My love is Fragile

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Sita laid herself on the bed Enggar also lying on the bed that made the atmosphere seem warm to Sita.

Enggar hugged Sita tightly.

"Darling, let me sleep next to you tonight. I want to keep your sleep" said Enggar, who kept holding back his tears.

Sita who had been carried away by the warm atmosphere in Enggar's embrace just nodded as if he agreed with Enggar's words.

Enggar continued to stroke Sita's hair until Sita fell asleep in his arms.

Every now and then he looked at Sita's sweet face and cried softly to cover his own mouth so as not to be caught by Sita.

"Why do you have to be a victim of my mother's crimes" Enggar stared at her deeply.

Enggar took off Sita's embrace and gave a warm kiss on Sita's cheeks and lips.

"Good night good lady. Rest" Enggar kissed Sita's lips.

Sita suddenly returned the kiss and pulled Enggar's shoulder until Enggar's chest was above Sita's body.

"Dear sleep with me" said Sita but closed her eyes.

Enggar hugged Sita again and waited until Sita actually slept in her arms.

Enggar sat in Sita's oversized chair as he worked from the apartment.

Enggar saw that in every corner of his table there were Enggar's names and photographs during their time together.

Enggar returned to tears as he read every diary Sita wrote to him as long as he did not tell him.

"How could I have left you" Enggar's sobbing broke.

He took a piece of paper and wrote down the parting sentence he should have said at the cafe.

Dear Sita's

I know you will not be okay when you read this letter.

Please continue to think and move logically after you read this letter.

Promise me.

Next Saturday I will have my wedding with Kezia, my pariban.

It's too heavy for me to accept this.

But not when I've met you now.

You've changed. You're not like the Sita I first met. You're more flirty than you are now. You're not the plain Sita I know. You don't usually dare to take me to bed, you wanted me to do that last night.

How could I marry a woman like that?

I'm a state servant. My image will definitely be damaged when building a household with you. You were not my type all along. I like health kids, not women like you who dream indistinctly.

I'm going to marry a hardworking, kind, smart woman and a doctor again. Still losing far to you.

So stop chasing me. You're not my type.

I don't really love you. I was just pretending to fill my void while in Medan.

Believe that...

I really didn't love you all this time

Just hurry to move on. Don't act like crazy like yesterday. Keep moving, take care of your health. Eat it regularly. Get enough rest. You also deserve to be happy.

***sexy men who don't love you***

Enggar who was not strong enough to hold his cry after writing the letter, went into the bathroom and turned on the shower loudly so as not to be heard by Sita the sound of her crying.

"I have to how? Should I leave this wound to her?"

He wrote the letter so that Sita would hate Enggar through the message and would not eventually contact Enggar again because Enggar had offended her.

Enggar went back to sleep next to Sita. He looked at Sita deeply. His heart was turbulent as if begging him not to leave Sita. But what power, mama Enggar again sent a short message to immediately leave Sita.

"I'm sorry, honey. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken you this deep. I shouldn't have taken you this far. Maaafff kaaannn aaaaku" sobs Enggar who keeps kissing Sita.

Enggar hugged her tightly and gave a warm kiss to end the meeting that night.

Enggar left for his hotel because the next morning had to leave to return to New Week according to their agreement with his mother.

Along the way he cried remembering Sita who he stayed when sleeping soundly like that.

He could not bear to see it when he woke up in the morning and found a silly letter he wrote on his desk.

The cold air in the night was as if piercing the heart and the feeling of Enggar at that moment.

He opened his car and shouted like a drunk man who did not know the way home.

Enggar had almost 3 times around Sudirman Street and returned to the Red Cross with a state of heart that was also destroyed.

"I'm sorry Sittaaaaaaa" Enggar shouted as if Sita heard him.

He stopped at a fly over and shouted loudly until the person passing the road was shocked and astonished.

"We don't cry😭😭" she cried while crying.

"So I'll miss you"

"We're sorry" Enggar suddenly sat cross-legged as if he couldn't bear to scream.

"Where should I anchor my love dear? I can't possibly love her. I only love you" cried Enggar who made people more sympathetic.

"Mas, why?" ask someone to touch Enggar's shoulder.

Just shut up and cry again.

"I'm fine sir. I was disappointed in my stupidity. I can't keep her. I can't fight for it" said Enggar, who kept hitting his head.

"Already mas. Gusti Allah certainly provides the best path for mas and his mba" said the father as if he understood the problems Enggar faced.

He got into the car and drove to the hotel.

He is trying to continue to toughen up before his departure tomorrow leaving Medan.

That morning Sita was excited to wake up because Enggar remembered sleeping beside her.

But for some reason, that morning Enggar was invisible. Sita believed that Enggar was going to eat for breakfast.

"He always was. Never wanted to burden me" Sita thought.

But the thought was instantly lost when he found a scrap of paper that Enggar had written on his desk.

He read the letter until it sobbed.

"You lied. You loved me. How could you write this lie in this letter" Sita said in tears.

He continued to contact Enggar hoping Enggar would give a statement that the letter was not written by him.

But what power, Enggar has deactivated the number and has left for New Week.

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