SECOND LOVE
CHAPTER 93
"Mas, he said he wanted a story. What story?" Tanya Nilam started his serious chat, after the atmosphere around him was quiet.
Only the pounding of the waves and the dim light of the crescent moon accompanied the two in that place.
"Nothing. There's nothing interesting in my life that needs to be told, Lam."
"So you don't want a story? It's just right at the boarding house, what?" Nilam felt a little disappointed by Bas's attitude which seemed to be hiding something from him.
Baskara smiled. Gently rubbing shoulder-length hair that is only tied to a small pause. Even many of her children had hair, creeping over the ears of the girl.
Baskara. Unite and rearrange Nilam's jet-black crown.
The girl was silent and did not refuse, letting Baskara do what she wanted to do. Nile's heart pounded faster, but on the other hand there was a wedge that made his mind branch.
The bus pulled Nilam's chin, for their gazes to meet.
The man stared intensely at the face of the girl he loved.
"You know what, Lam? In this world, the one who wants to see his smile every moment is you. Being able to be one of the most meaningful people in your life is the most beautiful gift for you. It seems, whatever problems you face does not mean anything as long as you keep accompanying the steps mas."
"Ck, dreadlocks." Nilam brushed off the hand that was holding his chin.
"It's not a fight, but it's a fact." Assert Baskara, reassuring.
Nilam no longer responded to the words of the man beside him. Although he felt disappointed, but he tried to understand, surely the man had his own reasons why not share his story with him.
Late at night, the blowing wind carried cold air, which slowly pierced the skin. At the far end of the sky, a flash of light flashed indicating the weather was about to change.
"It's gonna rain soon." Baskara Gumam.
"We're back, ma'am." Sahut Nilam responding to the murmur Bas.
The girl has risen. For some reason, his mood suddenly changed.
There was a feeling he could not describe. Feeling untrustworthy and not considered by Baskara. Though his common sense has reminded, if it is natural. Trying to give understanding to his ego, but prejudice, still reaches his heart.
"We find food first yes," invite Baskara to rise and follow Nilam who has gone first.
"I'm not hungry yet, ma'am. If you want to eat, I'll take it." Sahut nilam's.
The bus pulled the girl's hand. His sharp gaze seemed to penetrate the heart of Nilam, so that the girl's pounding can feel.
Very inversely proportional to his sharp gaze, the voice of the man was laden with hurt and sadness.
Nilam could feel that sadness. The girl who did have a sensitive heart, without feeling a tear saw the fragility of the man in front of her.
"Sorry, I don't mean to make the bus sad. I only wish I could share not only happiness, but also sadness with me. I just wish I could be the friend I'd be looking for, not just when I laugh but when I need a back up."
"Mas even wants to make you a friend of life, Nilam. It's not someone you should be looking for when all those flavors come your way. But someone who is a witness to all the life journey that you pass. It's just that right now, you have to be solid, in order to be worthy of being a companion and a guard to you."
"Mas worthy, very worthy with all the less and more that mas have today. Don't be so perfect, for I too am so much flawed and reproachful. Just complete all my brackets, and I will cover all your lack, mas" said Nilam quickly.
A smile was etched on Baskara's lips. Nilam's answer just now, is a sign that the girl can accept him, as a figure chosen by her parents to be her life companion later.
Bas rubbed Nilam's face gently. The girl did not refuse the touch of her hand. Precisely the eyes of Nilam closed, enjoying a handkerchief that gently rubbed his white cheeks.
"Thank you. Thank you for accepting the mas with all its shortcomings."
"As long as it's not a betrayal, let's both learn to understand each other" Nilam said, opening his eyes.
The girl had to look up, in order to see those dark eyes that were always staring gently at her.
Baskara nodded, agreeing with what the girl said.
Drizzle slowly down, as if to witness the expression of the hearts of two people who are binding a promise.
I don't know who started it, two chewy objects interlocked exchanging saliva. Both of them enjoy the union of love they live. Kissmann which is not based on lust, but a form of expression of affection and emotional upset that they have been quieting.
Nilam's tiny fingers, squeezing Baskara's waist, as he nearly ran out of breath. Baskara rubbed off the rest of her Saliva, which was imprinted around Nilam's lips.
When the link was released, Nilam became misbehaved. He couldn't even lift his head because he was ashamed. Realize that,
Baskara grabbed the body of her lover and carried her into the arms.
"From today on and forever, Nilam Meira belongs to Baskara. And vice versa, mas is yours." Baskara hugged her girl tightly.
Nilam did not protest Baskara's remarks. He only reacted by tightening the winding of his hand on the waist of the lover.
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