Marrying a Friend

Daniel

"Son Daniel's seen her?" Gina's eyes looked at the sarcasm towards me. He had already guessed with my weak nod, which made him instantly snort sarcasm.

"Then? The outcome?"

I turned to him, letting him wait for the question he asked me.

My sister is really looking forward to me meeting the girl I love.

We're at his apartment. Again talking about a topic that clearly makes me empty and desperate at this time.

"Gina? " my moan turned around as she looked at him begging to stop urging me again who was up yesterday, but she just rolled her narrow eyes and snorted in annoyance.

"Until when, huh? Until when to let Nesya hate you that you're not really wrong? Until when, brother?"

"I've seen him, Gin, I've tried! But.… " My voice disappeared in a dark view, when it crossed Nesya's face with a view of hatred and do not like to see me, so avoid several times who want to meet him— is clearly engraved in this mind.

And I know, he hates me!

"He must know, Brother, Nesya must know! How can he blame and hate my brother like this, and the truth is that you avoid him because of—“

“Enough, Gina! I don't want to talk about it anymore!" My feeble voice was now grabbing and cutting the words of the girl standing not far from me, who was looking at me with eyes gleaming with sadness.

I then went in and left the girl in the kitchen room, locked myself in this not-so-extensive room. The room and the place that had been holding me all this time, as long as it had stayed away from my heart, as long as the star of my heart had left me here so stifling, although I knew the girl did not know the truth and even—Nesya without indirectly leaving and getting out of my life line—dodged from both my parents who did not want to make them both know over the relationship which has long since ended.

Tears were dripping, as I looked at the large picture that was attached sweetly to the bronze wall of this room. Photo with the pose of a black curly haired girl, her hair on the flops to the right side until half of the face is clearly visible in a sideways position while glancing to the right with a sweet smile widened adorning the beautiful face.

The water is flowing again. My chest cavity felt tight, rumbling and was crying bitterly. The tears I had sustained earlier before Gina, which left a sore and sore effect on the throat, were now spilling profusely.

How can I leave you, Nesya? How can I not want to accompany you in your difficult times, while this heart loves you so much! Why can't you understand this heart? Do you really understand the heart that used to love you for four years?

At that last meeting, when you asked me to accompany you to look after the child, I just wanted to say, asking you to explain together and talk to my parents, he said, we got married quickly without waiting for our lecture to finish, but whatever was on your mind at the time, you left me without giving me a chance to talk.

Why Nesya? Why did you punish this heart that could not protect you back then?

Really, I miss you, so miss you!

My inner voice revolted screaming out loud that was so painful and I could not hold it anymore, which made this face look down in shade with the body shaking in a sobbing crying held the pain, stifling, letting drop by drop fall down spilled down on my open palm.

The sound of music coming from outside the room was so soft and slashing, when the song Half My Heart Left from the local band—Geisha, voiced this dark heart, in the middle of the overcast twilight.

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My days were heavy as before, when Nesyaku left. Sometimes, when I miss him so much, with my silly behavior, meeting him secretly without anyone knowing. Looking at her from a distance as she was tending and watering the flowers, cleaning the yard and when he sat down to relax while reading a book in the yard with a piece of cloth that was being spread on the ground green grass. Yeah, this is all I can do.

Looking at her observed each of those sweet smiles, and closed her eyes imagining it as if she was smiling for me. Even if I don't see him for a day, just the memories of him—which I still have—became my blind drug to clog the increasingly gnawing cherry. Enjoy the pain in a longing that kills slowly.

Life without it now, like my soul and my life are empty. Without her cheerful smile, without the gentle voice that had been making me firm all this time. Moreover, when the drunkard was crushing him in front of me. The thought again flashed through my brain and made my body convulse with rage.

If you'd given me a chance to talk, Nesya. If you give me a chance to explain everything .. Really, it feels like it's all ruined and pointless without you right now! My misses are really stirring up and taking away all my peace right now!

"Sister?" gina's voice broke the daydream and made me wipe away the tears that were involuntarily dripping. I forgot to lock the door.

"Aren't you okay?" the girl's anxious voice made me smile knotty.

"As long as my brother is still with me,"

Gina sighed, then walked up to me. Knee bent before me who was sitting empty, helpless. For a moment, staring so closely. The look on his face was so sad that it clearly seemed a sense of pity there. However, a glimmer of cheering smile seemed there that he was trying for this brother who had lost hope and was almost desperate.

"All I know is, my brother isn't this fragile. He's tough, so tough!" muttered Gina who almost whispered while wiping these tears and smiled.

But what creates rigidity is what is missing!

"I don't know, someone out there, could be more broken if you see those tears, so smile!" My eyes sparkled and made this head bow.

"Find me, brother, meet him again! She did still belong to someone else, but at least, big brother had tried not to hurt her by removing the shadow of misunderstanding in his life about big brother!"

