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I feel like there is something wrong with my heart.

It's been almost a month since Reiki made me obligated to go to college. Even if I go to college during the day, there's always a driver to take me.

Aunt Widia and Om Mandala don't know, but they see it from another point of view. That indeed I should have used what facilities are in this house, including the car and driver. Okay, that's safe for me. At least they were not suspicious either when Reiki often took me along in his car. It could be said that I was 'maybe' already considered as Helena. Even though to this day I have never met Helena who is in America.

I feel like there is something wrong with my heart. Yeah, I don't know why I feel so comfortable. Comfortable with Reiki around me. Although he often travels abroad to take care of his work, but he always comes back and teases me. But unlike in the beginning, now he often smiles and is friendly to me. Even if it's still number one.

It'swrong. I-i know. Comfort is wrong. I'm afraid once this comfort develops, then it ends with .. ah, no! I will never allow my heart to fall and fall. It will never!

I ...

I fear.

.

"Rajuu ... Prince Harry has come! Napa buruan, kasian is overcast. What if he gets rained on?" Alya hurriedly approached me who was tidying up the book.

"Rain is just water, Al."

"What do you want rain? Rain love?"

"Haha .. funny." I replied with a crisp laugh.

Sure enough, when I had parted with Alya who was heading to his car, while I was heading to Reiki's car, it suddenly rained heavily. At first I was going to run, but it got wet. I just walked back to the guy's car.

When my steps were approaching his car, Reiki was seen who had gotten out of the car and was wearing an umbrella. He ran up to me who no longer needed an umbrella or anything. My body is wet, here with my bag which is fortunately made of waterproof.

"Why play the rain?" reiki asked with an annoyed look. Like a parent who nags his child.

"It's wet." I replied lightly.

"I don't want you to get sick, yeah,"

"No, not."

We are still talking under the rain. "Don't think anymore!" he said it still with the tone of command, as usual.

"Yes ..."

"Don't forget to bring an umbrella every day!"

"Yes ..."

I don't know where to get the idea, I suddenly pulled the umbrella out of his hand, then ran around the car while carrying an umbrella.

"Hey! Zura!"

He chased me because he was left behind by the umbrella. It was too late, his body was also wet. I'm happy to play with him. Because I instead of getting into the car, I just kept circling around the car while avoiding the conversation.

"Honey, stop!"

He's already grabbed me. I laughed at her who was soaking wet like me. Then on his lips there was a charming smile, a characteristic of his. I am getting used to it and I like it.

Pimply.

...***...

The next day I was at the bookstore. While waiting for Alya and Radit I went around the bookshelves of the novel section. It's been a long time since I've been hunting for a new novel. After choosing two pieces that look interesting from the title, I began to seriously read the synopsis of the story.

"Dance ..."

The voice was familiar to my ears. Sure oes. The owner of that voice was someone who had snatched away my first love. Filled my days for about four years. Even the smile is the same. A warm, thrilling smile, and I missed it.

Ibram Montana.

The husband of the person, Zura, remember that!

I managed to hold back the smile I wanted to give. I managed to control my feelings. After a month ago I saw him, now I meet him. But take it easy, Zura.

"Yes?" with weight finally my voice came out as well.

Something is strange. Why are her eyes warm again? Where was her hateful gaze at her wedding?

"How are you?" tanyakanya.

"Good."

I turned my eyes back to the books in my hands. Although I had lost my mood to find a book.

"You moved house? I went to your house, but a stranger I met as the owner."

Montana looking?

Wh why?

Papa did sell our house, that's why I was put in the Fachri house. When I got back from Japan, my dad said we were moving to Bali. And maybe I should find a job there too. But that's later, eleven more months. And after I graduated for sure.

"Yes I moved. And what business are you looking for me for?" many cold.

"I'm .. I expect an apology from you, Zura."

"It's all just the past, Mota .. never mind, I've forgiven you a long time."

"Zura ..." she held my hand. I stared at his hand sharply. He regained consciousness, and immediately released his hand. "Can we talk for a while and sit down? I beg you very much, Zura,"

He didn't want me to refuse, I know. Then I just nodded and put back the novel in my hand. Then I followed him who was walking in front of me. He led me to a fast food restaurant. I was sitting at a table, and he was not buying anything.

She soon returned with a burger, potatoes, and two sodas. I'm not interested in eating, to be honest. I just picked up the soda he was pouring.

"Please talk, I still have an appointment" I said after sipping my spoon.

Montana looked at me for a moment before she opened her voice. "I'm sorry, Zura. I'm really sorry."

"I'm sorry about you, Mota."

"I'm divorced."

I was a little surprised to hear his words. But I can't react to anything, I have to put on my flat face. Because the man in front of me is no longer worth anything in my life. My efforts have been too much to weld it, take it off with another woman.

"I just found out that .. Everything that happened was my mother's doing." she continued.

I still don't understand what or why he said. But I just kept waiting for him to talk while playing my straw in the glass.

"A year ago, I was betrothed. Yeah, I told you about my parents' intentions. But I convinced you to trust me. It's just ..."

He took a breath for a moment. As for me, it's still flat. Even though my chest is beating incoherently. But I can't lose. I have risen. I don't want to fall in the same hole.

"Mama gave me pictures of you with a man. At first I couldn't believe it. But as soon as I witnessed you being held by the man, and you lied about the truth, I believed my mother's words."

"Whose men?" my tone of voice doesn't like it. Maybe a little bit higher. It's good that I'm accused of cheating. I'm the one who died with her where it might be cheating.

Montana took out a photo that looked worn out. Like he had been squeezed many times or even thrown away and then he picked up again.

I took the photo and watched carefully. But I don't think I need to pay attention to who I know.

I didn't expect. Mama Montana used the photo and my closeness to the man in the photo as a weapon to incite Montana and finally managed to separate me from her son.

"I know who that is" said Montana with regret.

"He's a lovely brother, my neighbor. Who even had two children. He was holding me because I was stuck on a motorcycle."

"Yes, I know." Montana almost whispered. "I'm so sorry, Zura. I immediately divorced Dinar. Because I never loved him. I got married just because I wanted to repay my heartache to you which was clearly a mistake."

I quietly digested all of Montana's words and their meanings for me, for my heart. "So you said I was lying about the truth, what do you mean?" I still have the cold.

"I tested you at that time. I called after you entered the man's car. And you answer that you're home,"

"I don't want you to know about my little accident when you're having an important meeting yourself."

"Yes .. yes ... Zuras. I know you're that good. I know you're as sincere as love is to me." she said as she reached for my free left hand. "i foolishly believed in my mother more than you..

"I'm sorry, Zura .. forgive me."

I watched his hand hold my hand tightly. My eyes were pushy and floated at that incident over a year ago. I don't know what I'm feeling right now. I really don't understand what I want. What I was expecting.

I just need a minute to understand my feelings.

Just sec.

"Punish me, Zura .. accept me back, please."

...*****...