Sad Boy With Tomboy Girl

the deep wounds

The more we chase, the further we get. But can you just stop this once, I just want to say. Pardon me!

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" Dhir.!" greet Dava, making Dhira look her head up at him while she was in front of him.

Three days in a row Dava always goes to his house at night. Always bring Dhira and Alex's favorite food.

Three days later, Dhira kept his distance from Dava, even though he refused to see each other. But how else, Alex always asked him to join her.

Join, but do not want to come to play with the reason if he is busy taking care of cafe spending checking it via mobile phone.

Dava knows that Dhira is only lying and is reluctant to play together. And now he ventured to come closer and invite to speak well with Dhira.

Here he was, standing in front of Dhira who was sitting on the living room sofa holding his laptop.

" I want to talk to you" Dava said and sat down on the single sofa.

" What do you want to talk about?" dhira asked and refocused on his laptop.

" I'm sorry" he said sincerely, which made Dhira immediately stop typing and look back at him.

" I'm sorry, for what I did. Sorry I let you down. Sorry, I couldn't control my feelings just yet. Sorry." she said again with a smile.

Somehow the apology was so sincere and so sad when I heard it. Friends, brothers, protective brothers, sisters, her kind and ever-present brother makes her heart a little pity and pity as Dava repeatedly tries to improve everything with an apology and always comes to her house.

Truly this is not entirely Dava's fault, it is all just the influence of alcohol and his position also Dhira came at the wrong time. But luckily it didn't happen and was saved with Dhira beating Dava.

Seeing the sincerity of Dava apologizing, and like him coming back like he used to make her lower her head to cover her fleeting smile.

" You still love me." The first question that came out of Dhira's lips made Dava squint.

" If I said yes, would you be angry?" dava asked back, instead of answering Dhira just frowned staring in Dava's eyes that could not lie.

" I still love you Dhir, but I know love can not be forced and this love will be replaced as a affection for you my little sister." he said again with a smile, smiling, made Dhira smile as Dava always called her my little sister.

It feels like Dava is back as before, time has not had more feelings for him, a time when they were always together like sister and sister.

" I'm sorry" said Dava and pointed the little finger as peace and a friend's promise.

wrapping her little finger to give her a pardon made Dava smile and grateful that Dhira would forgive her.

" You forgave me" Dava said

" Yes, but I'll keep my distance. You know for yourself if I'm su-."

" Yes I know! don't keep going.!" cutting Dava made Dhira laugh a little.

" It's the night I want to go home" Dava said.

" Yes" replied Dhira, standing up from the sofa delivering Dava out of the house.

" Thank you" Dava said on the bike.

" It forgives me." he said.

" It's bawel!" dhira replied with a smile making Dava laugh.

Staring at Dava's departure with a smile, forgiving him with a sincere feeling made Dhira's heart a little relieved and there was no more hate in his heart. What a relief and this silence if we forgive him.

Go inside the house, lock the fence and enter the room, try to find his phone and see there are two messages from people who love him.

" What's Beb again?" a message from her boyfriend.

And a message from an unknown number.

Two photo messages showing two couples sitting at a party table accompanied by a husband and wife who also sat opposite him.

Revan?" he murmured in the heart.

He opened his eyes and was surprised at the photos he saw. The picture of her lover and the family of the old woman she hated so much, laughing together at the party table as if they were so familiar.

Mama..!" he said so softly, seeing the photo how his mother who was so laughing and smiling loosely like happy with her new family.

Smiling with eyes that had started to turn red as he looked at her again. His heart was so angry, hateful and envious to see a photo that did not know who the sender was.

Her mother was so happy, so able to laugh freely and so able to love her stepson. Where he saw the second photo, showing his mother stroking the cheeks of her pouting stepson.

Himself, a biological child who is rarely noticed and given affection by his mother. But here he saw how sincere the mother who is caring and giving love to the children of people not her own child.

Is it because your money is happy mam, I see this you're not as depressed as you're comfortable with your new family. It's not like you're with my dad who's always ignoring Alex and me. As if now I know, if you don't want your real son anymore. Thank you for giving birth to me and Alex's brother and thank you for the wounds you gave your biological child." he murmured and closed his eyes with water running down his cheeks.

Exhaling deeply in trying to temper the anger that was rising in his heart. It was enough to cry for his mother, it was enough that he missed his mother and it was time that he no longer wished for her to return.

Standing up from his bed took his jacket and motorcycle keys. Stepping out of the house for as usual, when he was wanting to be alone vented his frustration, his anger and his cries.

I don't know who has dared to send a photo of his mother and lover that makes Dhira's heart heat up.

The park, the dark lake is a favorite place when he feels sad and wants to be alone.

" Dad! Dhira misses!!" he shouted in front of the Lake, bowing his head and crying.

" Dad, Dhira hates well, Dhira hates him! Dhira hates yah!!." so deep the whim and the craze.

The deep disappointment, the hatred he had cultivated for so long. There was no more love and respect for his mother if he ever met her.

For a long time she cried herself in the dark. Remove the remaining tears that are still flowing and smile at the moon that is shining so bright.

" Thank you well, thank you for giving me and brother more affection, thank you for all the struggles dad, thank you well. And from now on I don't need the affection of a mother, I don't need her presence, for me now it's just my family's sister alex right now" he murmured.

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