My Blinds On The Eagle

My Blinds On The Eagle
What about my heart???



And the man's hand extended to his face. Opening the green mask slowly, without him being able to prevent it. I don't know why he was petrified. Or maybe because he missed her too much.


" Nilam.", and again the name was called. " I found you .... "


 


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nilam Pov - Nilam


Oh my God ..... What story should I go through right now??? He was so real in front of me. Looking warm as before. Please don't let me cry, anything else in front of him. O my loving Lord, please forgive me. Don't let him know the roar of his heartbeat


"Nilam.... have you thrown everything away?", the question made me take a breath in arranging it in such a way as not to hunt and sting. So you don't know how panicked I am.


"You've completely forgotten me...."


" I'm sorry. can you go back to sleep, sir.your temples still need plastic surgical thread stitches", I'm quick.


He complied and threw himself back. I dare not look at his pair of sharp beads, exposing all my secrets. Duhai .... My heart, please! let me finish this job. O my heart....hold on!!!!!!


"Rayhan....."


Why do you say your own name? I never forget your long name.


"You'd rather call me Rey"


And finally one last knot I managed to finish perfectly. Antibiotic Kassa had covered the wound with sweetness. But I can't smile sweetly like I always do with patients every time I'm done taking care. I tried hard to wet my esophagus with my own spit, feeling suffocating as I swallowed it.


I've already been. and I have no use hiding. I slowly opened the mask, and he did not take his eyes off me for a second. I never forget you. What is Rey .....


- Rayhan Pov


Maybe I should be very grateful to the two motorized drunks who hit our car, me and Gerald. Even though Gerald is currently unconscious. This is the wisdom behind the disaster. I found you Nilam. Six years you've tortured me, plunged me into a state of guilt. Now you're real in front of me. Ah.. I miss you, very .


You look fine, ah. when you're never okay. Since long ago, you have remained calm. But silly...well your silliness. You're beautiful....


What's???..... You said so casually without expression, leaving me stunned half-gagged. A moment later, your sweet smile appeared, a smile that had not changed since thirteen years ago.


" Patchouli..... ". Stupid. I must look so stupid because I can only repeat your name.


" Restay mr. Rayhan... Remember you're a patient, so you have to obey the medics", your instructions are back in English with a thick British accent. And it hit my heart.


" Ok miss". Turning on his wrist, I pulled it fast. The glint in your eyes announces that you are more than surprised.


" I ..... won't let go of it again". I lowered my grip from his wrist, turning on the latex-gloved palm. Aaah... let it!!!!. I put my finger on his finger. One pair of your eyes are agitated. Let it be, you must understand the quiet boisterousness of my feelings.


"You ... don't leave me again, please",


" Rey... I work here". Why is that sentence coming out of your mouth Nilam???


" Restep... soon the police officer will ask for information. I.. I. should help others, ... yes..."


" Well... continue with your work", and I slowly release this finger link. Still without letting go of my gaze at the rain color in your eyeballs, I made a promise. " I won't let you go again....."


Srrrreeekk. I don't know, but I was so scared. Curtains - these curtains. Aahhhhh!!!!. .. I was frustrated again.


 



 


Two people, two hearts.....


Within the boundary of space that separates, grasps and calms his own soul.


Aahh. if the heart of the man could jump, must have been chasing the heart of the woman. Then hold it tight, whisper a word of apology and express a longing wrapped in love, and insist on begging.


The woman's heart was sad.... I'm tired of ignoring my longing, I'm tired of hiding the real thing from you and I'm afraid of this reality. Why don't you just suffice me alone to undergo.


Two people, two hearts. In the crowd of atmosphere, created the tendrils of memories that began to intertwine, looking for harmony with each other. Sometimes love has its own way of testing and meeting. As the Most Merciful commands it .. love for two persons .