Next to Heart

CH 23

KEVIN

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Dinda left Imran, who was still sculpting, while rubbing Dinda's five-finger mark on her handsome face.

The girl ran in an uncertain direction, her current goal was to go home soon, Dinda exited the beach area and left her best friend without saying goodbye first. His mind was currently very chaotic, at first he was relaxed to reduce the pain that he had been pending but the opposite happened.

Dinda was disappointed with Imran's sweet kiss, even though she had enjoyed the lips, but now the situation was different, Imran already has a lover and he does not want to be called a destroyer of people's relationships, let alone his own best friend, although he loves the man very much does not mean he has to ruin his relationship with his lover.

As long as he ran, his tears continued to flow, as an outpouring of disappointment to the friend.

He was at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to arrive soon.

Elsewhere.

Imran, still still stunned after receiving a slap from her curly girl, is now starting to return to the real world after Dinda disappears from her sight.

He only realized that he was again - again making Dinda disappointed.

"Yeshaa!!!"

He ran after the girl he was crying, but when he saw her, she was late, and Dinda got on the bus.

"Sial" he said.

Imran returned to the place where his motorbike was parked, turned it on and then ran the iron horse immediately following the bus that had brought the girl he loved so much.

But unfortunately, when Imran almost caught up with the bus, the red light actually stopped the speed of the iron horse.

"Brengs**ek" he said in his heart.

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as if you knew

how much I love you

you're calming me out of my nightmares

it's worth it that you understand

how much I admire you

you have lived in the trough of hearts

how broken my heart is

seeing you with him

but I try to face it

don't you cry anymore

I can't bear to see it

now you choose me or her

you write stories about him and you

which makes my heart hurt even more

it is over you and I have told you

I consider it a breast pack

I wrote a story about him and me

so that it makes you hurt

it's over, don't cry anymore

I think it's here

About Me You And Him

 Kangen Bands.

A beautiful song flowed in Dinda's ear, crystal clear incessantly flowing from both of her beautiful beads, making her face wet with tears, even though the girl continued to wipe the water coming out of her eye patch, the clear circle did not want to stop flowing.

As usual, Dinda always listen to earphones, the girl does not want to hear any sound that interferes with her sense of hearing, she only needs calmness just by listening to the music that becomes her hobby.

A song from an old band, playing beautifully in his sense of hearing, as if representing the sense that currently dominates his heart. Looks like that sweet girl is a lover of old songs.

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Imran arrived at Dinda's house, after the man had chased the bus carrying his curly girl, and his speed was blocked by the red light even after searching for traces of the bus instead he did not see his girl in the bus.

Well, that man had stopped the bus when at the intersection, but when he looked inside, the man found no trace of Dinda on the bus, but he saw with his own eyes when Dinda got on the bus. What Imran did made the bus driver furious and told him to get off.

"What's possible, Dinda's on another bus" he thought.

And here is the man now, in front of the house of Dinda, the sweet girl who had filled his heart.

Geck,,,

tock,,,

tock,,,

"Assynoga". He said salutations.

"Waalaikumsalam" a woman's voice recited from behind the door.

Kriieett

The woman was none other than Mother, the one who had given birth to her curly girl.

"Eeh son of Imran?" tanyanya was surprised because the young man who was now in front of her came back, because it was not until 1 hour the young man came and now came back again.

"Is anyone missing" the middle-aged woman thought.

"Bund, is Dinda home yet?" tanyakanya.

Mother shakes.

"What's wrong, son?" mother asked, the middle-aged woman frowned in wonder.

Imran smiled wryly, not wanting to make the mother of his girl worry.

"Gga pa pa bu, because Imran was at Vana's house, so Imran thought maybe Dinda had come home, yes already Bun, klo that Imran pamit," he said lying.

Imran deliberately did not say that he and Dinda had a fight, could be fired he became Dinda's best friend.

Imran kissed the back of Mother's hand, then passed from her home.

The man inhaled a deep breath, and threw it away violently.

"Where are you Din" he murmured inwardly.

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In a garden, a girl was sitting staring blankly at the blooming Rose, butterflies were chasing each other around the Rose.

His eyes looked puffy, it seemed like today he was crying too much. His face looks pale, his condition is very chaotic, and his lips slightly swollen due to the hot kiss that was done by the friend.

Yes the girl is Dinda, she got off the bus while passing through the city park, she needed some alone time.

A ball rolling towards his feet made the sweet girl's attention diverted, a little boy about three years old came to him.

"That's Kevin's ball, auntie" pointed it at the ball that was under Dinda's feet.

The girl lowered her head, then lifted the ball.

"This one?" ask the little boy.

The funny boy nodded.

"Now" said Dinda while thrusting the ball he was holding.

The little boy, go slowly to pick up the ball.

Dinda crouched down, back the girl thrust the ball to the little boy.

"Whose name are you?" tanyanya gently.

"Kevin aunty"

"What a good name, where's your mother?"

"No," he pointed it at a young woman who was walking towards them.

Dinda looked up to see who the mother of the handsome boy was.

"I think I've seen it? but where?" ask him to himself.

"Darling" called the young woman to the child.

"Mamaa" call Kevin.

"Sorry deck, if my son is bothering you" he said gently.

Dinda smiled, the girl then shook her head slowly.

"Kok mbak, Kevin just wanted to take the ball" said Dinda while rubbing the top of Kevin's head. While the boy who became the object of conversation was only indifferent.

"It's so I say goodbye dlu dek, want to go to the family home because" he said goodbye.

Dinda nodded, then crouched down to equalize her height with the boy.

"Later klo play do not go far" Dinda said before the child left.

Kevin just nodded at Dinda's words, the boy then ran away leaving the two behind.

"Whose name are you?" ask the young lady.

Dinda reached out her hand and the woman who was Kevin's mother, shook her hand.

"My name is Amanda, you can call me mbak Manda, oh yes by the way - by the way your name is similar to my cousin's brother, his aunt Kevin" he said.

"Mbak's name is also similar to Pakde's son,"

"It's okay to go and then, when - when we meet again, ok"

"Yes, by Keviiinn!!" exclaimed Dinda, waving to Kevin.

"Da daaahh aunty" the boy also waved his hand..

After meeting Kevin, Dinda's feelings got a little better, her face looked gloomy and now she's smiling again. Looks like Kevin became a Moodbooster today for that sweet girl.

Dinda decided to go home, her feelings are much better now. Coincidentally back then, it was also very late afternoon.

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