SECOND LOVE
CHAPTERS 144
Hi, I'm coming again. Previously sorry yes, only can continue the story of NilBas, because real-world activities cannot be abandoned. Kindly forgive y the kindhearted readers 😘😘😘
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Nothing is okay, when faced with a breakup. There must be a tightness and pain that forces the intruder to the bottom of the heart. Smile and darken the world for those who live.
After a while of trying, apparently Nilam was unable to persuade his heart to look fine. Every piece of land he poked felt full of piercing thorns, making him grimace in pain. Likewise, the air he breathed, as if oxygen was reluctant to approach him, and instead changed carbon dioxide filled his lungs. Stiff, until it feels like he refuses to breathe.
This farewell was his wish, but it could not be denied if he was hurt by the decision he took.
"When are you going to torture yourself like this, Lam?" ask Amanda to be puffed up. The girl was sitting on a plastic chair, next to Nilam's ignorant machine.
"Two weeks ago you were like a zombie? No pity for your own body? Don't be selfish to be a person!" With an annoyed face that she did not want to hide, Amanda looked at Nilam who was sitting pensively on the front porch of her room.
But as if enjoying his own world, Nilam did not respond to the babble of the friend. He still faithfully hugged his knees, leaning his head against the white-painted concrete pillar behind him.
Amanda, who felt her words back in vain, could only snort angrily as she stomped her feet leaving Nilam alone.
Nilam glanced at the tomboy girl's back, using the tail of her eyes. He had no intention of calling Amanda by name. Letting the friend just swore because he was upset over his attitude. He still wants to enjoy the heartbreak he created himself, by canceling a marriage that is almost 80% complete. He still wanted to immerse in what was really happening to his life at this moment.
Regret her? Might as well. For his heart is so deeply linked to the figure of Baskara. Brown-skinned men, with eyes that nourish the heart that has always been present accompany Nilam's dream. But more than that regret, he felt very guilty to his family. Because of his unilateral decision, the father fell ill.
Undeniably, the steps he took created a estrangement between the two families. And it is certain, Ms. Rahma must have made news that cornered her in their hometown.
"Brake!" Back Amanda's shrill voice greets Nilam's ears. This time by carrying his cell phone which a while ago he was still charging at the table near the bed.
"From earlier also called nyaut nyaut! Hape you sound right!" amanda reached out with her cell phone in her hand.
Nilam received a flat object offered by his friend. Without saying anything, just a glance at Amanda's eyes as an expression of gratitude. He then checked the call history, which turned out to be from the older brother.
Doldrumsily the girl dialed back Surya's number, asking what purpose made her contact him. And Nilam's eyes immediately faded when he heard the words of the father of two children from across the street. Nilam immediately got up, and ran frantically towards his room. Without Nilam noticing her tears dripping endlessly soaked her marble-white cheeks.
"What's up, Lam?" amanda asked, unable to hide her curiosity, when she saw Nilam's panicked face.
