Painful Love (Painful Love)

First Meeting

Tsamara's heart was torn after talking to Abimana. The figure of the man he loved wholeheartedly openly wants to be free from the shackles of love the beautiful girl.

Tsamara felt his chest feel tight like being crushed by a big stone bangkohan. The air around seems unable to meet the oxygen supply in the lungs. Unable to bear the taste, he chose to leave the place to a park next to a magnificent eighteen-story building.

The skyscraper with all kinds of facilities is a hotel owned by both parents Tsamara so he does not have to worry about getting lost. Since adolescence has often visited, accompanying papa and his mother to do impromptu acts to monitor the performance of the workers.

Sitting in a garden chair in front of the fountain. Eyes stared straight at the lovers who were making out. They seem to be happy, loving and loving. Unknowingly, tears came back dripping down both cheeks.

"Why can you talk to me like that? Did I really mean nothing in your life?" The crystal chunks returned to flow without knowing when it would stop. As strong as the energy held back, but the more it flowed.

"I just want to live happily with you. Building a healthy household, mawaddah and warahmah. Is that wrong? I-" That sentence Tsamara couldn't say. Sound in the air.

"Of course not! Your dream of building a family is a noble ideal for someone who wants to get married" said someone. The baritone voice of a foreign man made Tsamara jump from where he was sitting at this time. With a quick movement, he wiped away the remaining crystal feathers that were in the corner of the eye.

After making sure there were no more clear details left, Tsamara turned her head to the source of the sound. "Who are you? Then, what are you doing here?" ask her with a raucous voice.

A handsome oriental-faced man stood gallantly with a shady eye gaze. Beautifully curved eyebrows over a pair of sharp and alluring narrow eyes. The nose is sharp, looks harmonious with a line of thin lips that are so tempting. When he smiles, he will see dimples on both corners of the lips.

"I? What are you doing here? Of course stay. What do you think I came here for, hem?" the man replied, then he sat down next to Tsamara. A look of eyes scanned the surroundings, then looked back at the girl next to him. Pay attention to the appearance of young doctors who have just graduated from the renowned medical faculty in the country. "What are you doing here yourself? Why wear this dress? Not afraid of the wind?"

Being asked questions made Tsamara confused. I don't know which question to answer.

Take a deep breath, then exhale slowly. "I'm having a birthday party here. That's why I wear a dress like this" she replied briefly.

The night wind blows. Making Tsamara cold because she was wearing an off shoulder model dress. He hugged himself while occasionally rubbing his shoulders.

Strangers see it all. I realized that the girl next to me was cold. Without thinking long, he took off the bomber jacket that was being used then twisted the position until his body sideways to the right side.

"Wear this jacket. Don't let you catch a cold. The night air is not good for health. In addition, it will invite lust for the men who accidentally cross paths with you." He immediately wrapped a black jacket on Tsamara's shoulders. Covering the smooth white shoulder without any blemish in the slightest.

Their two faces were close together until a warm breath was felt, hitting each other's cheeks. The scent of citrus perfume, combined with the scent of Tsamara's red musk perfume, makes a tickle for the sense of smell.

"Miss Tsamara!" exclaim a hotel employee who is none other than Laksmi-general manager hotel. Thirty-year-old woman is Fahmi's confidant to take care of all matters related to hotel affairs.

"Sorry, Miss. Mr. Fahmi asked me to take you back inside the ballroom. Miss has left the room too long" Laksmi told me why she was in the hotel garden.

Hotels built by the Tsamara family are equipped with surveillance cameras (CCTV) everywhere. Every corner is equipped with the device so it is not surprising that the existence of the eldest son Fahmi soon known only capitalized recording only.

Tsamara looked at Laksmi who was looking at her with an anxious look. It was evident from his deathly pale face like a corpse.

"Euh .... Yep. Okay, I'll be right back. Madam Laksmi first, I'll catch up!" tsamara said as she glanced at the foreign man next to her who was putting both hands behind her head. The eyes look at the beautiful sky at night.

"Sorry, Miss. But Mr. Fahmi asked me to bring Miss immediately. If not .. then my office is revoked by him."

Suddenly, the foreign man next to Tsamara stopped the melody from whistling when he heard Laksmi's answer. Thinking, that the girl next to him was no ordinary person. Evident from the recognition of the general manager brought up the position. If you open a rich person, it is impossible for the hotel employee to be scared to death.

Tsamara just sighed. If his father had said that he should leave now, then he could not oppose it. Tsamara could only get up from the chair while holding a bomber jacket belonging to a foreign man.

"Alright, I'm going to see Papa now." Tsamara looked at the foreign man next to her. He was about to take off the jacket lent by the foreign man next to him. However, the stranger had already opened his voice.

"Bring my jacket, miss. You still need it until you get to the ballroom" the man said as if he understood Tsamara's movements.

"But ... How do I return it?"

The stranger chuckled softly and looked at Tsamara. There was a strange feeling of slipping into the deepest recesses of the heart while making contact with the owner of the beautiful, clear eyes. "If God did match both of us, then that's when you can return it. However, if not, consider it a memento of a wanderer who is not necessarily direction."

Tsamara nodded. Clutching tightly to the citrus-scented jacket left there, he again said, "Alright. If that's what you want. I'll keep this jacket until I see you again." Step forward to approach Laksmi. However, only five steps, he stopped and turned the body. "Thank you for being so kind to me. Someday, I'll definitely pay it back." After saying the last sentence, the girl resumed her steps leaving the stranger alone.

"Tsamaras. Beautiful name is the same as the person," the foreign man murmured softly as he looked again at the beauty of God's creation above.

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