Secluded Love

To be apart

Good morning to those of us who are still thinking about the future. May it be illuminated by a path without a ray of light. You, who managed to give color, rekindled his passion. Wishing to be gone is the sadness that befalls you because of it.

A pinch of Ditya's desire to receive Zara's helping hand, fully supported by the family.

He will use the best possible wild card that Zara has given him.

After taking Dee to school, Ditya still faithfully leaned in his car. Waiting for the appearance of the woman who had filled his heart.

The bell has rung, but Zara hasn't shown up yet. When I saw the watch, it was time to go to the office. Maybe next time he'll talk to Zara.

"Dee, what's up ?"

Asked a female teacher, who had seen him since before standing in front of the door of the teacher's room.

"where's she, miss Zara ?"

Dee was eager to meet him, it had been a few days that he was not present in his class.

"wait till your father picks you up, I'll tell you."

Ms. Jasmine, as the vice principal knows that Zara is not just a teacher to him. Dee was indeed the closest student to Zara, all the teachers knew that as well.

"thank you mrs. Jasmine's."

He said disappointed, again unable to see Zara on that day.

In the afternoon, Ditya comes back to school to pick up Dee. He was also called directly to the school.

"can we talk to you for a minute, Mr Aditya ?"

Mrs Jasmine indeed intentionally wanted to talk to Ditya.

"is there a problem ?"

"this pa, this pa,

These few days I noticed Dee like a lot of silence. Usually he's very active and cheerful, I'm afraid there's a problem."

A moment of silence, he knew that his son must be sad.

"did Zara not go to work ? Only he can make her happy."

Ms. Jasmine was surprised that Dee did not know about Zara's news.

"right, you don't know ?

3 Days ago, Miss Zara officially did not teach here.

After submitting the resignation letter the day before."

It means Dee's birthday, though,

Ditya leaned his body on a sofa.

Dee is always moody, she refuses to talk much.

"not good, for a child of his age to bear the problems of adults."

Little did Jasmine's mother know about their relationship.

Jasmine's mom was the closest person to Zara at school, whatever she told her. They were close because he was the son of his grandmother's sister, cousin Kusuma.

"thank you ma'am, then I'm saying goodbye."

Ditya picked up Dee who was left for school.

"well, where are we going now ?"

Tanya Dee was curious, her father did not immediately invite her home.

His face began to glow as the car entered the courtyard of someone's house.

ting nong . .

Ditya pressed the bell, the new mistress of the house who welcomed their arrival.

"how are you ?"

"grandmother . ."

Dee hugged the middle-aged woman's body, and they went inside.

"Is he at home mom ?"

Being asked directly to the core, he asked someone he really wanted to meet. He misses, nagging, admiring Ditya looks from the look in his eyes.

A touch of affection for Dee, where the girl is.

"Dit, forgive mom. You should also know . ."

Atikah sighed, preparing a word.

"Zara's gone, she won't stay in this town anymore."

What, why is that. Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight, Ditya could not believe it. Zara did just that, what a wound she had cut.

"Mas Kusuma asked Zara to run a branch pharmacy, all working there."

"where's ma'am ?"

Did not Ditya also have the right to know, why they just quietly let two hearts semaki apart far away.

"Jonica . ."

Why should this city ?

As far as anything, Ditya will pursue. But if he does, his heart remembers Zoya. It was in this town that they spent an unforgettable honeymoon.

"mom, did she say anything before she left ?"

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Hustle and bustle of the streets M is very interesting, no one does not fall in love being there.

Angklung loyal buskers sing a song to encourage tourists.

Being a solace drug, fatigue relief works for the natives.

People are cool to enjoy angkringan, or shopping in the store.

Zara still wants to walk like this, down the sidewalk of a road that never deserted 24 hours.

His feet stopped at a coffee shop near the 0m monument, Zara loved it. He sat down and waited for his order.

Tonight is Sunday night, many young people go out with friends or their girlfriends.

"sweet coffee who's got ?

Yany has a dear miss . ."

The concoction served Vietnamese drip coffee in front of Zara.

"the gold could have been, suwun . ."

Zara began to be busy tasting each of her coffee shavings.

The store was crowded, although the thousand men concocted the man occasionally staring at Zara.

"i'm Hafiz, UNY student. Are you here on vacation or in college ?"

Without awkwardness, Hafiz invited Zara to a chat.

"i moved here, nemenin mbah putri. Masnya my junior dong, I graduated 1 year ago."

Zara did not feel uncomfortable, she even chatted with Hafiz.

"haha no, I take the S2. It was 3 years ago."

Their conversation continued, many of the girls who bought coffee were heartbroken to see their familiarity.

Zara even waited until Hafiz closed the shop.

Hafiz promised to take her home.

As promised, Hafiz piggybacked Zara with his dylan-style motorbike.

The house of Mbah Putri near the hotel @home located on Jalan M.

"thanks yes mas Hafiz, have taken home. Be careful on the road !"

Zara returned Hafiz's helmet, smiling kindly.

"Nav . .

Tomorrow morning I'll pick you up ?"

He looked back and nodded.

Zara put her body in a room with nuances typical of Javanese houses.

He saw a wall clock, almost 1 p.m. He could have stayed that long.

"what are you doing . .?"

Zara murmured, recalling the man who was still loyal to her.

As hard as Zara tried to forget him, Ditya was still the man she liked.

In a charmer griya, sat a man who was still awake until 01:00. His eyes were still lingering due to the intake of a cup of black coffee.

Trying his luck, he called someone's contact.

"hello . ."

Still active, the connection begins to take place. He thinks the girl is asleep, and probably won't answer the phone.

"mas Ditya . . What's up ?"

Ask the girl again, hoping Ditya would say something.

"Nav . .

Why run ? won't we be the same."

A few seconds of silence, Zara did not know what to answer.

"Dee how are you, she's healthy right ?".

Zara switched the conversation, she missed the boy so much. I don't know, they knew early and close Zara thought Dee was like her sister.

"Dee's good, but I'm not Zara. I missed you . ."

Is that really so ? Maybe Ditya positioned Zara as Zoya, or because Dee needed her figure so badly.

Zara refused to respond to Ditya's heart.

"mas, I'm sleepy. Already yes, greetings to Dee."

Zara's phone line is closed, she doesn't want to keep hoping for nothing.

really Zara, I don't want to be late grabbing your hands

Inner Ditya, his life was always filled with regret.

I'm sorry, I don't want to fall too deep. Let time answer everything, I'm just resigned to our destiny