METAPHOR OF YOUNG LEGISLATOR LOVE

Good Night

Indra can not be denied, indeed the clause that states that Zara should not contact Ryan directly Indra never mentioned to Zara, even completely unthinkable in his mind, so that Indra could not refute every word Zara to him.

"There are two reasons, sir," Zara said as Indra asked her why she contacted her master directly without communicating through Indra.

"What?" Indra listened to Zara's reasoning carefully. At that time he was sure, that Zara would only give a fabricated reason.

"First, because of the first rule I must not contact You first, before You contact or meet Me. Secondly, you do not make a rule that I should not contact Mr. Ryan Dewangga directly. So because the situation last night was so urgent, the one I was forced to contact was your Master, who is now also my master," Zara explained with so much confidence.

Zara's last words were a blow to Indra. And this time, Indra had completely lost to Zara, and could no longer say anything.

"Stupid. Idiotically. Idiotically. Why didn't I think about it?" indra's grout in heart.

"Alright, Zara. It's not your fault. Go to sleep, rest your body. Tomorrow we will work hard to find out who the two people really are" Indra lowered her voice.

"Tumben sounds good to hear. Usually he always wants to win," Zara's inner heart.

"Thank you, sir," said Zara, nodding slowly.

Hearing Zara's answer, Indra went to go home to her apartment. But before he stepped out his legs, out of nowhere, his hands seemed to be held back from stroking Zara's head. Yes, this is really magical and strange according to both Zara and Indra, because suddenly Indra rubbed Zara's head before she left Zara and went home to rest her body as well.

And for the first time, that night they parted with shahdu shades. Without quarrels, without anger, and without insults.

"Good night, Zara,"

"Good night,"

***

Tonight, Indra was really disturbed by Naja's words while in her master's room.

"I see absolutely no doubt in Indra's eyes, but I see there is love, instead" said his older brother a moment ago kept swirling in his mind.

"Sad. Why am I wasting my time thinking about something so insignificant?" Indra tried to dispel the trajectories of the mind that briefly flashed and so disturbed his heart and soul.

A second later, Indra closed his eyes so that all the trajectories of the mind were immediately lost and passed, but instead in his mind now flashed memory after memory when he was with Zara. From the moment of the first meeting that was so stressful, until the moment that Indra kissed Zara by force, now popping up like a slide and swirling in memory.

"Is this love?" indra Gumam.

"Huh, there's no way. This is absolutely impossible and will never happen" Indra continued to monologue without caring that she was in her apartment alone.

"Are you asleep, Zara?" I don't feel that word coming out of his mouth.

Even now, Indra was staring upwards, as if that gaze could deliver her to the girl that these few days had occupied her heart.

"No. No. No. Forget it and throw it. What's with me? Why do I keep thinking about that girl?" Indra was upset with her own heart.

***

At the same time in a different place, Zara had entered into her blanket, after removing the towel that had wrapped around her body and replaced it with a comfortable sleep dress that would accompany her to sleep until morning came.

But that night, there really was something that felt different in Zara's heart. Suddenly his heart felt lonely, his solitude was seeping and increasingly struggling. Although he had been very accustomed to living alone for the past few years, but the longing for those who had preceded him went and left Zara alone, he said, it instantly appeared without being dispelled again.

"I miss you guys. If only there were still you guys accompanying me here, maybe my life story would never be this complicated, "unfeelably, that clear grain dripped from the edge of Zara's eyes, she said, made a white pillow that he used to support his head become wet because of tears.

Zara sat back down and turned on the lamp beside her bed. A second later, he opened a drawer that was on the right side of the padded mattress he was in, then grabbed a photo that was parked there beautifully.

Zara looked at the photo with all the yearning she had in her heart. He saw one by one photos of the people he loved, who had left Zara struggling alone in this world.

From the photos of her parents, Zara's gaze turned to one more photo she was holding. A man who is not currently where, as if now looking at Zara fixedly from his place.

"I love you," said Zara as she kissed the two photos in her hand, then put the photo again to its original place.

Now, Zara was actually engrossed in looking at the ceiling of her room with all the strange flavors that she now felt. He tried to close his eyes, but Indra's treatment just a moment ago suddenly flashed and always appeared before his eyes.

"Even in my sleep you are still disturbing, sir," Zara muttered.

"Ho-ho-ho, but you've managed to steal my first kiss. How am I going to account for everything to my husband?" grunts again many times. Understandably, Zara is indeed the girl of today, but for this one business, she is completely untouched at all.

"But why did he turn so soft?" Zara again monologued with herself, remembering Indra who looked so sincerely rubbed Zara's head before finally returning home to her apartment.

"Ihhh, why the hell am I? Why does the shadow of the Mysterious Master keep bothering me?" zara shouted in annoyance, covering the blanket until her head went in and sank together, on her big bed.

And yes, neither Zara nor Indra that night could close their eyes. Not because in their hearts they have grown flowers of love, but because the shadow of the incident between the two of them in the night was very disturbing and could not be lost from the eye.

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