Love to Aruna

CUA S2 - Chapter 21

It was a bright morning but not as bright as Aruna's mood at the moment. The message sent by an unknown number last night on his phone was a success to make him restless.

This morning, as usual, Papa Danu was already looking neat. I don't know where the destination is this time, to make Bram more curious. Before Papa Danu stepped out of the house, Bram had already prevented him.

"Papa .." call Bram as he approaches Papa Danu who is already in the doorway.

"What's Bram?"

"It's this neat, Papa where are you going?"

"Papa's going to the office. Papa just wants to see - look at the state of the office. Papa hasn't been there for a long time."

"We go the same - the same. Just waiting for Aruna to change clothes."

"Papa go first with Bambang. Papa also went only for a moment. Yeah, you go, Papa first?" then immediately get out and go straight into his car that is ready to wait.

Bram can only see the departure of Papa Danu.

Today, Papa Danu is going to TRF. Not just to look - see, but to ensure the state of Rama. Papa Danu was so anxious, when Rama arrived - often asked about Dicko who was none other than himself. Not impossible, Rama's memory will return someday. For that, he wants to make sure himself, if Rama has not remembered anything.

If Rama's memory has returned, maybe things won't be the same as before. Unknowingly, what he has done, it will hurt many people. Bram, Aruna, and Rama.

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No wonder what happened this morning, so in front of the TRF building there are so many journalists.

As soon as Bram arrived and got out of his car, the reporters came rushing towards him. There are so many questions that they ask that Bram is confused and does not understand what is happening.

"Are you Bram?"

"Say you're Mona's lover. Is true?"

"Do you know that Mona is a young artist who is often involved in scandals?"

Bram ignored those questions. Keeping her calm, she grabbed Aruna's hand and led her along to enter the building.

And the reporters did not give up. They're trailing behind Bram. And keep asking questions - questions that Bram is reluctant to answer.

"Is this woman your wife?"

"So Mona it's your affair. Does your wife know about your affair?"

That last question is a matter of patience for Bram.

"Enough! Please get the hell out of here. And I emphasize once again, between me and Mona there is no relationship whatsoever. Go away you guys."

Then Bram stepped back in. With Aruna's hand. But a reporter asked a question again. Questions that make the Bram ears hot instantly.

"Say your wife was once just a Cleaning Service. Is that really so? Many netizens are sad. And there are so many beautiful women who are better suited to you."

Bram was about to approach the journalist with his fiery rage. But someone had already approached the journalist and clutched his collar firmly. To make the journalist look up with his feet stepped. And start to get scared.

Ramah.

Since then he has been watching Bram and Aruna in the crowd of journalists. The one who was worried about him was Aruna. Because the woman is not used to this kind of situation.

"It's a pity that this smooth face of yours should be battered. I warned ... the woman ..." glancing at Aruna, "never demeaning her. If I hear anything bad about her, I'll make sure you're not in this world anymore." Rama half whispered but full of emphasis.

The reporter could only swallow his saliva with great difficulty. His face began to pale.

"Ma_sorry. I'm sorry."

"Go from here. Bring all your friends. If you still love your life. Quick go."

"Good ... Fine."

Rama took his hand off the journalist's collar. And the reporter immediately rushed away from the place followed by his other colleagues.

Seeing Bram and Aruna looking at him in astonishment, Rama slowly approached him. With a focused look at Aruna. The gaze he often gave Aruna first. And Aruna knew how Rama looked at her. A gentle yet heart-wrenching look.

And Aruna was stunned as she stared at the look in Rama's eyes. The way Rama looked at her really reminded her of someone.

Dickos.

It was very similar to the way Dicko looked at her first. A look full of love. That look instantly made his heart flutter. Unconsciously his eyes continued to look at Rama and forget about Bram. And forget the words of the journalist who made his pride hurt.

While Bram, who was standing next to her, started to show flashes of anger. His jaw hardened and his hands clenched tightly. His eyes looked intently at Rama who was staring at each other with Aruna.

"It's me, Aruna. I'm happy you finally get to see again." Rama looked at Aruna.

If there was no Bram, maybe his tears would have fallen by now. Rama hugged her tightly. Spilling his deep longing. But as much as possible Rama controls his heart that feels bitter. The woman he loved so much. The woman who made him was able to survive until this moment. It belongs to someone else.

I don't know why it feels like Aruna wants to cry right now. Suddenly, his heart ached as he looked at Rama. His heart felt as if the one standing before him right now was Dicko. Aruna really misses him.

Finally, feeling unable to stand it any longer, Bram quickly pulled Aruna's arm. Then dragged him away from the place, away from Rama. Ruggedly. Bram was very angry.

Bram was burning jealous to see his wife looking at each other with another man. But he tried to contain his anger.

"What do you mean?" instead of answering, Aruna asked back.

"Aruna, from the way you look at Rama, it is very clear that you have hope in him. Do you expect that he's right, Brother Dicko? How can a dead person live again?"

"You're wrong Bram. I didn't expect it to be that way."

"I don't like the way you look at it. I really don't like." Then it was closer to Aruna who was standing with her face down.

"Whatever the gossip is going on out there, don't think too much about it." Bram diverts the conversation.

"They are right. Out there, there are many beautiful women who are more worthy of your company. Compared to me, former Cleaning Service."

Akh's. Former Cleaning Service. Instantly Aruna felt slapped. Makes his memories momentarily go back in time. And strangely enough, it was Dicko's memories that twisted back in his memory. When I first met Dicko. One by one the memories with him were clearly drawn in his memory.

Gosh darn. What happened to your heart Aruna. The presence of Rama really messes with his heart and mind. If Aruna still expects Dicko, then what about Bram? Hasn't Aruna gone too far?

Slowly Bram touched Aruna's chin and raised his face. Aruna's eyes began to glaze over. It felt like something was piercing his heart. Either Dicko's memory or the journalist's words.

"Since then, I've never had a problem with who you are. I love you sincerely."

"I know."

"I don't like to see you look at other men like that. Whoever he is, I don't like." Bram recalled the time Aruna looked at Rama.

"Sorry Bram, I'll go to my room first. My head feels a little dizzy."

"You'd better go home and rest at home."

"alright. Maybe I should go home."

"I'll take you home."

"No need. I'll just order a cab."

"Yes already. Heart - heart, huh?"

Aruna nodded her head. Then out of Bram's room after getting a warm peck on his forehead.

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Aruna slightly disobeys Bram's orders, who asks him to go home. Instead, he went to Dicko's grave. For some reason, today he missed her so much more than the day before.

With crouching, Aruna began to sprinkle petals that had been bought from the flower shop not far from the cemetery. Unknowingly, her tears began to fall. For some reason, her longing today felt so stifling to the chest.

If Dicko still existed.

If Dicko still existed.

But in reality, Aruna can only be intelligent - if. That guy's never coming back.

After feeling enough to spill his longing, Aruna then rose. His feet began to step away from the tomb. When he arrived there was a familiar voice, and made his steps stop.

"You miss him so much?"

Aruna turned around immediately. Facing the owner of that familiar voice.

Ramah.

The man smiled gently at her.

Buru - Buru Aruna wiped away the remaining tears that were still wetting her face.

"No matter how much I miss him, he'll never come back. He's gone and left me. Even without saying anything. He just left."

"What if he's really back."

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