Sekar (The Owner of Hearts)

Be married?

Vast

Currently she is still wrapped in a blanket, after successfully making her body half plain, Harsa chose to stop the heat action, then finish herself in the bathroom.

"Never wear clothes again? Still less?" moda Harsa who has come out of the bathroom only wears a boxer.

His hands clasped tightly onto the thick blanket to cover his body,

"Mas, I didn't bring a change of clothes here. I borrowed your t-shirt." he asked with a glassy face.

Harsa approached him, though,

"How is this? I love it when you sleep with me in a dress like this." said Hara, winking one eye.

"Basic me sum! No ahh, I borrowed a gold shirt. It could be dangerous if I wear a gini all night." he made Harsa laugh out loud, then stepped foot to pick up one of the t-shirts in the closet.

After he put on the shirt, he looked at the large mirror located beside the bed. The shirt can only cover half of her thighs.

"It's the same if the gini, remains dangerous." his mind while grunting softly.

"It's hot, right? So do not wear them all." said Harsa who also looked at him.

He quickly pulled out the thick blanket and covered his body. The man chuckled and crawled up to the bed, laying down beside him.

Harsa half lay on a pile of pillows and saw a cellphone that had been neglected during their hot activities earlier.

"Tomorrow we go to Semarang, keep two more weeks we also go to Yogya." Harsa's speech made him look up the head.

"What is the show in Yogya?"

"My best friend got married, my younger sister High School used to be in Bali. It's a long time we haven't met, 5 years." replied Harsa with eyes still staring at the flat screen, then chuckled to himself.

"Why are you?" inquiringly.

"No, my best friend is called Genta, he finally married the same girl he had liked from the time he was a toddler."

His face immediately frowned,

"Room? Is your toddler in love?"

"He doesn't know when he likes it, but they know it from the time of infancy. So their parents were right from college, ehh lha kok Genta same Prisha even like each other." Harsa's story makes him smile.

"Funny yes, it can be" he said.

Harsa nodded her head,

"When the Genta who likes a lot, he also changed the girl how many times, can not be counted mah fingers. But his love remains with Prisha."

"Kaya' mas dong? How many women are changed? Hmm...?! Until he had to borrow his finger people to count." sloppily, immediately made Harsa glance at him.

"Yes the name is also a man, the more wandering the more knowledge." replied Harsa with great confidence.

Then the man got out of bed and opened the suitcase, then took a paper bag from a famous brand in black white.

He got up from his position and opened the gift of Harsa. At first he only wanted to open up to the box, but Harsa asked him to open up to the inside of the bag.

His eyes looked at one small box of black velvet.

"Open dong." pinta Harsa with a shady look.

His lips were gaping as he looked at the ring with one large diamond.

"Maa.aas.." he said stammeringly.

Harsa took the ring and pinned it on her ring finger.

"Take care of yourself and your heart for me. Everything in you is mine. And I don't want to share with anyone."

Harsa's request instantly made her body still, her eyes glazed over, she immediately hugged Harsa tightly.

"I want us to get married soon, but you are still in college, still have a responsibility." added Harsa again, he immediately raised his head.

"If you don't move on to the national level how? Is that one of your dreams too?" harsa asked this time by looking into his eyes fixed, as if looking for honesty from his eyes.

His lips are smiling,

"Actually I joined the tour ambassador not because of my dreams, because I wanted to prove to you back then that I could. I had a past that traumatized me." this time he wanted to be honest and open to Harsa, the man who stole his heart.

"I mean..?" Harsa squinted at him.

"This is machined first yes, expensive bags are afraid of being damaged. Later I was told to nyicil instead." he muttered while rearranging the black bag into the box, while Harsa just chuckled.

He rests next to Harsa, and tries to tell her about his past.

"I grew up in a broken family. Actually my father was also a businessman in Surabaya mas. When I was in elementary school, my dad cheated on her with his secretary until she got pregnant. And ever since you cheated, you've always fought with your mom, even to the point of flirting with you in front of my own eyes."

"Until the end the father really went away from the mother, without divorcing the mother. Mama went back to Semarang, chose to be a single parent. But your health continues to decline since being diagnosed with uterine cancer. And finally died when I was in 2nd grade High School." her tears started to pool in her eyes.

He sighed, and one drop of his tears finally escaped,

"When I was in school, almost every night I always had nightmares about the violence my father was doing and only recovered since I started going to college. Either because of my busyness or what, but long lost the dream."

"I was traumatized by the words of my father who always said that my mother could not do anything, just being a housewife who could not independently make money. Since then I've always thought that I should be able to stand on my own without asking for help from my father, even though my mother was already dead."

Harsa

His arms immediately grabbed Sekar's body into his arms. Indeed, he did not expect the life of Sekar was very strange and painful when he was very young.

The woman was still sobbing as if she had a feeling of tightness in the chest that had long been soaked.

"You have me now, we're all living together. I will protect you" he said, stroking Sekar's back, which was still shaking.

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