I pulled her in my arms and the girl cried in my chest with a sob. "I'm sure, brother isn't that fragile." Whisper Gina and make this hug tight.

After the latch came off, then snatched the jacket and went by as a glance saw Gina smiling cheeringly.

The weather this afternoon was very sunny. My white sports motorbike is now traveling at normal speed on the road that began to be crowded with vehicles. I want to meet Nesya and explain everything, although of course Nesya's husband obviously does not like this, but it must be done.

My motorbike has entered the yard, and is parked in the yard of his house. The atmosphere of the large enough house was so quiet, there were no signs of life here. The red Yaris car was parked sweetly in the middle-sized garage— was not closed, and the red Jazz sedan car was parked in this yard which was not far from my motorbike which I occupied parking. I went to the brown door with the big iron handle, and then pressed the bell. Before long, his sturdy body with spike hair was now shocked to look at with a cold and furious look, his jaw stiffening.

"What's wrong?" clearly those defensive views and sounds exist.

"I need to talk to you, Firhan. Please?" I begged while looking at him.

Firhan sighed while looking at me who was still sharp and cold.

"What else do you want to explain, Daniel?"

"Please, may I speak with Nesya?"

Hearing the name of his wife was thrown from my mouth, his jaw again hardened and clenched his mouth, his two cold eyes so sharp still could not be seen me.

"I don't want to make a fuss with you. So please, Daniel, please, understand! I think you know Nesya better than me!"

His tone sounded cautious and contained patience there. It seems he was reluctant and lazy to serve me.

The big door was about to close the man, but I quickly intercepted by holding the door from closing.

"I beg you, Firhan? And he's still my girlfriend, too, to this day!"

The cold yet calm face from earlier, turned violent and convulsing as well as furious. His eyes were cold and sharp as if warning the war flag, then in the next second, the fist landed several times on this face which made me repeatedly tumble to the floor without giving me a chance to talk.

Floating across the face violently and violently unintentionally resisted and punched him back. Perhaps that was the anger he had endured all this time, giving him a chance to vent.

"I'M BEGGING TO LIVE ONE LAST TIME?" my screams that came out without me being able to control and I realized in between the breath and the ringing of pain, as Firhan was about to punch this face back.

And that, which made him instantly stop his punch. His gaze was still sharp, but it was like thinking something and hesitating.

"Please, to live last time?" I repeat, but in a barely whispering intonation and on the sidelines coughing, holding the chest. I don't know why the sentence was thrown again which I realized based on the shout again from my mind.

Firhan was still looking at me sharply, but there was a curious and questionable glint in his eyes while looking back defensively while still panting, hoping that he would grant my request this time.

I looked in disbelief and was surprised that the big, sturdy, muscular hand that was outstretched was about to help me get up and stand up.

God, what does he mean….

I grabbed it and smiled faintly in a ringing as I stood up.

"Come tomorrow! I need some time to woo her first!"

That sentence was like a glimmer of illumination in my life that seemed like an energizing vitamin.

"Thank you, I won't forget it!" My sigh, which I could not control, passed happily in the ringing.

His gaze turned warm and there was a flash of regret there.

Could it?

"Thank you for taking care of him, too, my friend!" I said with a face still beaming and smiling happily while staring, hugging him who was still speechlessly confused, then patting his shoulder slowly repeatedly.

"Just be yourself." The ink contained anxiety in a flat tone and made this smile crackle while looking down.

Hopefully it's a good start for us.

Before I go home—maybe he deserves it—I reach into my pants pocket and take my turquoise colored wallet, then take that blue sparkling clear thing. Firhan looked at me questioningly as I stretched out towards him. A long circular object with a clear star-shaped pendant, on each side of which there is a jewel and inscribed with N&F. If each side is pressed, it will open itself and reveal the contents inside the pendant.

"Take it and open it. And you'll see that beauty honestly, truly envying me," Firhan's forehead creased faintly, after observing the thing he grasped and hearing this remark that I only returned with a meaningful smile.

"I beg you, take care of him. Don't make tears of sadness drip on her cheeks." My shrivel and Firhan's gaze stared with widened eyes, like realizing something.

With a big smile, I then left him who was standing in a daze, watching me pass without a word from him.

Sometimes, you have to wait for the rain to subside, before you see the beautiful rainbow. Although it renders sanity and wrenches peace, but at least, struggle and effort have been raised. No matter you fall over and over again, but believe me, every pain you enjoy is, unknowingly, a sweet you encounter among one of them. And that is the name, the miracle and the love of God for you.

This invisible wound in the chest, leaving a painful and painful effect that slowly brought me to death before leaving, at least realized one thing, that longing does take away peace and love undermines sanity. No matter what phase and condition you appear to be in, it even brings you into a silliness that is so impossible in life and so embarrassing, strangely unknowingly enjoying, even though in the end there is a rumbling wound that is so tight it is not visible in the chest.

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