Secrets of the Former (Love Left Behind)

Fifty Two

"Gean ... Gantari! How can you be here?"

Fikri pointed his index finger at Gantari with his eyes almost dislodged so wide, then turned to Nevan and returned to Gantari again.

Not long after his confusion, Nevan had already hooked his hand to Fikri's neck and dragged him near the sofa.

Fikri immediately let go of Nevan's hand. He still needs an explanation.

"You are the enemy, you can .." said Fikri with the face of Fikri not relaxed.

Fikri's confusion for a moment only Nevan retorted with both shoulders lifted.

"Who came to my girlfriend's house?"

Duars!

Lightning snatched, just in Fikri's head of course.

"Ma ... A boyfriend?"

"Lo want a drink? I'm good again, this." Nevan moved to the refrigerator after seeing Fikri nod with a blank look.

"Daughter?" repeated again.

Jesus, Fikri. Long time ago, move on. Pantes by single.

"Yes. Get my girlfriend. Look out you are still flirtatious with him," pressed Nevan while giving a glass of drink to his friend who is still in acute shock.

Fikri grabbed it quickly, then down to the toilet. He needed to focus in order to digest this fuzzy news.

"But you know, Gantari is my inceran," said Fikri still limp.

Dugm!

Okay, the anarchist scene will always be there if Nevan is with Fikri because now Fikri's arm is already bonyok punched Nevan.

"Gue seriously," Fikri insisted unconcernedly. He stared at Gantari who was still standing clumsy. Suddenly fond memories with Gantari in Semarang appeared in the head of Fikri, also a beautiful memory in. That's all.

Fikri's heart hurts. He closed his eyes firmly as Nevan shifted his body in order to stand right in front of Gantari, as if deliberately blocking Fikri's deep gaze at her silent love, Gantari.

You Playboy boss capp lidi!

Just yesterday he was wading his ex-wife, but now his own friend's gebeten is being gilded as well Fikri wrote in his heart.

Nevan turned her head to Gantari who was standing behind her, then said softly, "You go to my room first, yes. It's not safe here, Dihyan."

Gantari can only grimace. He was confused by this awkward situation. What exactly is wrong? Did they sin until they felt like they were caught like this?

After talking to Gantari, Nevan turned to Fikri who apparently now glared again.

"Dihyan?" ask Fikri in disbelief. "Loe said Dihyan?" repeated again.

Nevan nodded. "He's Dihyan, isn't he?"

Fikri's legs suddenly limp. He sat in Nevan's velvet chair. Unable to accept the harsh reality.

Gantari Dihyan Irawan's

Gantari DIHYAN Irawan

Fikri chalked up Gantari's full name over and over again. His heart is getting sick.

"Lo never said, breng ...." Fikri held back her words, then changed her own hair.

"Times, anyway?" reply Nevan lightly, then he stepped up and sat on the sofa, after pulling Gantari's hand to sit next to him.

The scene did not escape Fikri's observation. He had glanced sharply, super sharp, then scorned. Making Nevan turn her head and kick Fikri's leg with an amused smile.

"Udah, really. Hastag rejected. Point."

After waiting long enough to catch his breath, Fikri finally spoke again, "Continue saying, how do you tell Gantari to cooperate with your arch-enemy?"

Fikri looked at Nevan straight. He was not able to look at Gantari for the sake of setting his heart. Meanwhile, the one who asked his face had started to get serious. To be honest, he also did not like Gantari working with Angkasa.

"There's mission. Soon Ang will also know what the purpose of Gantari work there," explained Nevan, then hold Gantari's hand.

"Please your hands!" sergeant Fikri was quick, then he continued after Gantari let go of her hand despite Nevan's frowning. "What mission?"

"Secret" whispered Nevan.

"Why can Space be your enemy, anyway, Dion?"

Gantari's question makes Fikri not so go after Nevan with questions about the mission and again he seems to get new evidence if Gantari is indeed Dihyan from the way he called Nevan's name.

Fikri lowered his head in a doldrums.

"It seems, you also know very well Angkasa huh, Fik?"

The deg!

Fikri's defense was destroyed again just by hearing Gantari say his name.

"Know. He's a friend ...." Fikri did not continue his words. He glanced at Nevan. His voice had changed, now there was a look of gloating that he gave to a friend since his childhood.

"We're both doing therapy at the same psychiatrist." It was precisely Nevan who continued Fikri's speech just now. Although it looks ordinary, but there is a bitter tone there.

Gantari's replacement, who held Nevan's hand, turned Nevan, then made a smile. This time Fikri. He was willing to see the romance in front of him because Nevan needed it.

"He was so after his mother died and his fatality, he was convinced that he was the cause of his mother's death" Nevan explained.

"What did his mother die of?" ask Gantari carefully.

"Kill yourself."

Gantari. Losing her mother figure alone has made her like being hit by a tsunami wave, what else is the cause of the loss. Gantari did not dare to imagine it.

"Because we feel we are on the same common thread, we become a place for various stories. We were also given anti-depressant drugs for four months in a row, if the development is good then the drug can be reduced sausage. If not ...." Nevan turned to Gantari, then continued, "Must be treated. And that time Ang had to be treated."

When returning Nevan's gaze just now, Gantari can feel the darkness of the time and he is the cause of Nevan experience it.

"And Ang hates me for feeling like I left him" Nevan said.

If only there were no Fikri, Gantari would have been hugging Nevan tightly. He missed this bitter story. He let Nevan through on her own.

"The world's narrow, isn't it, Dihyan?" Nevan looked again. Stabbing Gantari's honey-brown eye bead with her pitch-black bead.

"For example, after a long time I was recruited to work in the Angkasa family company and replace Ang's position, so he was in depak." Nevan breathed deeply. "Two times, he felt I threw it away" Nevan continued.

"But meeting you again is something I'm grateful for, Dihyan," Nevan said earnestly, then slowly pulled Gantari into his arms. Keeps warm.

Fikri. He was not ready to see the scene.

"Where is he not kicked? Make a mulu troublemaker. His father also ogah time had a child like him," said Fikri suddenly.

Hearing Fikri's rant made them release a hug, then Nevan smiled slanted. "Lo believe me?"

"Absolutely! I've seen you mesraan mulu." Fikri got up, then stepped quickly towards the exit.

"Eh! Seblak Teteh how are you?" shout Nevan.

"Make lo. Seblak Teteh, right, Lo subscription," Fikri replied a little shouting, without intending to turn his head and stop the step.

Fikri actually faster to move his feet outside the house while chuckling satisfied because it had succeeded in splashing fire.

Nevan gulped his saliva heavily. Slowly he turned to Gantari who must have been glaring sharply at him.

Fikri kinky shit, Nevan ruk in heart.