Secrets of the Former (Love Left Behind)

Thirty

"My past means absolutely nothing now."

Nevan freezes. For a moment his gaze seemed empty, then he turned his rough body and stepped quickly out of it.

His gaze crossed sharply at a black Ferrari parked in the courtyard. An old man had just closed the door for Gantari, then moved around the car to get in from the other door.

Nevan opened the door again with a hardened expression, until the young grandfather looked at her in shock. His hand he stretched inward, then quickly grabbed Gantari's left wrist and pulled her out.

"Do you want what?" yell out Young grandpa.

Nevan doesn't care. He still pulls Gantari who is still trying to escape.

"Sir!"

Again Nevan doesn't care. He continues to pull Gantari towards his car with wide strides, though Gantari repeatedly chants his name.

"Nevan, loose!"

Still same.

"Dion!"

The grip finally came off with a single jolt. Gantari's breath hunts. His eyes glinted in anger.

"You crazy?"

Nevan halted his steps and returned Gantari's sharp gaze.

"You remember my name, apparently," he said coldly.

Gantari did not reply, Nevan had opened the car door and pushed Gantari in. Then put a forced safety belt on Gantari, then come in from the steering door.

The young grandfather looked at him from afar. His feet did not move a step from his car. Evidence that he did not intend to stop Nevan from taking away his grandson, Gantari.

Nevan drives her car at a speed that can make passengers scream hysterically. His jaw was clenched hard with a dark look of eyes staring at the streets.

He only started to reduce his speed when he saw Gantari clutching his seatbelt tightly.

Unknowingly Gantari heaved a sigh of relief because the speed of the vehicle had started to normal. His grip on the seat belt also began to loosen.

No one has spoken since the attraction incident. The car Nevan was driving was also just driving around in an uncertain direction.

Gantari decided to start first, so he cleared his throat. "If no one wants to talk, I'll just go down here" he said.

"Not to threaten." Nevan glanced for a moment, then focused again on the wheel.

"Which part is threatened?" muttered Gantari, then grunted many times, then threw a glance out the window.

Nevan glanced again. He heard it, but chose not to respond and they went back into silence.

"Where do you want me to take you?" ask Nevan at last.

Gantari looked inexhaustible.

"You're making the misunderstanding bigger."

"I don't want to be delivered" replied Gantari coldly.

Nevan breathed deeply. It's like trying to increase the limit of patience. "I'm trying to hold back. So, please..," Nevan did not intend to continue her words, she turned her head again and this time her gaze looked desperate.

"Home home" replied Gantari quickly. His gaze shifted forward. No emotion was shown on his face.

The return that Gantari meant was understood by Nevan correctly. So he turned his car into an alley that was very familiar to him a few years ago.

The alley they were passing through was getting narrower, so the car he parked there. He was about to open the door, but was undo when he saw Gantari staring straight ahead. Look at the narrow alley that will take him home first. The only house left by his late father and also... Her mother's.

Nevan knows Gantari's mind is still floating. So he cleared his throat, then called his name.

"Dihyan?"

Gantari jerking. He turned to Nevan with a hunting breath. He came back here, but alone. There was thin water enveloping his coffee black eyeball, yet he hurriedly opened the door before its frail side took control.

Gantari stepped down the alley, where she passed herself as a child. The mossy walls he touched with his fingertips while continuing to move forward.

In the past, his father always took him through this road so that little Gantari did not run. In the past, her mother hummed a little while holding her other hand. Everything feels beautiful when the word used to be mentioned.

Behind, Nevan follows. Whether Gantari is aware or does not care, which is clear now they have arrived at the Gantari family home with the lights that have been lit.

Small house. There are only two bedrooms and one bathroom. The terrace is made roomy, for a rubber band Gantari playground with friends. The yard is overgrown with grass with rows of shelves surrounding the terrace crowded by pots containing various kinds of flowers. Her mother is a plant lover, a flower lover and her father knows that.

All the memories come back tempting to remember. However, Ms. Fatimah, Gantari's neighbor interrupted her daydream.

"Yes Allah. Dihyan's?" Ms. Fatimah slightly moved closer to Gantari, then hugged her tightly. "How are you, Neng?"

Gantari smiled as a hug was released, then replied kindly, "Alhamdulillah. It's good to see you again."

I don't know what she remembered, but suddenly Ms. Fatimah shed tears. He immediately rubbed it quickly did not want to add to Gantari's sadness.

"Mommy's done house every day. Plants are also mother flush. In accordance with the wishes, Neng," he explained excitedly.

Gantari.

"Just a minute, I'll take the keys." Ms. Fatimah ran into her house a little and soon came out with the key she had just said.

He immediately opened the door of Gantari's house and right .. his house is still as it used to be when it was still occupied. No things move. Suddenly her tears came down again, but soon she.

While accompanying Gantari to look around, Ms. Fatimah said again, "The money Neng sent did not use all. Some of the mother used, some of the mother saved for Neng," he explained, "Mom had waited for Neng Dihyan to come home for a long time," he continued almost crying again.

Gantari looked at Fatimah Haru. His neighbor has always been kind to him and his family before, even now.

"That money is for Mom, indeed" said Gantari while smiling warmly. "Dihyan thank you very much, Ms. Fatimah wants to clean the house of Dihyan even though she has been left for a long time" he continued.

Fatimah's mother shook her head. "Mother Neng is good as mom. The late father also. Si Anwar at school, mom bought sewing machine. Mother will not be able to pay it, Neng," Fatimah sniffled, then grabbed Gantari into her arms.

The door is closed again. Gantari was in his parents' room praying, continued teaching, while Bu Fatimah had returned to her own home after making sure Gantari no longer needed her help.

There's Nevan outside. Was staring at the house he had also lived in with Gantari and the mother, although not for long.

Nevan just wants to make sure Gantari's here and never disappears again. He doesn't know what's going to happen next. He also did not know whether his actions today were right or not, but one thing he knew, he did not want to regret anymore.