One Big Dipper Two Love

Chapter 93

The sun has sunk. And the sky is so pretty painting twilight. Nata who was sitting tilted on a motorbike, looking at the beautiful horizon with a heart of shahdu.

In the past, it was often like this. Wandering around in a two-wheeled puppet with Hangga enjoying the beautiful twilight in the sky of Jakarta City. The handsome man he adored so much was riding his motorcycle agilely, winding through the density of the highway. Nata will hug the waist of the Hanges tightly. And they will put the word love down along the way.

“NATA , I LOVE YOU.”

“HANGGA, I LOVE YOU.”

No matter the various gazes people will wash both of them. For them, the world belonged to both. The others, move aside.

Nata's most favorite moment when riding a motorcycle with Hangga is when the motor stops because the traffic light turns red. Hanges will pull Nata's hand to hold her tightly and coiled up to her stomach. Then the hand will be agile to wander, sometimes stroking Nata's hand, sometimes stroking Nata's leg, sometimes stroking Nata's thigh tight wrapped jeans. Nata likes. Really like.

“Mbak, this is the correct destination point, right?” Question Ojol brother in green jacket disperse the daydream Nata.

“Iya, as per point,” replied Nata.

The sky was half dark, as Nata got off the motorbike of the online motorcycle he was riding. Nata does not pay his motorcycle fare with cash because he has a digital wallet balance in the online motorcycle taxi account.

Nata accidentally doesn't call Hangga to pick her up because ....

I don't know, Nata is confused if he has to explain how he feels about Hangga now. He still loves Huffa. I love Hanges very much. However, there was a vacuum in his heart. Especially when remembering the betrayal of Hanges.

Nata still often cries when remembering so much that Hangga lied to him. He worked hard to build trust in the figure of the man he loved the most.

Nata knows, since the first time Hangga is indeed a lot of fans. Some women have tried to attract the attention of this handsome man. And Nata was happy because he was always faithful and never turned away from him, even though thousands of women came to tease him.

In fact, once upon a time, when Nata expressed honesty about her imperfections as a woman, the answer of Hanges was beyond Nata's expectations. The man who knew Nata was diligent in worship was still willing to accept him as he was. Never lessened the slightest love of Hangga to him even though there is a very dark reproach in him.

Hangga still loves him, even though he has revealed the honesty that he is no longer vulnerable.

“I'm not a hymen-worshiping man, Nata. I love you because I love you. I love you whatever and however you are. I love you so much, Nata.” Once the answer of the then-Hangga catapulted Nata to the most beautiful point of a sincerity of love.

And what makes the pain even more painful is when Hangga said by snapping at himself in front of Harum. Nata hates. He hated every memory of that event.

“Nat, are you home? How come I didn't call you anyway?” todong Hangga as soon as Nata entered his room.

Nata was silent, not saying. That's how Nata has been lately. He only talks for urgent matters, which requires him to speak.

“I do not go to the mosque and pray at home because wait for your phone,” said Hangga again.

Nata remained silent. After putting the bag into place, he went to the bathroom. However, his steps were held back due to the hand checks of Hangga.

“Nata, please don't do this. I'm confused how else. I miss the old Nata. Who is always a smile, who is always cheerful, who is always spoiled, who wants to stick with me. It's not Nata like this. Who is always silent, who is always moody, who wants to go as far as me.”

Nata's gasps held back from crying, but her tears were shed as well.

“OK, if I'm wrong, I'm sorry, Nata. I was wrong and you were wrong. Let's forget everything. Let's go through the days like our usual days. Or do you really love me, Nat?”

“I love you. But, I hate you too, Huffa. Huuu, huuu, huuu.” For the umpteenth time Nata cried, and cried again.

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Sorry two chapters but little and not important. If the next few days I don't get up, maybe I'm accompanying the kids on vacation.

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