METAPHOR OF YOUNG LEGISLATOR LOVE
About Taste
The heat of the blazing sun that burned the body, not one bit dampened the spirit of the white man. Although at this time his face was very reddened by the sun that touched the face of his handsome, but his eyes still moved watching all the workers who were juggling the plantation into a tourist spot according to his dreams.
“Ahhh,” murmured Ryan while wiping the sweat that was pouring down his forehead. Sometimes he sipped mineral water that he continued to carry everywhere to just quench his thirst, sometimes he also let the sweat dry by itself when the breeze hit and the cold swept his friendly face.
Her smile was always on her back, although the tired glint was so obvious from the expression she had inadvertently displayed. How not? This was the first time he had tasted the sweetness of a struggle, after twenty-eight years he had been born. It was because ever since he began to become a resident of the earth, all the luxurious facilities he had managed to get.
Even so, when he had to start everything starting from the lowest point, there was not the slightest intention in his heart to give up before reaching the finishing point. Even every time he thought to despair, at that time he saw the shadow of his wife who was always present to strengthen him in joy and sorrow.
Yes, again the smile was on his lips, when he remembered the behavior of his beloved wife.
“Indeed how much is it?” rani's question when handing back the ATM card that Ryan gave her so tickled her mind.
Ryan is truly grateful to have the wife of an official who is far from a glamorous life and crazy possessions. The simple impression that he always prioritized, never even made people think that she was a big-paying woman. He only used the money he made for personal purposes to taste, the rest he distributed to people who were more in need. So it is very natural if Rani does not know how much the contents of the ATM card, let alone use it.
Actually Ryan also does not know exactly, how much money he has given to his wife through the ATM card. Because the amount of money in it is just a dime that there is not a fingernail when compared to the entire wealth of the House of Dewangga. Only after all disappeared, Ryan finally realized that the number turned out to be very valuable, because of the money he once considered as rinses that is now actually saving him by being able to build a parking area and cafe on their plantation.
"You don't have to be hot and live like this, Ryan. You can take over the Atmaja Group any time you want," suddenly a familiar voice ryan heard from behind. Even now the hand held out a handkerchief and brought it closer to Ryan's forehead to wipe away the sweat that was still flowing there.
"Meysie?" Ryan brushed off the hand violently, realizing where Meysie was directing the conversation.
"Thank you for your good intentions. But unfortunately I'm not interested" Ryan said with a flat face.
"Come, Honey. Don't naive. You cannot live by the word love. You need everything you've had all this time. And I'm the only one who can give it all to you right now, "Whether courage comes from where, that word comes out of Meysie's mouth.
Ryan's eyes turned red in anger. He had never expected that such cheap words would escape the mouth of that graceful and learned woman who had once filled the entire space in his heart.
"You really changed, Meysie. You're not the Meysie you used to be anymore" I'm disappointed the image is clearly on Ryan's face. Meysie, who she used to know as a graceful, smart and always elegant woman, suddenly turned into a cheap woman who was willing to do embarrassing things just to pursue a married man she could not get.
"You're the one who changed, Ryan. And you're the one who forced me to change, too" now Meysie's eyes are glazed over. Various feelings raged in his soul, to burst out and stifle the chest. His rough-sounding breath, now hunting until the tears had escaped from the beautiful eyes.
"It's not my fault that the love is long gone from my heart. Aren't you the one who didn't want to fight with me?" ryan exclaimed as he turned his body and set foot towards the Jeep car that now always accompanied his activities.
"Let go, Meysie!" Ryan tried to release the hand that was coiled around his waist, but the more Ryan tried, Meysie tightened the grip of his hand.
"I don't want to. Please Ryan, I'm sorry. Let's start everything from scratch," Meysie refused, tightening her arms.
"I said let go, or I'll hate you for the rest of my life!" hardik Ryan who really has lost patience.
"I love you, Ryan. Give me a chance! Let's start knitting back our love! I beg you." Meysie sulked, further immersing herself in the back of the man who had become half her soul.
"It's too late, Meysie. I love my wife more than anything in the world. Please, go well before I really hate you," Ryan finally managed to remove Meysie's hand from her body and wanted to get away from her, but Meysie just grabbed his legs and struggled there with a blaring cry.
"Come back to me, Ryan! Comeback to me! Don't you punish me like this!" erang Meysie holding Ryan's leg.
Ryan didn't respond to Meysie's last request. He just kept quiet while looking ahead. Until Meysie began to let her guard down and loosened her grip on Ryan's leg, Ryan quickly stomped his foot and left.
Meysie also drowned. He allowed himself to sit just above the expanse of the plantation land, unaware that there was a pair of eyes that had been staring at him sharply.
Well, the love that blinded his eyes really dulls his wits. Even he has now become too stupid, to continue lamenting a handful of flavors that no longer reach the heart of his beloved man.
"I'll never give up, Ryan Dewangga! Look, you're coming back to me!" Meysie screamed loudly, with a pain that spread throughout her soul. Letting her eyes stare at the back of the person she loves passes and disappears by leaving wounds for her.
Now, only the sky is blocked by black clouds that will accompany Meysie's unforeseen suffering, penetrating a love destiny that is far from fantasy. As true love can never be forced, so can the feeling of love in Meysie's heart that can never be eliminated.
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