Liz Nadia's

Love - Wounds

In a resto tucked between magnificent buildings in the center of a large city, a 29-year-old man, sat filling a rattan chair's lapel, with three other seats ... looks empty jumping.

"Where are you, Nad?" He murmured grimly, as he continued to blab a tall glass of avocado juice which he had not tasted at all. "Why go without telling me? I miss you, Nad .. so miss you."

Still in soft voice mode, the man's lips continued to mutter his elation. He just lost. The loss he felt was either what or who.

The brother who lost his sister?

A pal?

Or a man over the woman he loves?

I don't know!

He can't even describe his own feelings. One clear word in his heart that now felt empty .. lost!

Linga Kenan!

A Forensic Pathologist. His work was always concerned with the dead as well as the law. Simply ... he was a 'corpse surgeon'. He served in a large hospital, not far from his current position.

....

Three days of his search for Liz Nadiah. The cheerful woman who almost never absent accompanied her daily life while in the city.

Liz Nadiah disappeared from Kenan Lingga's sight from four days ago, with no news and no news. The rented house that the girl had occupied before, was empty. Complete with goods that are also clean is not left. No social media activity, not even the phone number he used, is now no longer active.

Kenan Lingga's frustrated face is getting louder. Gondrong hair that used to be combed neatly, now looks messy. Dark circles around his eyes, also co-sponsored.

Liz Nadiah was the only woman closest to her. The cheerful figure that always stood beside her was encouraging.

"Where else should I look for you, Nad?" As he looked up, both of his palms now turned to rough sweep the long hair still past his shoulders.

Until a voice disturbs his own order. "Henner!"

Kenan Lingga blinked, then straightened his body after seeing it, the mpunya voice. "Lea."

"Doctor Glen's been looking for you." Malea Lupi said, while bending over to fill the empty seat next to Kenan Lingga. Proud white coat blending black span still appears attached to the body of the ranks. She's obviously beautiful.

"Why is he looking for me?"

Malea banged her shoulder. "I don't know. Maybe take you to lunch."

"Oh, that's all." There was a rough gust of Kenan Lingga's breath, then again scrambled his thick drink with a black straw that may have been tired because it was not also used should be. It seemed that the presence of the woman did not distract him at all.

"There's still no word from Nadiah?" Malea Lupi asked. Not a moment did his eyes move from the man's face.

Now Kenan Lingga's stern face shifted to look at the woman sitting next to him. Just staring. A somber tinge connected fretfully, starting to re-paint the viscous on his face. Then follows a slab which means; "Nothing. Nadiah's really gone, Lea. I don't know where else to look for him."

There's a shiver that infiltrates Malea Lupi's liver cavity. The reason, the girl with great love harbors Kenan Lingga. But hindered the man's undivided attention on the other girl ... Liz Nadia. A woman who even just ... just say the new man in Kenan Lingga's life.

But one thing astonished him.

Why did Kenan Lingga and Liz Nadiah never confirm their closeness in a more intimate form of relationship?

Being a pair of lovers - at least like that.

Because clearly, the dense chemistry between the two humans was very striking. It is undeniable by sight or time.

Whereas between Kenan Lingga and himself .. may only be a one-sided romance, which of course Malea Lupi himself who filled the throne of love, without a reply from the anticipated.

Almost until this moment, his feelings were still strongly hidden behind his pretenses.

Getir was swallowed, only hope in a line of wishful thinking in the rest of the waiting.

But not this time!

He should try it. Trying to fight a war hits his own powerlessness, which will obviously be nothing but wounds, wounds and wounds.

"Henner." Breaking the silence between them, Malea Lupi starts something she never started before. There is tension around him that he tries to wrap it in ordinary levels.

Just a glance Kenan Lingga looked at him, then returned indifferent and focused on the drink that had been only made into a toy. "What's up?"

That flat tone slightly made Malea Lupi's guts shrink. "Mr ..." His ten fingers squeezed each other, until they broke out in sweat.

Forward or not?

That's about what he had in mind.

Closing his eyes for a moment just to dismiss doubt. Breathing in silently, trying not to notice the man. "How much do you like Nadiah?" Finally, the question escaped from his choked throat. Breaking through the burden, waiting for answers in hope and anxiety - Malea Lupi.

And as soon as the question managed to disturb the residence of Kenan Lingga. His face shifted back to look at the woman. "You mean?" He asked with a deep frown. It sounded pretty awkward in his ears.

Bending her head, staring at the two hands that were getting wet with sweat on top of her annuals, tensed up Malea Lupi to face the unusual situation she had just created. "I see you're so frustrated." His face began to rise, though not straight. "Then Nadiah disappears, many important times you ignore just to find Nadiah."

The question and statement was quite stomping on Kenan Lingga's feelings. Now his attention is no longer on the juice glass, the contents of which may have been tasteless, as the ice cubes began to melt. Her body was facing Malea Lupi. His gaze was clearly no longer friendly.

"As much time as I have, as much as Nadiah becomes the content in it" said Kenan Lingga firmly and stressed.

He stood up. Reverse the contents of his wallet, then put a sheet of money whose nominal is far more than the price of drinks that are not even a little bit wiped. "I'm sorry."

There was a tremendous blow to Malea Lupi's heart. It is more than just pain. Intentions to convert themselves to replace the main role, what power ... figuran was already no longer have a place.

The glass in her eyeballs had broken. He stared at the sturdy back of Kenan Lingga who was now starting to move away from his sight. "I'll never really get a chance."

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