My ex-president
#15
After telling all that, Ardan looked towards Naira. He saw disappointment on his face. She knows that Naira's disappointment may be greater than her love, after what she did it was inappropriate to get her forgiveness, but she is grateful that Naira can still see it.
"When you know Nai, maybe our relationship won't be this confident, but all I have to keep to myself I don't want you to feel guilty, I just hope you can come back to me is just that Nai" the Inner Ardan.
"Nai, now I've learned, you should now remember right" said Ardan with a smile.
"Well, I remember, I remember everything, even to forget it is difficult because it is too beautiful, and to remember it is too painful, but we must not learn from the past, and the lesson I learned from the past is Don't expect too much of something that's not sure what it's going to be like, in the future, because at that time we will only be disappointed, especially by the nonsense that never knows when the certainty will come" Naira said with a blank look.
Ardan was only silent because he honestly felt insinuated by Naira's words.
"It's late afternoon we should go home, I'm afraid too late to get home" said Naira.
"It's also not until half-five Nai" Ardan protested.
"Mending now we go around the park first while the stories" added Ardan again.
"But..."
"There was no rejection" Ardan said. With Naira's hand.
"Huft" Niara simply resigned herself and sighed.
Ardan and Naira continued walking while chatting more precisely Ardan who was more talkative than Naira, Naira only replied if Ardan asked.
Not feeling that it was getting dark, Ardan decided to take Naira home. (Send home yes not brought home inget deliver please in the bottom line).
They had reached the courtyard of Bi Siti.Naira's house down from the car followed by Ardan.
"Thank you" said Naira.
"Thank you for what?" ask Ardan.
"For everything" said Naira.
"meaning?" tanya Ardan was still confused by Naira's words.
"It's better that you go home this evening, I go in first, bye~" Naira said with a smile.
Naira enters the house, while Ardan is just silently staring at Naira's back that disappeared behind the door. After Naira disappeared, Ardan got into his car and drove his car across the streets of the capital that began to be crowded.
In the car Ardan was still thinking about what Naira said, but he did not want to bother he chose to forget it.
Ardan had reached his house, he walked up the stairs while occasionally singing, everyone who was passed by Ardan was surprised by him not usually he sang like that.
"Ardan" call Mother.
"Yes Bun" said Ardan while walking towards the Mother, more precisely being gathered in the middle room.
"Are you healthy?" ask Mommy. While sticking the back of his hand to Ardan's forehead.
"Not hot ko" murmured Mother.
"What the hell is this Mother" said Ardan pursed his lips. Then walk up to the couch and sit down.
"Kan Mommy is just like that, anyway why you are singing is not clearly rich" said Mommy.
"Mother kepo" said Ardan.
"Basar brazen child in asking his mother instead of memjawab who actually said his mother kepo" said Mother upset.
"Daddy really want to know?" asked Ardan with a smile.
"Yes, if Mother does not want to know where her Mother might be" said Mother with ketus.
"But Ardan doesn't want to tell me" said Ardan.
"You don't want to tell me why I didn't say Ardann" Bubda said emotionally.
"Udahlah Ardan again males debate, Ardan wants to go to the room to clean the sticky body Ardan not tasty. Bye Mother do not get angry later cepet old, cup" said Ardan peeked the Mother's cheek.
"Whose son is Astaghfirullah?" said Mother.
"Yes, you are the child of the Father's son, the son of Clara's father" said the father with a smile. Mother just pursed her lips.
"It's up to Dad if Mother wants to go to the bedroom to sleep" said Mother. Then waltz away.
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