Release You With Hearts

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“Sorry,” he said coldly and then walked away from me. I'm no stranger to his face, but who? I tried to remember, but still found no answer.

“Shyaa, you why the hell?” dean asked me worriedly, “So you don't focus, your food truss is just you stirring. If you can talk about food must have been dizzy,” he said at length, I did not respond to his words. “Syaa, you are the same Mr Kenan when you want to go public? Is it good to date diem-diem?” dean said it reminded me of what happened hours ago. Kenan hasn't given me any news yet. Repeatedly I saw my phone wishing there was a message coming in from him, but it was all nil. This is not the first time, almost every month he disappears without a trace and when he returns he will be a romantic man who treats me like a princess. “De, turn yuk. Not feeling well,” take me to Dean after he spends his breakfast, “Loe hurts Sya?” tanya worried, I was stunned by the response given by Dean to me, “Gak papa kok, go in the usual wind, like ketapean dehh,” said I “Ya already ayokk, but I brought the motor yes, like,” pinta Dean, I just nodded because honestly right now my heart and mind were out of focus, rather than endangering other road users.

“Rest Shaa, besuk morning we ad meeting important loh,” remembers Dean to me, “Iya De, I entered first yes, I did,” parted me and walked away from Dean who was still parking the motor in our boarding garage. I threw my body violently in my bed. I looked at the ceiling of my room, I imagined how beautiful my life was. Having a lover yet feeling lonely. He always forced me to stay until he was ready to announce this relationship.He always said, he did not want if later everyone would sneer at me. I don't know what he's really hiding from me. I always try to be kind to her, even though she may not be good to me.

Monday is always the day with the most mobility for every Indonesian. As well as me, I had to get stuck in the traffic jam of the capital. Many times I looked at my watch, I was not an employee

example, but as much as possible I avoid the words late. 15 minutes I have been silent among other riders, finally my bike can go even though slow. When I arrived at the crossroads my eyes were fixed on a car with a police number and a color that I recognized, Kenan's car. This time he was alone, but he did not run his car towards the office. “Where is it?” I don't know who I am. I was intrigued, I followed Kenan's car from afar, lucky today I put on a mask so Kenan would have a hard time recognizing me. I kept following him until his car stopped at an apartment, I stopped my bike not far from Kenan's car. Kenan was seen coming down the car with a cell phone attached to his ear. My eyes were round when I saw a woman who was the same as the woman who was the same tempo

the day I saw. Kenan opened the car door for the woman, with a sweet smile. My heart was like it was pierced by millions of needles, Kenan never invited me to just go to the office together, even when he took me on the street he would always ask me to come directly to where he meant. He never treated me that sweet. My legs felt limp, but with all my might I turned on my motor. Now I'm no longer tailing Kenan's car.

My heart and mind are still burning about what happened a few minutes ago, now I have to get a scene that makes me more tortured. Kenan held the woman's hand, he didn't even glance at me. Though,

