Not the Wrong Love

Sunnyku

"Why did you leave me?" Rangga lowered his head, bringing his face closer to the face of Love. His hands moved upwards to cupper both cheeks of Love.

Love grasped Rangga's hand which cupped his face. His eyes blinked, trying to hold the clear granules that had forced out of the eyelids that constricted him.

"Say, why did you leave me?" asked Rangga again in a soft voice, more precisely resembling a whisper. Then, close their eyes and hold their eyebrows together.

"Pardon me" answered Love. Cry broke. The clear details had already scattered out and soaked his cheeks.

Slowly Rangga opened his eyes, his eyes staring at the hazel bead belonging to Love. He saw the beautiful eyeballs were already wet with tears. I want him to stop all his plans and embrace Love at this time. His longing feeling that had arisen seemed to have wanted to explode in the crown.

"Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry for leaving you. Because of me, you have an accident until you fall into a coma" sobbed Love.

"That's all?"

"I feel so guilty about it, I'm sorry. It was because I was so disappointed in you. You're more concerned with other women than me."

"Even if you knew why, why would I do that?"

Love is silent. She was confused as to what to answer, she knew she was being selfish. At that time he was already hurt by the attitude of Rangga who paid more attention to Agnes than him. No matter what the reason is. What is clear is that she cannot accept her husband being close to another girl, especially her ex-lover. Her fault?

"You're coming to me now just because you feel guilty about the accident that happened to me? If I don't have an accident, do you still want to come and see me?" The breath of Rangga began to hunt.

"You mean?" Love knits both eyebrows.

"Oh, forget!" Rangga kept his hands away from the face of Love. The man stood straight back up and immediately passed into the bathroom without saying anything more.

Rangga drowned herself under the shower. Her head was hot after hearing Love's reply. He is disappointed, Love doubts his love. He thought if, he had not had an accident it was possible, Love still would not have met him.

"Armghh!" Rangga hit the bathroom wall to vent his emotions.

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"Cock spit? I think, you will be old nahan Cinta in the room." whispered Gilang once saw Rangga was back. The man smiled mockingly.

"Is it because of the cold until the spit out?" added Mario.

"Hahaha, I thought so, too" said Gilang again. The two men laughed together.

"They're brainwashes are glum." Irritatedly Rangga sat next to Gilang.

"Hopefully Lang, his name is also husband and wife who have not met for a long time." Mario teased her again.

"You should slow down, my room is free for both of you, as long as you need. Ohhaha."

"Gue nothing, sia*lan."

"Huh? Really not?" Mario still laughed mockingly. "Joni's brother didn't make a fight?"

"Well, fight for sure but, if I do that, it would equally destroy the plan that I've arranged neatly."

"Trus, why do you ask us to make a kayak plan earlier if you do not do anything in the room?" Gilang glanced at Cinta who was already sitting in the lounge chair next to Stella.

Rangga snorted, "Gue just wants to know how I feel Love is the same."

"Continue?"

"He's still mad at me."

"Come," he replied lethargicly, "what about our plans tomorrow?" Rangga turned his gaze towards Love who was cleaning Sunny's body.

"Beres, I'm the same Mario has set it all up. Loe just prepare as the main character tomorrow."

"Good."

"A guest has it all sorted out?"

"Guests are my business invitation. They are my guests. Bokap Nyokap, you're the night tar here?"

"Father same mother I can't come. I'm here when my dad comes in here, whose office does it take care of?"

"Not Loe's parents in Singapore but, loe's in-laws."

"Om Reyhan the night tar gets here, me and daddy are picking it up." Davin replied before sipping his orange juice.

"Owh, great. It means everything."

"Oh yeah, I forgot something. We have to go, Mr. Ben. My father's been waiting." Mario glanced at Rangga.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about it."

"Okay, then we'll end our meeting here. Hurry you guys up, I want to follow Stevan with Arga to swim again." Gilang wagged his hands in his haughty style.

"Doubt you, mentang-petang already be the boss of the restaurant. Tar aja if already in front of the in-laws guts loe ciut." Gilang only grinned the horse to hear Rangga's sneer.

Rangga and Mario got up from their seats and walked away from Gilang.

"Hi y'all, I live first huh," said Mario. The man smiled sweetly, at all the women sitting in the lounge chair, while Rangga was already crouching in front of Sunny.

"Ah yes, Mr. Mario, thank you very much" said Cika.

"Hey pretty, what's her name?" Rangga rubbed Sunny's cheek.

"Sunny, Uncle," Sunny replied innocently.

Uncle? Sunnyku, it's dad, Rangga's inner cry.

"Beautiful name is just like hers." Rangga smiled and pinched Sunny's cheek.

While Love who had noticed earlier they could only bite his lower lip mute. His heart felt slashed. It felt like she was yelling at Rangga to say that Sunny was her daughter but, she was afraid that it would provoke Rangga's headache and hurt the man again.

Likewise with others, who are not touched to witness the meeting of father and son after five years of separation.

"Uncle can hug Sunny?" asked Rangga expectantly.

Sunny glanced at Love asking for permission. "Can." The little girl nodded after Love nodded and smiled at her.

With a big smile Rangga immediately hugged Sunny. "Smart kid," he murmured. Rangga held her tightly, stroked her head and kissed Sunny's hair repeatedly. Finally after five years, he was able to meet his daughter. Yeah, after five years. Even after five years Rangga still can not call himself as Sunny's father. Miris. Rangga's gaze was immediately blurry because of the tears that had been pooled in his eye pelupuk. However, Rangga quickly removed it before Cinta could see.

I miss you, son. Patience, dear, soon we will gather together after father gives punishment to your mother. Stifling.

Thank God, my daughter can finally hug her father. Forgive the mother who separated you. Love's.

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