Nadira (forgotten)

*self

If my race is on you,

why do I have to feed my feelings at another port?

You should have known that, though,

My feelings are that deep for you.

EKkenem...

"May I sit here?" The baritone sound breaks the daydream of Dira who is busy enjoying the night breeze.

Dira raised his head, his face was invisible because it was blocked by light just like the silhouette of a man.

"Can?" Ask again

ckk.. disturbing the preoccupation of people only, make a bench in this park not only this. But unfortunately it is only spoken in the heart alone is not able to speak this saying.

Dira shifted his body until he touched the edge of the long chair and the man immediately sat down as he saw Dira shift his body, a smile rising from his lips visible from his expanding cheeks.

"Why do you stay alone, miss?" the man asked Dira again.

Dira who wants to be alone is actually a little disturbed by the presence of the man, plus the man asked a lot to make him more irritated just id for him.

Dira looked at the man, and was surprised to see the man was Biantara, the man disguised directly by Mr. Hamzah for his half-sister Mita. Dira scrunched his forehead, wondering why Bian could be here when clearly he was on stage and was happy with the harmonious family.

"Why shut up? Fasting to talk miss?" Bian raised his eyebrows like he was deliberately flirting.

Already know the night still say fasting, fasting talk he said hmmm strange.

"For what honorable Lord Bian is in a place like this?" I ask that there is no intention to answer all the questions earlier.

"Nyamperin a stray angel here" he replied lightly while looking at the vast expanse of the sky.

"Ck. not funny, Mr. Bian. I mean, weren't you just in the dauat of being the future husband of Mita who is a model and grandson of the famous businessman Hamzah sir.why so suddenly appeared here just like that?" I asked to explain in as much detail as possible so that there was no reason for him to miss the answer again.

"Awhile - a while.. does the question indicate that you are jealous of Miss Dira?" Bian looked at Dira and up and down his brows,ck infuriating Dira's inner self.

"Sorry if it disappoints you dear Mr. Bian. Unfortunately I do not feel jealous at all" said Dira certainly, with full confidence.

"Why should the lady leave the lady's chair when I want to answer Mr. Hamzah's proposal to me?" Bian asked with a hopeful face. Hoping that Dira was right to feel jealous of him.

Flashbacks

pov Dira's

I don't want to be weak, I really don't want to. But really this self is just an ordinary human who has a weak point.

I don't envy Mita, my step-sister, at all. I just feel like this self is completely meaningless, even by the person who made me in this world. This lack of self in his life had no effect at all.

The painful scene when Mr. Bagus sahputra held his daughter's hands tightly together, as if afraid that his daughter was hurt in the slightest, kissed her affectionately and his laughter never faded from the curve of his lips. What a heart-wrenching sight. Maybe this eye has been reddened in the making because it can not stand the dam of tears that were held back from earlier. Can't stand this wanting to leave this place immediately

"Em, I went to the toilet for a while" I told Ema, afraid she would be confused if I suddenly left.

"Let me accompany" he answered,

"No need, like a child just go to the toilet asking in between" my sergeant immediately, wanted to be alone but even in the cement was not funny.

"But." his words stopped when I saw Ema glancing at her hand held by Satya, Aaah om ku is the most understanding.

I'll leave the showhouse soon. Going through the night with erratic steps plus this feeling, I hate this self that is so weak. Am I not determined to be strong? why did it even become like this. No, I can't keep doing this.

I spread my eyes and saw that there was a garden in front of this hotel, I decided to get some fresh air there.

Sitting on a bench and looking at the vast expanse of the night sky, filled with stars and the moon that is still crescent-shaped. I breathed in the air deeply, I exhaled violently spilling all the tightness inside the chest.

"Lord, why did you create this pain?? don't make me a fragile god" I said softly while patting this chest.

Satisfied with spilling all the tightness in my chest, I chose to remain here, silent, quiet, peaceful. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the silence of the night in the midst of the frenzy of the feast.

But suddenly a voice disturbed this calmness,

"Ekhemmm.."

I lifted my head and raised it, seeing who was bothering me

and it turned out to be none other than, he was the Lizard's Casanova Biantara.

Huff...The trials come inner Dira.

End Flashback