you I fired!” kenan said firmly, I just kept quiet and looked at the woman beside him coldly. “So everyone, introduce him to my new secretary in place of Bu Leni. I hope you guys can appreciate and respect Tania,” Kenan said firmly, my jaw hardened my hand squeezed the end of the shirt I was wearing. Just a secretary, but he treats her like his lover. Who here is my lover or Tania? Not done yet Kenan announced I've left the line and climbed the emergency stairs. Honestly, I could have used the elevator but somehow my feet actually stepped on the emergency stairs. I climbed the stairs in a hurry so I did not realize I had missed a rung to make a slip. My body slid to the floor. I shed all my tears. “Why God? Why am I hurt again?” ask me in between my tears. After finishing my tears, I went back up the stairs one by one. I clasped the ladder tightly. Before entering my work space, I first tidied myself up in the office toilet. I entered one of the toilet cubicles, before long I heard footsteps walking into the toilet. “Ehh, he said Tania Tania was his future wife Pak Kenan. So all this time the girlfriend who was hidden by Mr. Kenan was Mr. Tania,”, said one of the employees. I remained silent and listened to their conversation. “Iyaa, pantes aja hidden beautiful people so. Must be afraid of being stabbed,” said. “Ehh but yes at that time will someone say Mr. Kenan's girlfriend works here too. Have you broken up?” asked another person, I stopped the movement of my hand that was about to open the toilet door, “Ihh said it was just a bet doang. Kasian well, had hoped in marriage ehh turned out to be just a bet,”neut “Iyaa, Division C children right?” again for the umpteenth time I was surprised. No, I'm not the betting ingredient. Because I'm in Division B, so? Are there other women who are victims? Before long heard the footsteps of someone entering the toilet, “Ehh back yukk, there are those who ngarep so Bu Boss ehh know it just be maenan,” quipped one of them. after the sound of footsteps away I turned the door knob and went out. How surprised I was, a woman I did not recognize at all. “Hai,” my handkerchief with still raucous voice, “Alishya yes?” in response, I rounded my eyes. We never said hello, but he knew my name. “I Ranti, ordinary face,” she said with a small puckiness because she saw the expression of my face. “You heard what they were talking about earlier?” tanyanya while tidying up her hijab even she did not see me at all, “You also want to mock me? I'm ready,” he said glancing at me from the mirror reflection, “Maybe I'm the same as you Ran,” I said as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, he raised his eyebrows and turned his body to face me. “Maybe we are the same,” my deuteronomy, he just smiled at me. It was not the insulting smile he displayed but the sincere smile that gave the impression he was supporting me. “What, you have the right to choose kok Syaa,” he said while patting my shoulder. “Oh yes you are from division B right? Want together? Our room is opposite loh,” take it gently. I was stunned by her beauty, the woman with her teeth rolling, dimples that look when she smiles, beautiful eyes and do not forget the hijab she wore made her look elegant but sweet. “You are also sweet Syaa,” she said as if understanding what I was thinking.

Me and Mba Ranti go hand in hand, I change my calling when I know her age. We're 2 years adrift. I really don't want to if I call him Mba, he said he felt old if someone called him that. However, I still insist because I appreciate it being much older. “Happy working yes Syaa, no need to think about it. Relax, I first yes,” farewell with a sweet smile.

“Syaa from where anyway?” ask Dean to worry. “Toilet,” I said short, I was lazy to talk at this time. I started struggling with my work. Suddenly my phone rang, I opened my phone. Turns out Kenan sent me a short message, “I'm sorry I yelled at you honey, I don't want to be considered favoritism. Later tonight we are dinner yes,” that's how a short message he sent. I turned off my phone, I got up from my seat like I needed something warm to calm my heart and my mind that rumbled like a war drum, “Where are you going?” rama asked me, I was a little surprised by the change in appearance of Rama “Pantry Ram,” I said after normalizing my surprise. I walked through several division rooms, until my steps stopped when I saw Kenan's office door open. I slowed down my steps, right in front of Kenan's room I heard Tania and Kenan was joking. Even Kenan did not hesitate to sit close to Tania who he said was only a secretary. I'm accelerating

my step, I don't want to make my heart hurt for the umpteenth time. Upon arrival in the pantry I saw Mba Ranti making a drink, “Mba Ranti,” call me, Mba Ranti looked at me and smiled sweetly. “Hai Syaa, would you like to make a drink too? Here sit first let Mba makein,” bargain “Eh eh no need Mba, I buar myself aja

Mba,” refused me not feeling good. “Udah relax, here Syaa,” he said as he led me to sit in front of him. “Why?” his question seemed to understand the hardness of my heart. “You see something?” guess made me look down deeply withholding tears that were ready to fall at any moment. “Even Mba used to see more than that Sya,” he said made me as fast as lightning raised my head, “Iya Sya, maybe later you will also see. Brother hope you don't fall too deep as he does Yes,” his advice makes me unconsciously shed his tears. “What if it's too deep Mba?” ask me with a loud voice.