My Possessive Boyfriend

An end

After that night, Radit and Devan's relationship gradually began to improve. Although they do not show their closeness as before, but mama Sarah and papa Randi feel happy.

At least they are no longer indifferent and cold to each other or avoid each other. After their fight that night neither Radit nor Devan were allowed to go home.

At first Radit objected because he was comfortable and used to living alone in the apartment. However, because Sarah's mother kept

ask him to stay for a few days and Radit finally agrees.

Because his face was full of bruises Radit did not dare to make a video call with Fika. For 2 days he went to the office wearing a mask.

Luckily, there were no really important meetings that he had to attend in person. Therefore, if there is a job that requires him to meet with clients he always assigns Dafa .

Dafa was also upset. Because of Radit, he had to work overtime for 2 consecutive days lately. She lost the time to play with her cute and adorable baby.

While in Surabaya, Fika's condition is getting better and better. Fika and Radit have been exchanging messages since Radit returned to Jakarta.

After finishing her dinner, Fika went straight back to her room to rest. Long enough he just sat in front of the window of his room looking at the night sky that looks quite cloudy.

Slowly one hand grabbed the window and opened it to let the night breeze blow into his room.

During this period of rest, Fika pondered many things. Not only about his love story that must end miserably.

But it was his future that he had to think well of. How Fika will return to running his life as before and make his family happy.

There was a bit of regret in Fika's heart about her breakup with Akmal a while ago. Not that he wanted to part, only that he realized one thing.

If only he had not been that scared and wanted to say goodbye to Akmal, maybe today both his life and Akmal would have felt better.

After apologizing to each other and saying her farewell words, she somehow felt more relieved and light.

He does not easily remember Akmal or their memories. And when he remembered, he had no pain in his heart.

Sometimes he would smile remembering his memories. Akmal will never forget, however he is today because of it.

Akmal will be one of the fond memories in his heart. The first man to make her feel what it is to fall in love and what it is to be heartbroken.

Fika is very sure, someday he and Akmal will get more beautiful happiness, which is greater even when they are together.

The girl thought she would follow every storyline God prepared in her life. The soul mate will not be switched, nor the power is too late.

He'll be right on time. It will be beautiful in the end. God's plan is best, even when we don't want to admit it.

Because not everything we think and want, is the best of all good. God has planned something unexpected for our lives.

The best path he had to choose right now was just to move on with his life well and start to organize his heart in order to accept others.

It cannot and should not linger for a broken heart. Because he doesn't want to be selfish by thinking about himself.

If he cannot open his heart to another man then it is not only himself who will not be able to continue his life. But with Icha the only sister who has now grown up.

Icha is very stubborn, he will not want to marry if Fika does not marry first. That is the biggest motivation right now to move on.

It cannot be that his life will always be happy, and neither can his life will always suffer. All of that will come in turn to forge our hearts into adults.

Not everything we want, that's what's best for us.

The ringing sound of a mobile phone so loud broke his daydream that carried half of him wandering far away.

Returning to reality, he must be able to rearrange his heart and not dissolve with his broken heart which if he let it might also be a broken heart belonging to his sister.

And Fika can't allow that. Icha has found a potential companion as good as Reihan. Fika can feel if Reihan really sincerely loves his sister.

Fika also contacted Radit, at least he had to take one step forward to make progress in his sister's life.Not until the second ringing Radit immediately replied.

"Night" he said, sounding cheerful in my ear.

"Night, mas." answered me gently.

"It just so happens that I want to call, uh you first call. I'm kangen?" he said flirting as usual.

I don't know since when the stiff and annoying Radit turned into a warm and gentle man.

"Mas, there's something I want to talk to you about." Fika seriously didn't respond to Radit's earlier remark.

"Yes, what's wrong?" tanya Radit began to try to listen to every word that Fika would say.

"It's about us" said Fika making a smile on Radit's face fade.

Somehow every single thing that Fika wanted to discuss with her regarding their relationship always made her so scared.

He was not even confident enough to think about good things. If so far Fika still rejects his presence, whether Radit is still able or not.

Radit began to breathe heavily before listening well to what Fika would say. From his voice alone, he could tell if Fika was currently being so serious.

"Tell me." said Radit after he was quite ready to hear what he had to hear.

"Mas, I want to end our relationship now" he said, causing Radit's chest to suffer such a great amount of pain.

Their relationship had not started yet, and Fika wanted to end it so quickly.

"We started our relationship first as co-workers. Just like Dafa mas, for me you are like a brother who always helps and protects me" he said making Radit's heart beat more pain.

"Even though we always fight, but behind that I know Radit cares a lot. I know that Radit always helps me secretly when I'm in trouble at my job." he said, making half of Radit's soul fly.

"Sister? you only considered me a sister all this time?" ask Radit in my heart.

"For that I want to end it now." continued Fika who had been waiting for Radit's reaction who just silently listened.

"Well, if that's what you want." Radit replied after a long silence.