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Chapter 59

Tears are still sliding without pause, sobs are still in the sea. Syauqi did not make a sound, and Pasha still lowered her head on his shoulder. Both are still watching everything that has happened.

But when Syauqi slightly raised his head, he ventured to straighten out what should have been ended. At the end of the road there is a strong figure staring straight at the car he was riding, from the clear glass it is clear who is standing across the road there.

'Mas.... He's.....' Inner Syauqi. His expression immediately felt claustrophobic, as if he had just made a big mistake.

The heart that initially warmed up into a mute, he was sure that what he was doing now was clearly visible even from across the street. He was worried, he was afraid that the person on the other side of the road would go away and not come back, but his mind was also hesitant to make a decision.

Slowly but surely, the figure that originally stood firm now began to step away. His head lowered, his hands clenched tightly.

Syauqi couldn't hold on any longer, looking at the step by step someone who was starting to move away at the end of the road. His heart was heating up, his tears were getting louder.

He realized that his heart was now not for the man beside him but for the figure of the man who stepped away with his head bowed across the street.

Syauqi closed his eyes slowly, adjusting his breathing and clenching his hands.

His determination was round, his current comfort to Pasha was only a memory.

"Dude." Syauqi opened his voice.

Pasha raised her head, loosening her arms. Staring at Syauqi guiltily.

"Sorry." Syauqi.

Just one word that Syauqi spoke made Pasha even more clueless. Sorry ?

Has his efforts not been successful yet ? Is Syauqi still unable to give him a chance ??

Then what just now ? Is he too hopeful ?

"Sorry ? You mean baby ?" Pasha asked.

Syauqi sighed. "I'm sorry, we can't like bang anymore. All of them are sorry Syauqi, but to repeat Syauqi cannot. Syauqi's heart belongs to someone else." He said firmly, although still accompanied by a joke.

Like being struck by lightning in a hole, Pasha suddenly drowned. His heart no longer wanted to beat. Dashed is his hope.

"So that you've lost all the Qi ? That easy you get a replacement ?" Pasha asked in a weak tone, no more power on him.

"Easy, for just remembering those wounds all that Syauqi once considered beautiful slowly faded away and disappeared."  Syauqi replied bluntly.

Pasha just laughed.

"Sauqi never sought escape bang, but God sent someone who voluntarily became a medicine and healer of the wounds that brother created." Shaykh continued with a tremble.

Pasha sat down limp, her body leaning helplessly.

"So ?"

"There is no chance for us to repeat the bang, let Syauqi be happy with Syauqi's choice."

Again only a heavy sigh was heard from Pasha. Every sentence that came out of Syauqi's mouth made him want to just perish from the world.

Without hearing the answer from Pasha, Syauqi had already gotten out of the car first. Walk fast and cross.

In the car, Pasha stared blankly at Syauqi who was slowly moving away. Her tears were falling and getting bigger. A thin smile he forced etched into his shoulder face.

"Is that so ? I'll try her Qi, for my love of you."

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The hot sun is indeed starting to dim and change with the shade of the afternoon sky. But the sight seen before the eyes makes the heat in the heart smolder. Suddenly stifling.

"Syall !" With a fist.

Wanted to be angry but he realized who he was and where he was.

"Lo should be self-aware Fi, you don't pantes for him. From the beginning, you must be aware that you are a widower of one's children." Inner berated.

The girl he expected to be hugged by another man who had the status of an ex-boyfriend made his heart deflate like a cracker splashed with broth. Want to try to keep criuk but what power can not afford.

Moreover, the girl was crying as if there was still a sense that had not been lost making her more pity her heart that had long been rusty and now fragile, swept by the wind just a little and destroyed already.

"Gue can't bear it, it hurts more than when Humaira left." Mumbled.

The wind rustled but not soothing, his decision to buy boiled noodles in front of the complex tipped sliced his heart. Tau it mending he stay at home gelitikin Ghifa.

His feet stepped without hesitation, he no longer wanted to solidify himself if reality always realized his position that was not worthy of a shauqi. Beautiful and independent girl.

"Lo Duda, have one son. Where's the pantes." His grunts all the way to the house.

"What ? Said a handsome rich widower who is handsome will be a snatch ? Hah just lost the same that the handsome established bujang. Widow there's a tail one wishes dapet girl ?? Dream of lo height Fi." Again and again, he cursed himself. What's in his brain right now. All the talk of people about the widower is getting in front of him raw as if it was just a myth.

"Kalo lo as a widower can get a girl kayak Sao, hmm luck for life you to pack."

Usually the mothers who mengedumel, uh this afternoon even sibapak who is cool ngockeh and ngomel. But yes understand almost 6 years of being a father and mother.

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On the other hand, Syauqi who was still not finished crying had immediately run away. His breath was gnawing, his snot came in and out, his chest was a balloon cake kempis blown by monkey children.

The figure being chased is still not visible, even though the distance of time is not too long. Did Luthfi run away with all his might ?

"Oh my God, my chest tightness. The man was very spun." Syauqi murmured while crouching under the shade of lush leaves belonging to the citizens.

His legs are limp, his heart is pounding. He was afraid Luthfi was angry because he met Pasha the former no brain.

Syauqi shook his head slowly. "When status noah what, but how do I feel so bini who will cheat." On the back of his breath, his mouth could not remain still either.

"Well, I'm afraid he won't find me."

"Oh God please !!"