Painful Love (Painful Love)

I Love You, Brother Bima!

Weekends are the best time to spend time with family or loved ones. Usually people will go to a place of entertainment where they can relax for a moment from the routine of work that never runs out.

When people out there invite the family to go for a walk, Fahmi prefers to sit back with his wife and eldest child by the pool. Only the three of them alone in a classic two-story luxury house built on a land measuring 25.7 meters × 30.8 meters. Kenan El Gibran, Tsamara's younger brother was studying in London so he could not accompany his parents.

"Tsa, have you found the hospital where you did your internship?" tanya Sekar while pouring orange juice for her beloved husband.

Tsamara. "Already, Ma. It just so happens that this hospital is working with my campus. So, some medical graduate students, allowed to apply to become interns there," he said politely. After that, Tsamara refocused on the flat object in her grasp.

Fahmi grabbed the glass that was given Sekar, then sipped it slowly. Freshly squeezed sunkist citrus fruit and given a little ice cubes can quench thirst instantly.

"Is your phone more important than Papa and Mama so that your point of view is from there?" ketus Fahmi's. He likes it the least when he is gathered, one of them is more focused on doing other things than talking warmly with family.

After pouring orange juice for Fahmi, Sekar took a seat on another chair. Next to her husband's arm, another hand rubbed the man's shoulder. "Father, don't sniff so hard on your own child! It's possible that Tsa is waiting for an important call from someone. Or it could be waiting for news from Bima, is that right, dear?" Glanced at Tsamara, trying to help the girl so as not to get scolded Fahmi.

Tsamara bowed her face, feeling guilty for having provoked a commotion in the morning. There was a feeling of regret that swallowed the chest hearing Fahmi's tone rise.

"What is said to be true, Pa. I ... am waiting for news from Bima," said Tsamara Lirih as she continued to look down. The fingers twist the ends of the worn blouse. "I'm sorry, Papa."

Hearing that remark, Fahmi sighed softly. I don't know how many times Bimantara disappointed his beloved daughter. However, the girl always opened her arms wide and was willing to forgive the child of the friend.

"He hasn't contacted you since last night?" ask Fahmi full of questions. Netra the man sharply stared towards Tsamara. However, the girl was flinching. "Answer, Papa, Tsa. Hasn't your fiancee contacted you since last night!"

The mood suddenly quiet. There was no response from Tsamara. Fahmi grew furious over his son's attitude. The man's lips opened again, about to speak. However ....

"Excuse me, Mr. Fahmi. In front there is Den Bima and ask permission to see Mbak Tsamara." Mbok Darmi's words immediately stopped Fahmi's intentions and made Tsamara immediately look up the head.

"Sister Bima came here, Mbok? Really?" tsamara asked him to make sure that Bimantara actually met him at home. The happiness glow is clearly visible in the girl's brown iris.

"Yes, Ma'am. At the moment Den Bima is waiting in the living room," replied Mbok Darmi briefly.

Without wasting any time, Tsamara hurried to get up and set foot towards the room where Bimantara was. While Fahmi only sighed harshly when he saw Tsamara stalling a wide smile at the corner of his lips.

"That's it, Pa, let it be. As long as Tsamara is happy, we should support her" Sekar said, knowing the turmoil in her husband's heart.

"Bima Brother!" tsamara half ran over to her fiance. "I knew Brother would come to see me." Circling the hand on the arm of the heart tightly. Gender his head on the man's shoulders as if he was afraid Bimantara would leave and not come back again.

With a flat face, Bimantara replied, "Of course I have to come. Otherwise, Papa would've threatened me not to see Mama."

The smile on Tsamara's face is painted when she can again feel the warmth of the body of the man she loves. No matter the cold attitude and the words that sometimes hurt his heart. Most importantly she can be alone again with her future husband.

"I've decided to accept our marriage. However, I do not want to contribute in the preparation of the wedding. If you or Mama want to order a wedding dress, catering or so on, just do it yourself. Don't force me to be involved in our marriage!" bimantara said that made Tsamara jump from the sofa.

"M-married? We ... are getting married, sister?" tanya Tsamara. Still can't believe what he just heard.

"of course. Who do you think would have married if we hadn't? Kenan, your sister's still focused on college in London where there's time to think about marriage!" sahut Bimantara.

Tsamara was still looking at the handsome face of Bimantara closely. Highlight the eyes full of disbelief implied in his brown iris. "Sister is really going to marry me? You're not lying, are you?"

"Do I have any choice but to marry you, Tsamara? If only there was, I'd done it a long time ago before things got sick of me!" Bimantara's eyes were cold, it was clear that he was holding back his annoyance towards the girl next to him.

Instead of feeling offended, Tsamara instead wrapped both hands on the burly body of Bimantara. Closely smothering, feel the aroma of perfume nuanced aqua that presents a fresh and tropical feel spoil Tsamara's sense of smell.

"I love you, Brother Bima. I really love you so much. I can't believe we're getting married any minute, building a harmonious household until death do us part." The heart of Tsamara is blossoming like a cherry blossom. The shadow as he and Bimantara sat side by side in the guarantee makes the two corners of the lips widen perfectly.

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Currently, Tsamara and Bimantara are in a mall in the largest in Central Jakarta. Fahmi and Sekar's eldest son whined to ask the CEO to accompany him to shop for bags, shoes and clothes that were worn when he started his internship later. Many shops are so visited that Tsamara's hands are no longer able to hold her grocery bag. Bimantara was forced to help his future wife.

"Sister Bima, we eat yuk there first. My stomach is hungry. This morning I was just a little because I had no appetite" Tsamara said, pointing to a Japanese restaurant that serves authentic Japanese food menus, not like Japanese restaurants in general.

"But I'm not hungry, Tsa. After all, it was too early for lunch" Bimantara replied as his net accidentally glanced at the circular round object on his wrist. The time is still at twelve noon while they usually have lunch at one or half two in the afternoon.

"Come on, brother, accompany me to eat for a while. After that, we go home. Please." Putting on a face with both hands cupped in front.

Seeing the eyes full of supplication made Bimantara's heart melt. Not wanting to be rebuked by Irawan again, he said, "Alright. We had lunch there. But promise, after that we go home because I'm tired of running around all day."

Tsamara nodded her head enthusiastically. "OK, Brother!" Then they stepped towards a restaurant that was in front of a bookstore. However, footsteps had to stop when a pair of brown beads caught a female figure climbing the escalator to the first floor.

Instantly the look on Bimantara's face changed. The squinting eyes made sure what he saw was not a pseudo-shadow.

"Him?" bimantara lirih.

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