Liz Nadia's

Be late

There is a story that must be closed, even before it can reach half.

Kenan Lingga's eyes could not be closed in the least. The atmosphere of the night is getting late and worship the silence. Even nocturnal animals are not heard even just breathing.

He filled a room in Liz Nadiah's residence. The room looks much more comfortable and neat. Different when last tempo when occupied Andromeda, because it has been through the renovation stage some time ago.

Roll to the left and to the right, hit by fret. Too bitter to take a sip of reality that might not take his side.

Tomorrow he must return to his hometown because the demands of the task that continues to scream forced his touch .. without Liz Nadiah.

Does that mean ...he has grasped his destiny line without the shadow of the woman again in his life?

....

"No!" he dismissed his own thoughts with an unacceptable ring. Now he chose a sitting position, cross-legged legs while looking down to grip his upper hair with both palms. "I have to keep fighting for Nadiah. I don't care about that fucking match!"

A classic reason, which might be the subject of ridicule in an age as cool as this.

A MATCHMAKING!

A taboo word that seems to retain its prestige over time for a handful of people.

And that goes for Kenan Lingga.

The role of the parent determines his future. It becomes a stumbling block that holds him back from achieving what is imprinted in his true hope.

Therefore, he never revealed his heart to Liz Nadiah. Although he knew, the woman ... also had the same taste with him.

...-...

Morning has reigned.

The clock is seven o'clock.

Dark circles under Kenan Lingga's eye bags, clearly painted. Until now, not even a blink of it in the stack.

Liz Nadiah caught it. "Remain to this inconvenience" he said suddenly, sitting his body across from Kenan Lingga's chair. Qinay, the ill-fated thin girl who now lives in the house, chooses another chair next to Liz Nadiah.

"Maap? Meanin?" A glass of warm milk that has just been made by Liz Nadiah, has been docked in Kenan Lingga.

"It seems like this place doesn't make you comfortable sleeping." Liz Nadiah regrets.

A thin smile on Kenan Lingga's lips. "It's not like that. Your house is very comfortable. It's just .. Maybe I'm not used to the cold." One sip left the warm milk in half.

"Yes, it is very cold here at night" said Liz Nadiah. The head with his dongker hijab moved to look out the window that had been busy wide. Showing the morning with the bad luck of the cool wind. "But I like it. It's quiet here."

Kenan Lingga smilingly caught that shady face. The face that tormented him in the cage of longing stifled. Until a strand of sentences that last night to think about until rounded into a handful of determination. "Gift."

The call caught the attention of the mp's name. "Yes." Yeah."

There is no reason to delay, even if it is just a pause, Kenan Lingga pace throws everything he has prepared as soon as the wind passes. "Married to me."

Liz Nadiah's shady eyes widened, thinning her petals until almost eroded. His heart was beating past it should. "What?"

Qinay also gasped at the sudden words of the man. He was obviously not comfortable being in a position that was not his scene at all. Too sensitive. "Umm, Brother Nad, Mr. Lingga, I'm sorry," he said starting to lift the body.

"No, Qinay. You'd better stay here" stop Liz Nadiah. For him, it was enough only when he was with Amdromeda that he was left alone. Now Qinay must take the role of the third figure.

"But, Sister ...."

"Sit back to your place!"

Liz Nadiah doesn't want to be denied.

Then hesitantly, sticking his palms together on the table, Qinay lowered his body back down.

"What did you mean, Kenan?"

For a moment of breath gathering, Liz Nadiah's question brought Kenan Lingga back to the plot of his goal, "Yes, Nadiah. As I said earlier. I want .. we are married. I want us to be strengthened by the bond" he said with a firm look touching the heartstrings. "I love you, Nadiah. Love you so much."

After a long time of wandering.

After repeated droughts replaced rain and vice versa.

After the roll the story rolls up to the limit.

Finally ... the expression of that feeling was heard by Liz Nadiah. A phrase he always waited for to become a fool.

But ... why is it all just revealed Kenan Lingga, after he unanimously decided to no longer hope?

"Jawab, Nad."

The demands made him realize.

He lifted back the gaze he had originally cast on a plate of red bean-topped omelette, in front of him.

Stare at the man.

"Maap, Kenan. I can't."

Bringing up that sentence alone even had to crush one part of Liz Nadiah's heart. Not that he didn't love the man, but he didn't want to be evil, he didn't want to be selfish. There will be a greater wound, more than the pain felt at this time. Malea Lupi's.

The woman's feelings will be more crumbling, rather than her feelings that were clearly from a long time ago only left floating by Kenan Lingga. And he's used to it.

"You're kidding me, aren't you, Nad? You want to marry me?"

Liz Nadiah shook her head slowly. "No, Kenan. I really can't." Not caught the slightest lie from the look in his eyes.

Tracing in disbelief, the answer completely overturned the conviction of Kenan Lingga. His face and heart are in one phase. Crashed, stomped, pulverized. He did not expect, Liz Nadiah would be that easy to reject.

"Why, Nad? We love each other. I know that."

The man's words were enough to make Liz Nadiah stunned. Too late to admit. But this is no longer the time. Since getting the attention of a companion that Kenan Lingga bestowed on him while in the city, since then, he has been accustomed. He is used to walking like a friend. Kenan Lingga never made a single confession about his feelings like five minutes ago. And now he came ... as if to tickle the decision he had painstakingly formed.

"Don't reveal anything you shouldn't. From the beginning between us is only that," said Liz Nadiah, while throwing her gaze to a point. His lips and heart were clearly different directions.

"Sister Nad, I'm sorry, I'm going to the kitchen first."

This time Qinay breezed quickly leaving that dramatic situation, which obviously made him even more uncomfortable.

Liz Nadiah even just glanced at him, with a careless heart, imperfectly paying attention to the girl. His mind and heart had been melted in the atmosphere between him and Kenan Lingga.

"But I love you, Nad. Sorry if I kept quiet all this time. But I really-"

"Enough, Kenan!" liz Nadiah. "Walk in your own way. And I .. will walk my way."

Kenan Lingga is unable to refute anything. Petrified in its ketolololannya.

For too long, she kept the woman in uncertainty, only to be deterred from respecting her parents for the matchmaking they had prepared for her.

She has won the heart of her beloved woman. But without realizing it, the closeness that he seasoned with attention to Liz Nadiah in the past, clearly has created a gap in between, even before he tried. He has conquered, then will not be separated, the belief becomes a boomerang that ultimately destroys his own love.

Women at that time certainly based their beliefs in a form of relationship that God diridhoi. He obviously will not accept, love each other, but in a state of nothing.

You idiot!

Kenan Lingga Manga is able to curse his own stupidity in the heart. Why did not he marry Liz Nadiah, despite having to go through hard defiance at the beginning of his journey.

And now .. it's too late. Even if only to regret.