Painful Love (Painful Love)

Move On

Bali is an island located in the western part of the Nusa Tenggara Islands. The island is famous as a tourism destination with a unique variety of cultural arts results. In addition, Bali is also known by the nickname of the Island of the Gods or Pulau Seribu Pura.

Many tourists and tourists come to visit the island for a vacation or for work. Of the many visitors who come, one of them is Tsamara Asyifa Gibran. A girl who has just been widowed after almost three months of sailing the household ark with her royal man.

Tsamara stopped the steps right in front of the exit of I Gusti Ngurah Rai Airport, Bali. From getting on the plane to arriving at the destination, all the girl did was take a deep breath. His footsteps felt heavy because this was the first experience of a vacation without being accompanied by anyone.

In the past, every time he came to Bali, Tsamara was always accompanied by his parents and beloved sister who is now studying abroad. However, this time he came alone to console himself due to his divorce with Bimantara.

"Bli, please take me to The Seminyak Beach Resort and Spa" Tsamara told the taxi driver she had booked earlier.

The sweet man of the locals nodded his head. "Good, Miss." Then, he began to run the four-wheeled vehicle to one of the famous resorts in the Seminyak area.

Along the way, Tsamara gazed at the beautiful scenery of the local city from inside the car. He complied with the advice of doctor Fatma to take a vacation to a place to treat the pain of his divorce with his ex-husband.

"This island is still the same as before I married Bima," said Tsamara Lirih as she continued to stare out the window.

The driver watched Tsamara from the rearview mirror in front. "The existence of this island is indeed not much different from before, Miss, it is still the same as before. Even if there is a change, but not too significant," said the sweet man from behind the wheel.

Tsamara turned her gaze from the beautiful scenery outside the car window to the rearview mirror in front. "Hopefully the change is in a better direction yes, Bli, so that the island is more comfortable for tourists" said the girl was friendly. Not at all offended when the foreign man in front of there chimed in his words.

The dimpled man smiled widely. "That's what we expect as locals. If this island is increasingly in demand by tourists, then my income will increase."

Chuckles softly and half-jokingly. There is no intention of anything just wanting to melt the atmosphere that seemed tense once.

After spending about an hour, finally the car that was boarded by Tsamara has arrived at the resort courtyard where he stayed. Issuing the red sheet money to the driver. "Thank you for getting us safely to our destination, Bli."

The taxi driver named Gede smiled widely. "It is my duty to deliver Miss and other visitors safely."

The man's hand received the bill Tsamara had offered. "Have a good holiday, miss, and have a good day."

Pulling a medium-size suitcase into a building that looks magnificent and classy with typical carvings of the island of Bali is located in front of the entrance of the resort lobby.

"Good afternoon. I want to check in on behalf of Tsamara Asyifa Gibran" Tsamara told one of the receptionists behind the desk.

Vienna, one of the receptionists played a flickering fingers on top of the keyboard. The woman's hand is so agile that it dances while the eyeball moves, matching the name of the order with the data obtained when placing the order. "Miss Tsamara booked an ocean suite with ocean views, right?" ask the woman to make sure if the room ordered is not a wrong message.

Tsamara only nodded her head in response.

After thanking and receiving the room key, Tsamara ushered a bell boy to one of the rooms at the resort.

Pushing the sliding doors made of glass, the smell of the freshness of the beach poured out into the air, tickling Tsamara's sense of smell. Stretching both hands to the left right side, then saying, "No regrets I asked for a leave of absence and decided to take a vacation here. This island is indeed suitable for people with bad luck like me," muttered softly with a choked voice.

Suddenly the flash of events when Bimantara and Emma combined love again repeated in the memory of the girl's memory. Shake your head quickly and say, "Come on, Tsa. Remember the words of Doctor Fatma, do not let your time be fruitful just to think about the past. You better move on and start looking for your own happiness. Treat your heart in your own way."

Tsamara looked back as the ringing of the phone from inside her sling bag rang. "Hello, Ma, what's wrong?" ask the girl while putting the phone in her ear.

"Darling, how, have you reached the inn?" ask Sekar without a stale base. He was quite worried about his eldest son who is now on vacation alone.

Actually Sekar disagreed when asking for permission to go on vacation alone without being accompanied by anyone, but seeing the determination of the child makes the mother of two children inevitably give permission with a note to give news every one hour. Sounds strange and too excessive but that's the reality, Sekar did not want to happen anything bad to his first child.

Tsamara rests her ass on a poolside lounge chair. A gust of sea breeze blew away the long, jet-black hair belonging to the beautiful doctor. "Alhamdulillah, Ma, I just arrived at the room. It's sitting by the pool. I'm sorry I haven't been able to tell Mama because I just arrived."

Across there Sekar breathed a sigh of relief because his beloved son arrived safely in the destination city. "Thank God then. Mama's just worried, afraid you're why-why there. What if you're in trouble, who's helping you?"

Tsamara chuckled softly at the words of her mother. "Don't worry about me too much. I am no longer a child to be cared for at all times by Mama and Papa. I've been twenty-four years, so if I'm in trouble I can ask the hotel clerk for help or ask Mama and Papa for help."

"But still Mama is worried. Her name is mother, will definitely think of her son if far from the observation. I'm sure all mothers in any part of the world do the same thing."

Tsamara's heart warms to hear Sekar's words. The pretty almond-eyed doctor felt lucky to have both parents so attentive to him. "Yes .. yes ... Tsamara understands, Ma. Yes, Mama don't worry too much about me later if it hurts, how? Poor Papa, no one's taking care of me."

Just pissed. "Ck! Your father is nothing to worry about. Every day in front of eyes where maybe Mama's worried."

Tsamara's laughter took off that very second. "Yes, if so I close first. I'm gonna take a quick look at it. I'll call you back later. Bye, Mama."

Tsamara looked around. Breathe in fresh air while closing your eyes. "I just have to move on and can't remember Bima again" said the girl made up her mind.

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