of Erina's room. He took his cell phone in his jacket pocket. Dimas was very worried about Erina's current condition. His heart must be broken, as broken as his heart now.

Erina's phone rang, Dimas' name there. Erina ignored a phone call from Dimas. Dimas tried many times to contact Erina's phone, but the results remained the same. There's no answer. Dimas was still reluctant to step foot out of Erina's house. His heart was still not calm. Although Erina tried to hide her sadness, Dimas had seen tears flowing from her two beautiful eyes.

Dimas tried to send a short message to Erina.

Erina, please take my call. Pleases.... 😭

Dimas waited long enough for an answer from the message he sent. Erina rak kunjung replied to her message. Let alone to reply, Dimas' message has not been read by him.

Dimas got up from his seat and took a deep breath. His eyes were still watching Erina's bedroom window whose lights were still on. It seems like Erina is still awake and not asleep. Dimas tried to make a phone call back to Erina's phone number. And again not accepted by Erina. With a heavy heart, Dimas finally decided to give Erina time to herself without interference from him.

Dimas drove his bike back home. Dimas' disheveled face was clearly visible as he entered the door of his house. Dimas ignored everyone he met at home including Wulan who passed very close to him. His mind was completely stifled and extremely chaotic.

"Sir Dimas, what's wrong with you? Brother is fine, right?" wulan said full of anxiety.

Dimas walked quickly to his room. On the slam of the door of his room which caused a noise that was quite loud. The sound of the dings of Dimas' room door was heard all the way downstairs making Devita's mother aghast in shock and looking for the origin of the sound.

"What's that sound?" ask Mama Dimas.

"Dimas aunt's bedroom door. I think Dimas is upset again. His face looked very tangled tant" replied Wulan at length who made mama Dimas bearded in wonder.

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Dimas threw his jacket and shoes in any direction. His body slammed into the bed. His entire soul and body were deeply regretful of what he had just passed through. His mind is still fucked. Take her phone back. He saw soon Erina's mobile phone contact number hoping there was a reply to the message he had sent. Mata Dimas had to accept disappointment. Erina still has not read the message that Dimas sent. Dimas grunted in annoyance. He threw his cell phone on the bed and went into the toilet and poured cold water on his head.

Dimas deliberately let his hair condition half wet. His head still feels cold and fresh. Dimas put his body in his big bed. Tonight he was very upset and agitated. Dimas tried to close his eyes to sleep. It seems like his attempt failed again. His eyes were still too fresh to be closed.

On the other hand, Erina with her puffy eyes was still unable to close her eyes. Her tears still flowed though not as hard as the first. His head also still feels heavy because his nose is full of snot that makes his breath heavy.

There was nothing she could do right now but cry. He wanted to vent his emotions with his tears. With crying, the burden of her sadness felt lighter. Although it can't disappear in an instant.

Erina adjusted her breathing to relax and closed her eyes. His eyes were draining tears, like he was getting tired. Finally Erina fell asleep in her sad dream. His body felt very tired and weak.

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Erina's room door has been knocked many times by the mother. But there was no answer from within.

"Erina... Erinaaa... Awake baby. It's noon... Come awake!!! The virgin's son pamali when he wakes up. Erinaaa. " said Astri's mother as she half-cried from outside the room door.

"Tumben Erina ngunci the door to her room?" his inner.

Erina came to her senses from her dream when there was a voice calling out her name many times. His eyes this morning felt heavy and full to open. Look at yourself in front of the mirror. His puffy eyes last night turned into a swelling that was very striking to the eyes of those who saw him. His mother would have realized that she had cried last night.

Erina opened the door to her room. Behind the door was a mother who was still waiting. Erina was surprised by the presence of her mother. Her mother was also no less surprised by Erina's change in face.

"Darling, what are your eyes? How swollen is this?" ask Astri's mother while touching her son's face.

"Ga nothing mah" Erina replied as she stepped away to the bathroom to wash her face.

"Erina wait. You cried last night, didn't you?" ask her mother again to make sure.

"Yes ma. Erina's stomach suddenly hurt. Erina could not stand it, so Erina nangis semalem" Erina replied lying.

Astri's mother looked at her son's face very closely. He knew his daughter was lying.

"You fought last night with Dimas?" guess Astri's mother.

Erina rounded her eyes and kept trying to hide her troubles from her mother.

"Neither ma. My relationship with Dimas is good" Erina replied slowly.

"Don't lie. Last night I saw Dimas outside until I waited a long time for you."

"Mama what the hell. I'm ah Erina wants to wash her face first" answered Erina to divert the conversation.

Astri's mother put her hand on her chest. Taking a breath, he looked at the back of his weak son.

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