One Heart 2 LOVE

Now: I hate my life!

Soekarno Hatta Airport

Arka: I'm going for a while. Hope to come back soon and remove the wound.

....

"Once again. I'm heading Sekar, sir

Quickly tell me if there's anything. If you can't get him close to his sister Pasha."

Arka waved her hand while pulling her suitcase. Waluyo smiled, smiling as she said, "Shame but willing."

****

"Don't daydream because it's just a doang trader said. Human life is different. Not as easy as people say, not as beautiful as Drama and not as sosweet Novel, let's come back to the reality," Arnold put on a sour face. Occasionally glanced towards Sekar. Pereta* with the merchant. So Sekar thought of Arka.

"I really support you to go as far as Arka. Try shadowing, for 5 years you were in prison. So the maid who keeps getting angry. You should have lived happily for 5 years. A husband's job is to be a mom-"

"Sister. I don't want to talk about Arka."

Arnold had to shut his mouth. He also did not want to make Sekar feel uncomfortable.

"So. We're going to the Mall?" his hopes for a walk with Sekar are still high.

"Come on. But buy a gift for Pasha doang yes. Abis is home. Or what if we go to Mamah Tami's house?" her bead eyes sparkled again when she accidentally mentioned Tami's name. After the fight that day Sekar no longer contact each other with Tami. Good news for her in-laws.

"Judek. To Aunt Tami's house first. Just later to the Mall," actually Arnold was very reluctant to deliver the girl to Tami's house. There'll be other shitty scenes that Arnold's memory has to capture. But also pity if he continues to refuse Pinta Sekar.

"Yes. Thank you," the girl looked back at the outside view. His days can never be separated from empty thinking. There is a burden to be thought of.

A moment after that Sekar put his head on the glass of the car. Her tears suddenly shed. He pinched his stomach hard.

"Lho's? Why are you Sekar?" ask Arnold to panic.

"Hate the world! Hate this life!"

Arnold was about to stop the car. Fear of getting sick and taking her to the hospital. But at the moment he can only bite his lower lip. Looked at the girl.

"hate! Hate it! It should be me who is gone and Siska who is still alive. What's wrong with a woman like me wanting to feel a little happiness? I've never done anything wrong in the past" his eyes glared. Her chest is so tight. His hands continued to tightly grip the skin of his stomach. It must have hurt, but his heart hurt more.

Just getting carried away. Carry atmosphere. He tried too hard to get rid of the sadness but it turned out that the sadness attacked him back. Crying, screaming, disappearing from the world. The most desired thing right now.

"There must be a Sekar. There's gotta. Patience. In a moment, in a moment," the man who was driving also seemed to be moved. Salt water dripped out of his left eye. Tears of sadness.

****

"Assalamualaikum," Sekar lowered his head. In his heart he was still trying to string together words that could be said to Tami regarding the breakup of his relationship with Arka.

"Vaalaikumsal-New?!" Tami collapses. Hugged Sekar so tightly that the master had trouble breathing. Tami's tears just shed. This old lady was easy to cry.

"Your mother misses you."

Things that I did not expect before. He even thought that Tami would immediately throw him away where Sekar set foot in this house. But his guess was wrong.

"Let's go in," Tami pulled Sekar's hand. But Sekar refused.

While out there Arnold watched from the outside without getting out of the car. After that he left. Not for parking, purposely to avoid. Didn't want to see Sekar in the arms of his former in-laws.

"Strick can't be Mah," he lowered his head. Release Tami's handrails.

"Lho's? Why?"

"Sekar has been divorced with Arka," Sekar desperately trying to express this sentence. Finally he succeeded also when his life felt like the end of the throat.

My eyes are wide-eyed. Then if you already know why Tami as usual?

"There's something Mama wants to talk to you about, a secret. Big and important" he said, winking one eye and looking around. It was as if no one else wanted to hear their secret.

"This is the one who should be sorry is Mamah's family, not you," Tami tightened her seat with Sekar. He held the hand of Sekar.

"Arka has a half-sister," the beginning of the story is quite surprising for Sekar. But he did not intend to reproach. Look at Tami's story from beginning to end. If confused, then Sekar will ask.

"Ult used to be. Mamah had sex with other men besides Papah Arman, Papah Arka," Sekar rounded his eyes.

"The stupidest thing Mamah has ever done in all of Mamah's life. But Mamah was caliph, very khilaf. Apparently, the results of the dark relationship produced a seed in the womb of Mamah. Long story short, the baby was born. A beautiful woman. But Mamah realized that the boy was not Arman's son. The birth of the child actually makes Mamah worried and worried, not happy. My mind was very upset at that time. Mamah was afraid that the presence of the child would bring disaster to the family of Mamah and Arman. With a dead end, Mamah kept the child in one of the houses. In front of him. Then Mamah told everyone that the child died and was buried by the doctor without a patient. Of course everything is done with the help of doctors. Everyone couldn't believe the boy had just died. But Mamah runs the Mamah section. Acting in tears until they all believe."

Close his mouth in disbelief. He also widened his eyes. Tami the angel once had a heart like the devil.

"For years Mamah has been fighting the boy. But after all Mamah is still her real mother. God may have intended to return the child to Mamah. One day, the doctor tells Mamah that Mamah's son is still alive and has grown into a beautiful girl. Either way, Mom's mother. Despite his hatred, Mama still wants to see him. Then Mamah went back to the house where she was thrown away, too bad. They said that the girl had been taken to an orphanage. There are many stories that Mom did not know before. Yang Mamah knew Mamah's son was in the orphanage at the time."

Tami took a heavy breath, this is the hardest part to tell.

"A man like a thug came to us, and said, You are the son of Mamah."

Like being struck by lightning during a hot day, then hit by a meteor. I swear, Sekar had never been this surprised. He stood up, shut his mouth. Her tears are flowing very hard. His chest was tight, his heart was especially. His hands are trembling. His body suddenly limp. His sight was also blurred.

"That's why Arka hasn't fucked you in 5 years. But there's a sat-"

Brucks

Honey, Tami hasn't finished the real story Sekar has collapsed to the floor. He fainted. But there is a more important part to be heard.

"Bi Iyamm!!" Tami yelled half dead calling Iyam. His assistant is in the kitchen. Arman was not there at the time.

"Please help me Bi. Lift the Scatter."

With all his energy both of them carried Sekar. Get it up to the chair. Trying to resuscitate it using eucalyptus wind oil attached to the nose. Then assisted fan-fed.

Tong

Arnold felt bad. It's been a long time inside. So he decided to go inside.

"Bi please open," Tami told Iyam who replied with a nod.

"I'm a friend of Sekar's. Does it exist?" ask Arnold politely.

"A-there. Ne-Neng Sekar pi-fainted."

Arnold's eyes were perfectly rounded. He just played in. Her steps were stopped in the living room when she found a girl lying unconscious on the sofa.

"Oh God?!" He screeches. Without this - again Arnold lamgsung raised Sekar's body. Leaving confusion to Tami.

"Fuck you and your family" he snapped to Tami and left with Sekar.

"Yes Allah Sekar. You flanked the same they fainted so."

Arnold can't focus on driving. He's agitated, very agitated. No matter the traffic signs. The red light just blew. Lucky there was no accident.

Though the car behind him continues to honk so Arnold is more careful. Fuck the ticket, Sekar's safety is more important.

"d! I should've gone inside" he hit the steering wheel. Waving his own head. Misunderstand Tami and blame herself.

"Patience, patience. Soon we arrive" Arnold said on the sidelines of his panic.