Lover (Brain) Halal

I Love You

Alza waited an hour, but Dira did not return. He's worried. Where did the woman go? Several times Alza came down from the gurney, pacing back and forth. But instead of being calm, they get more anxious. Until the creaking of the door made him jump and spontaneously mention the name Dira.

"Dira?" Two middle-aged women looked at him confusedly. Alza biting her lips, afraid to open her mouth.

"Why with Dira? Owen .. You are missing. Just left behind, too," Nurul said with a stifled smile. While Bi Ining giggled.

"Em ... What does Ammah mean?" Alza was sitting on the bed because her legs began to ache standing earlier.

"Then I told Ammah he went home first. I want surprise." Nurul looked at Alza with a sweet smile. "Thank you, Son Za, you love Dira."

Alza's breath was choked. The darling? He forced a smiling lip. "Yes, you're welcome, Mah."

Alza looked down, staring at the white ceramic floor. He remembered all his treatment of Dira. Slap, snapping? It was all this time given, but the woman always looked joyful in front of their family. Wh why?

"Is there a problem?" Nurul's voice interrupts. Alza raised her face high, to the ceiling. He widened his eyelids so that they could form a clear liquid.

"Bi Ining, you buy fruits first, gih!" nurul Titah. He got up, took the money he had hundreds of thousands from the bag then handed it to Bi Ining.

"Good, Mom." Bi Ining went outside.

Nurul sighed, then took a sitting position next to Alza. The man was still staring up.

"Same story ammah, what's the problem? Ammah knows, you're not okay." Nurul looked at the door of the room with a blank look. When she went to their house, she caught Dira crying. Nurul knows, Dira won't tell me if it's a matter of feeling. She's the woman who's covered up the problem. Dira only has a few friends, one friend. Wherever you go, you must be with your best friend. Now then? Dira himself.

Nurul deliberately canceled the intention to meet Dira. She chooses to see Alza, because Nurul believes all the answers are with the man. "You don't want to tell the same story? Yeah, it's okay." Nurul got off the gurney.

"Ammah .. I'm sorry." Alza's words suddenly made Nurul turn his head.

"I can't be happy with Dira yet. I-I-I just made her keep crying." Alza looked down, tears unstoppable. While Nurul was silent, waiting for the continued expression of Alza even though his heart would hurt to hear it all.

"But, Mah." Alza raised her gaze, wiping away the liquid that was soaking her cheeks. "Now I realize .. if I really love Dira, love Dira." He looked at the Amma.

Nurul smiled slightly, patting Alza on the shoulder. "Well, you know, but you should also know that a woman's heart is fragile. Maybe he could show a smile at any moment, but his heart? We don't know. Advice ammah, before it's too late to fix everything!"

Alza nodded. "Sure, Mah. Thank you." Thank you."

The door opened, both of them. Bi Ining appeared carrying a black crackle bag. He gave a small smile. Alza wiped the still watery corners of her eyes, took a breath then smiled widely made-up.

***

In the house Dira was incessantly crying. Lamenting the fate of households that are believed to be soon disbanding. Dira love Alza, but Alza? He chose an unceremonious lover.

The knock on the door made him flinch. He got up off the floor. Yes, she cried while hugging her knees on the floor. Dira opened the door no matter who it was and how it looked.

"Dek, you .. astagfirullah! Why are you thinking!?" Jovan cried out hysterically at the sight of the woman's appearance.

"Not lie! Tell me, what's up?" Jovan held both of Dira's shoulders, staring into those puffy eyes.

"I'm tired" said Dira, "go, Bang. Take a break first."

"Dira ... tell me what's going on?" Jovan grabbed Dira's body, hugging tightly.

Dira's eyes bulged, she pushed forcefully onto Jovan's body. However, unfortunately his strength had no effect at all. "Detach, Bang. Off!" Dira sobbing. Slowly he hid the face in the chest of the man's field, vanishing all sorrow there.

"Don't cry, I'm here." Jovan rubbed the head wrapped in the maroon's red hijab. Her crying is getting louder.

The woman whose hope was lost, heart was slashed, anger and disappointment were raging in her mind. The body that is fighting all the annoying feelings that arise, just because love is supposed to be beautiful, must be painful.

When you are heartbroken, you may feel yourself falling into a deep abyss, or from what height you have fallen. Then fall! Let your body land at that lowest place because all the universe wants from you is to fall. Then fall! Never fight gravity.

Everything in this world needs a process. Nothing in this world happens overnight. (Maybe) this kind of process is a way of dialogue with God. He was talking to you about the meaning of your life. He wants you to feel this pain to know the good intentions behind it. Then accept yourself who is sick. Accept yourself who is falling. Accept your wounded self, and accept your imperfect self and then forgive yourself completely, for all your good and your shortcomings. Love yourself.

"I love you."

That one sentence managed to make Dira's cry stop. He pushed Jovan's body with all his might. Their eyes met, but they were different. Jovan stared with all the love, while Dira was fed up.

"Go!" hardik the woman, her breath hunting. He was afraid, with the current events all added runyam. Enough Alza alone to make him tormented, others do not.

"Dira .. I just want you to see me, see my love. Only I love you sincerely. Help me!" jovan. He intended to grab Dira's hand, but the woman brushed aside quickly.

"No, Bang! Enough is enough, go!" Dira's eyeballs glazed over, preparing to spill the liquid again. Again and again.

Jovan. "I'm not leaving until you accept me. I beg ... release yourself from the shackles of Alza and we start a new life. I'll make sure happiness for you" said Jovan, his grievous eyes stemming the tears from earlier.

"I think you're just a brother, but if you continue like this it's better we don't have a relationship. Let's just say, we never knew. Go!" Dira pointed at the gate with a downward look.

The sound of applause made them look. A woman dressed in sexy clothes appeared uninvited. He fiddled with his phone then showed a photo that made Dira aghast.

"What the fuck?" Dira tried to snatch the phone. "Claudia, love me!"

"What's? Love to you?" Claudia's laughter exploded. He pointed at Dira's face. "We'll see, ******! How does the expression of the husband who saw the picture of his wife hugging another man?" Claudia smiled cynically, then waltzed away.

"Claudia!" Dira will chase, but Jovan instead holds back.

"That's it. Let it go," said Jovan softly.

Plaque!