METAPHOR OF YOUNG LEGISLATOR LOVE

Fight with me

The feeling continued to lash out as they looked at each other. No fatigue, really. Even now, the color of the rainbow seems only to be a pseudo-shadow that melenakan. Can you stay in the middle of a storm of trials? Or just have to forget all the memories and wonderful promises ever uttered?

Indra was really worried. His heart really could not afford to let go of what he had been fighting for. If prayer and blessing were not to be found, his world would be full of darkness. All hope fades, if her love story will only be an overnight dream. Will God show us the way?

"Goodbye, Sir. May you get the sweet girl that you and your mother want" Zara said, turning to Indra. A second later, hendel the door Zara turned.

"Zara! Auuuuw," Indra tried to get out of his sleep and intended to hinder Zara, but dear indeed. Three parts of Indra's new body in a matter of days operated on, absolutely can not be invited to compromise. Until because Indra was too forced to sit and chase Zara, Indra's body fell to the floor, with bandages that were still plastered, as well as an infusion bottle that fell following her body. Blood poured profusely from the direction of Indra's hand, due to the intravenous needle that released itself.

Seeing that frightening thing, Zara rounded her eyes and ran towards Indra. Even the things he brought he threw away just like that, in order to be able to scatter into the body of the man he really loved.

"Indraaaa .., hiks ..., hiks .., hiks ...," Zara put Indra's head on her lap and cried as she could.

"Please ..., please Indra ...," cried Zara, feeling unable to carry the body of her lover alone.

Until the guards in front of the room rushed inside, hearing Zara scream for help in a heartbreaking voice. A second later, they had already lifted Indra's body back into his patient's bed.

"His hand is bleeding .., call the doctor!" Zara shouted again, noticing the many bloodstains on the sprey as Indra was already lying on the spot.

"If you leave, you'll see me hurt more than this" Indra said, staring at Zara.

Zara did not care what Indra said to her. He was busy holding a used infusion needle in the hand of Indra who was still bleeding fresh blood. This time Zara was really crying, a sight that was very rarely seen by everyone who had ever known her.

Finally, the doctor and several nurses came, to reattach the infusion needle on Indra's hand and check the surgical scars on the top and both legs.

"Please don't move much first, or it will harm you, sir. We will definitely schedule therapy for your feet, but this is not yet the time. Scarring surgery in your lungs, as well as some of the internal injuries you experience have not allowed to move much. Wait until your internal injuries improve, then your legs will be treated until You can walk back," said the doctor before walking outside leaving Indra and Zara inside the treatment room, where the doctor was able to walk again, followed by nurses and bodyguards who have been here for several days, Ryan was deliberately assigned to keep Indra and Zara outdoors.

Zara looked at the man who was right in front of her. Occasionally he raised his hand, and rubbed the remains of tears on his cheek.

"Don't leave me" said Indra Lirih. Just seeing Zara crying while coming out of that room alone, Indra was really unable to. Especially if you have to be apart forever. It is certain that Indra will not.

"I can't stand a man who won't defend me" Zara threw her gaze in any direction. He did not want Indra to know that now he was at his weakest point.

"I will keep you and make you stay with me" Indra said, reassuring her lover.

"I don't want to fight for a man who doesn't want to fight for me" Zara is still trying to hold on.

"I'll fight for you, Zara. Then fight for me" said Indra steady.

"As long as you're not sure of myself and yourself that we're able to get through everything together, then it's all for nothing, Ndra. You can risk your life to save me, but you can't risk everything to fight for me in front of your mother. You haven't tried, Indra. Even meeting me with your mother has not done so. How come you've been willing to step back while advancing there hasn't been a single step?" Zara couldn't hold back her emotions.

"I've actually tried. But ...," Indra hung up her sentence.

"But what?" Zara frowned more and more.

"Before I tell you who my girl is, my mother has told me a lot" said Indra, rubbing her face violently.

***

Flashbacks

After visiting Indra after the operation

"It was a men's struggle, Dhek. Why are you all that if you haven't tried?" naja's speech continued to ring in Indra's ears.

Indra turned towards the patient's waiting bed. By then Zara had fallen asleep, with a blanket covering almost her entire body. Apparently the medicine given by the doctor contained a little sleep medicine so that Zara could rest, so that since the arrival of Naja and Daniel until they both came home, she did not hear it.

"True my brother said. This is a men's struggle. I can't give up before I try" muttered Indra Lirih.

With great difficulty, Indra also grabbed his phone which happened to be on the nightstand beside his bed. A second later, he had already surfed with his advanced flattened object, before finally pressing the green icon and sticking it into his ear.

"Hallo, bad boy. What kind of a busy time have you not seen your mother for a few days, huh?" Indra was immediately sprayed by his mother as soon as his call was raised.

"Mother, don't you miss this handsome boy? Instead of being loved too, even directly diomelin," said Indra, with a voice that he made as usual as possible. Yes, his mother only knew that Indra worked at the company where Naja's employer was. That's it, nothing more. Her mother did not know that her two children were spy agencies, with high-risk work and even very dangerous life.

"You want a jewer's mom, huh? Basic workaholic," nagged his mother again.

"Sorry Indra has not been able to look at her because she is doing a lot of work" Indra replied seriously.

"Busy working or busy with your girlfriend?" a faint tone was clearly heard in Indra's ears.

"How did you know?" Indra wondered in her heart.

"Why silence? So right, you've found your heart patch? Your sister once told me you were close to a girl. Rightly so? Listen carefully, son. I don't forbid you to approach and marry any girl in the world, but not a workaholic girl like you and your brother" she said, it was as if she knew how the girl who was close to her son was.

"Mom should see her first, Mom. I'd love it, '" Indra tried to go deeper into the substance she was trying to talk about.

"If he is your workmate, you can be sure he does not meet the criteria of the future daughter-in-law of Mother. How can a career woman take care of this paralyzed mother" the mother sibik, immediately justifies.

"Bu .." nego Indra.

"You, your sister, and her husband can't possibly accompany and care for Mom, son. Would you hand Mom over to the maid if your wife was also a working woman like the three of you? Why don't you guys just drop me off at the nursing home?" the voice on the other end of the phone deeply sliced Indra's heart. From the tone of his speech, the mother's speech really implies his dislike of the figure of the girl who was close to Indra.

"Mr ...,"

Indra continued to try, but her mother did not let Indra take her heart. The mother immediately hung up the phone Indra without wanting to hear again the explanation of her son, until Indra was no longer able to do anything.

The end of flashback

***

Zara speaks only a thousand languages. Even he did not have a single choice of words to chimed in Indra's story about his mother's wishes.

"Why are you quiet?" indra asked, realizing Zara had no intention of chiming in on any of Indra's stories.

"Then what should I say? Don't you want me to give up?" lirih Zara's.

"Who said I wanted you to give up?"

"It was your nostalgia that made me think that I should give up. There's no point, right, if I choose to hold on while your mind gets further and further away from the word fight?"

"I'll fight, Zara. I promise," said Indra so steadily.

"I don't need your promise, Ndra. I need proof, "tight Zara. Even then he did not want to look at Indra at all, for the sake of holding the clear circle that continued to break through his defense.

"Then fight with me. Fight to conquer my mother,"

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