
A letter written 4 years ago.
For Mas Rangga,
Mas. It's me Zira. I don't know if this letter will get into your hands or not.
Ii'm sorry…
There are various lies in our household and it was deliberately done to take your heart. Even so, I love you sincerely.
I can't keep our promise to be together. Maybe Mas will hate me for leaving Mas and our son, but I have no other choice.
I had to do all this…
To be honest, my purpose in marrying Mas was only to get revenge for my mother's death, but as time went on I realized that it wasn't Mas's fault.
All this is his fault, I will avenge my mother and return soon to explain everything…
But if I don't come back, I'm sorry, maybe this is my last message. Please let go of my goan…
Ii'm sorry…
From Zira to Rangga.
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The night is getting late, the clock shows at 23:50 WIB. The moonlight was so bright accompanied by a gentle breeze that shook the green leaves of the trees, while accompanying those who were standing at the door.
Rangga who was holding Razi, initially felt hesitant when he would knock on Zira's door. Slowly he sighed, preparing himself with what awaited him in there.
After he ventured then the door he knocked, not long after from behind the sound of people saying.
"Wait a minute" he shouted. Tina came to open the door for them.
"Who is it, who comes these nights" murmured Tina.
Tina repeatedly rubbed her eyes slightly from drowsiness, to confirm the truth of what she was seeing.
"Ehem... Can I come in? rangga asked to break the silence.
Tina who was still confused, just nodded her head in response.
"Thank you" said Rangga. He began to step his feet inside, but stopped for a moment remembering his son who was sleeping in his hands.
"Ah wait a moment, please bring Razi to sleep in his room," said Rangga while moving his son into Tina's hands.
After the man died and walked towards Zira's room, Tina's consciousness returned.
"Rightly what the sister of Love said, tonight we have an uninvited guest" he murmured.
Rangga who was climbing the stairs one by one began to feel unsettled due to borderline personality disorder that he had.
Little by little anxiety haunts, for fear of being abandoned a second time by someone he cares about.
When he was right at the door, he remembered his reunion with Zira who was then known as Cinta, a beautiful artist who worked at his company.
The fear of being abandoned again, made him turn back. But unfortunately the move was stopped instantly by Zira.
"I've been waiting for a long time" said Zira, who was holding Rangga's hand on her back.
Slowly the man turned back towards her. It was reflected from the look in his eyes, which was so depressed.
"What should I do" said Rangga.
"Will you hear my story?" Zira said slowly while smiling.
The anxiety in his heart began to dissipate as soon as he heard a word spoken from Zira.