Painful Love (Painful Love)

The Anxiety of Tsamara

Without saying anything, Bimantara threw Tsamara's hand from his arm, then ran away from his fiancee.

"Bima, wait! Where's the brother going?" tsamara exclaimed a little to make some mall visitors stare at him. However, Bimantara did not care about the girl at all. The CEO kept running after something he had been looking for.

"Why did Bima just leave? Is there anything urgent until he leaves me here alone?" The look of a face full of sadness was clearly painted there. There is a sense of disappointment infiltrated into the niche of the heart because for the umpteenth time Bimantara made him disappointed.

Sitting pensively alone while watching people and passing by. Tired of envy when seeing some pairs of lovers look so friendly, walking hand in hand while occasionally heard the sound of laughter.

For some reason the little heart of Tsamara suddenly said will she and Bimantara be that happy when they get married? Will Bimantara be able to be friendly to him if he remembers how the man behaved when he was around him all this time? Bimantara was always cold, indifferent as if he never thought it existed.

Sighing for a deep breath while closing your eyes. "Come, Tsa, why are you comparing Kak Bima with other men. Your fiancee is different from them. So, don't ever expect him to be like the others." Tsamara asked her to stop comparing Bimantara to other men.

Since the age of five, Tsamara has known Bimantara well. The man's attitude was cold, indifferent and indifferent but so very affectionate to Hasna. So he should no longer worry about the attitude of the man who will soon marry him because from the past until now Bimantara has never changed in the slightest.

As Tsamara was talking to herself, a flash of lightning was clearly visible from the large window to the east of the girl's seat. Followed by the thunderous sounds of lightning repress each other. The originally clear sky turned cloudy. A pitch-black cloud covered the Sun that a few hours ago seemed to shine brightly shining on the earth.

Keep looking at the phone screen, hoping Bimantara replies to a short message sent by him. However, from the dozens of messages there was not a single reply by her future husband.

"In fact, Bima went where the hell why until now he has not returned," muttered Tsamara lirih. Get up from the chair, then walk back and forth while tapping his mobile phone in the palm of his hand.

Rumbling sounds were heard again accompanied by raindrops that washed over the earth. This afternoon, the capital city of Jakarta was again hit by rain just like the day before.

Tsamara's heart grew agitated, worried for the safety of her future husband. Negative thoughts began to appear in the mind of the woman. So, he tried to call Bimantara number for the last time. However, again and again only the voice of the operator answered.

"Maybe Bima's sister has returned home. Better, I go home before the rain gets heavier" Tsamara said, holding back.

In that instant Tsamara stepped up while carrying several paper bags containing new clothes, shoes and bags to wear when interning at the hospital tomorrow. The girl swung her foot towards the main door of a mall and ordered an online taxi that would take her home.

Meanwhile, Bimantara had just arrived home. When he got out of the car, he immediately slammed the door so loud that a loud sound was heard.

"Shoppers! Obviously I saw with my own eyes that he was there, but why was it that when I chased him he disappeared." Bimantara cursed violently while throwing a guest chair cushion from the top of the sofa until it fell to the floor. He had almost met the woman had there not been a small incident that made the sole heir of the Danendra Group lose track.

Leaning back on the back of the sofa, then removing the mobile phone from the pocket of the pants. The man's body re-erected when he saw the notification of dozens of short messages and phone calls from Tsamara.

Without a second thought, Bimantara immediately contacted Tsamara's number. However, it was not his future wife who answered but the voice of the operator.

Sorry, the number you are going to is off or out of range. Try a few more moments.

Slam the smart phone made by Uncle Sam with the logo of the apple bitten on the edge to the top of the sofa. The chest of the kempis. Face reddened and occasionally ruffled his hair until it gets tangled. Not yet relieved his frustration at failing to find someone now he is upset that Tsamara can not be contacted.

Without wasting too much time, Bimantara immediately grabbed the car keys he had thrown onto the empty sofa next door. He is forced to catch up with Tsamara at the mall because he does not want to be blamed if something bad happens to the girl.

Bimantara drove the vehicle at a speed of 60 KM/h, splitting the streets of the capital. Rainwater that soaked the earth accompanied by the roar of thunder of lightening each other did not dampen the intention of the man to pick up Tsamara in the largest shopping center in the city of Jakarta, where he last left his future wife.

However, by the time he had arrived and searched for Tsamara in his original place, the girl was gone. And so, the more upset he was made because the man's efforts were in vain.

"Based on a stupid girl! Why does he always trouble me!" ogat Bimantara while throwing his butt in a chair in front of boba stand. "If her cell phone could be reached then I wouldn't have to look for the girl to and fro!"

"If until he is kidnapped, I have to say what to Om Fahmi and Aunt Sekar," said Bimantara lirih. Every sentence was spoken hinting at how worried he was about Tsamara.

Suddenly a consciousness hit the head of Bimantara. After being calm and able to think clearly, he realized why not try to contact the Gibran family residence and ask if Tsamara was home or not. Then, at that moment he also searched the home phone number of both parents of his future wife among the many numbers stored in the phone book.

"Hello, this is Bima. Is Tsamara home?" bimantara asked when he heard one of the ARTs answering a phone call.

"There, Den Bima. Ma'am Tsamara just arrived home. Den Bima wants to talk to him?" hail ART across there in a friendly manner.

There was a sigh of relief when he heard that Tsamara had returned home safely. Apparently, what he was afraid of did not happen. His face returned as cheerful as ever.

"No need, Mbok. Just let him rest " answered Bimantara briefly. After that, he ended the phone call and rushed back home. The body feels tired. The thought of feeling tired makes the man want to immediately lay down his body on his soft mattress.

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