
Aqila took a deep breath, she did not know how to comfort Laras. Some pierced his feelings, so sharp and deep that they caused unspeakable pain. Now he is faced with a love that grows in his heart and a sincere and pure friendship.
"Aqila, thank you for worrying about me. Although it has been said there is nothing, but you seem to know if I am facing a problem" said Laras slowly.
Laras looked deeply at Aqila, wanting to see the innermost heart of his friend whom he greatly admired.
"Aqila, I knew Arif well not long before we became friends. At that time I fell on the toilet because the floor was slippery, my legs bruised and sprained so it was painful to walk. Brother Martin and his friends forced me to take part in the women's basketball race representing the school. I've explained many times that my legs hurt but they don't believe me, they accuse me of lying and just looking for excuses. I play basketball with my feet in pain. Luckily Arif came, he replaced me with Linda. From that moment it arose in my little heart to get to know brother Arif. I followed all the extracurriculars he followed, the more I knew him the more my heart became interested in him. I was so fascinated by her beautiful smile, her beautiful face, her kindness, she said, her intelligence and her attention. But he doesn't know what's going on in my heart. I didn't have the courage to express it because I realized that if I was just an ordinary woman, not beautiful nor smart. This heart is broken when it realizes that it likes someone, and it hurts when it comes to knowing who it is. Aqila, do you know who she likes?" Barrel Vocations.
Aqila's heart was beating faster, her delicate feelings had been able to guess who the person was but she did not dare to confirm it. Aqila shook her head.
" That guy is very special. Not only is she beautiful and smart, she also has a very good heart. I have to admit that Arif is more worthy of being with that person, but this heart cannot accept him. For days I was dissolved in grief, I could not hate that person but his existence tormented me greatly. That guy.is...you..." Said Laras, his crying broke again. He was very ashamed and hated himself but he could not lie to Aqila either.
How surprised Aqila was to hear the honest confession of Laras, Aqila's delicate heart felt like it had been pierced by thousands of needles, very sick and sore. His tears broke and flowed even more heavily on his cheeks, he had never been this sick before.
Dreaming even Aqila never thought if its existence caused sorrow in the heart of her best friend. After being satisfied with her tears, Aqila began to be able to think calmly.
"Don't Aqila, I don't want you to. It makes me evil. But...why do you say that? don't you like it?" ask Laras.
"Because our friendship is more important" Aqila said with a smile.
"Aqila, don't you like it?"ask Laras.
"Sister Arif deserves to be liked, he has a very good heart" said Aqila
"I mean, like him as a man" said Laras
"well, I don't know. I like him but I like his kindness" said Aqila.
Laras looked at Aqila's face, no sign of lying on her face. He was very pleased with Aqila's reply. He hugged Aqila and whispered thanks to her