Sister Alea And Mr Crazy

Poor thing

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Alea stopped retreating. Somehow his legs were hard to move when Iqbal stepped closer to him.

"Well, are you here?" aela asked, looking at Iqbal who was already standing before her with a sharp look.

Iqbal smiled broadly. "I was the one who asked you. Why are you crying here? Is it because of me?" asked Iqbal, closely examining Alea's two watery-looking eyeballs.

Alea wiped her tears for a moment, then chuckled. "Ck. Who said it because of you? I cried because I was overwhelmed by the story of the little boy I helped," Alea replied lying.

Though his heart Alea said something else. Iqbal made her cry. Makes him heartbroken. Makes fragile. Makes his hopes unshakable.

It was very desirable for Alea to shout all that in front of Iqbal's face. However, Alea felt that it would be a waste. Free Alea shouted, if the edges Iqbal hurt his heart again by saying do not recognize him.

Enough at the airport alone Iqbal said that hurtful word. In the garden, Alea did not want to hear it anymore. Alea was tired of being hurt by two men. First, his ex-girlfriend, Adit. Second, the man he loved dearly, Iqbal.

Now, Alea would not allow herself to be hurt again by any man. He will be more careful in opening his heart to someone.

"Give me back my jasmine flowers" Alea pinta held out her hand before Iqbal and without looking at the man's face.

"Why should I give it back? I love jasmine flowers anyway" Iqbal said, looking at the jasmine in his hand with a smile.

Hearing Iqbal say that, made Alea so reminded of the figure of Iqbal who used to be. Iqbal was very enthusiastic when he saw jasmine flowers. Iqbal who is always cheerful when given a gift of jasmine flowers. Iqbal often smiles when playing with jasmine flowers.

Alea longed for that kind of figure of Iqbal. The present Iqbal seemed foreign in Alea's eyes.

Alea slowly turned her eyes towards Iqbal. Iqbal's lips formed a wide smile as he looked at the jasmine flowers.

Seeing that, Alea felt, the Iqbal he looked at now was the same Iqbal as before.

"Since when do you like jasmine flowers?" aela asked, looking at Iqbal with two teary eyes.

Iqbal responds with a headband. "I don't know. Maybe since the first time I saw this flower on that bench." Iqbal pointed at the park bench previously occupied by Alea.

"Somehow I feel like there is a special relationship with this flower" Iqbal continued, staring at the jasmine in his hand.

Alea scrunched his forehead. Then he thought for a moment, could Iqbal really not remember who he was? Is that guy amnesia? Is it possible that during his time in Canada, Iqbal had an accident that caused memory loss?

Arghh, Alea was really curious about it. If indeed Iqbal amnesia, it means Alea has misjudged Iqbal who previously thought Iqbal deliberately forgot him.

"Yes, I haven't answered your question. I wanted to take a walk to the park. Usually, if you run out of long trips, I also like to refresh in a cool place. Well, I keep seeing you crying here. I just want you to be the same girl who previously hit me at the airport while crying. Yes, I was just samperin you make me know why you cry, because I had noticed you cry mulu, either at the airport or in the park."

As long as Iqbal spoke widely, Alea just kept silent while looking at Iqbal quite softly. It turns out Iqbal really doesn't remember who he is.

Although Alea's answer had been obtained, but still Alea did not want to see Iqbal's face first. As every Alea saw him, Alea always remembered how the man blatantly did not recognize him in front of everyone.

"Are you done? Go now!" aela's edict forced a flower from Iqbal's hand.

"No. I want to stay here, wondering why you're crying."

Alea patted his forehead. "Mr Iqbal, I explained the reason to you. Now what else? Don't let your image as an artist be damaged just because of me," Alea said a bit sharply.

"Who's that, who's that?" Iqbal asked as he folded his hands in front of his chest.

"Say your manager. Don't pretend you don't know" Alea replied, occasionally staring cynically at Iqbal.

'Not only know each other, but it's very close, ' Alea's mind, slowly closed her eyes, trying to toughen up.

After a few seconds, a young man dressed in contemporary clothes came to Iqbal. "Why are you even here? Come on, let's go. There are still a lot of schedules you have to work on today."

Iqbal agreed.

Iqbal smiled at Alea as a goodbye. After which, he hugged his manager's shoulder and rushed off leaving Alea alone in the park.

"He didn't know the girl before. Then why are you samperin?" ask the manager to Iqbal.

"Emang is not familiar. I just feel sorry to see him cry, I tried to ask him well" replied Iqbal.

Alea silently stared with her empty mind. Because Alea had heard what Iqbal talked to the manager.

'Pity'. One word that although short, but able to make Alea's heart hurt.

Alea dropped the jasmine flower on the ground. After that, he sat down and stared blankly ahead with his two teary eyes.

"Ck." Alea let out a small laugh as she recalled Iqbal's words that were just about loving her.

Unmitigated, Alea immediately vented all her sadness by crying so badly. It turned out that in addition to being hurt, Alea also deserved to be pitied.

'Beneficial to you, Iqbal.'

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Alea entered the house with a very lethargic step. Seeing that, two figures of the house occupants who were in the living room immediately approached him. Likewise with Lisa and Doni who had been waiting for Alea to come home.

"Honey, where did you end up?" mother Alea asked while embracing her daughter's silent shoulders.

"Son Alea's crying, huh?" This time it was Granny Alea who asked after seeing Alea's eyes puffy.

"Lo is patient, yes," said Lisa slowly, then rubbed Alea's back just to calm her friend. Because Lisa already knows what problems faced by Alea at this time, eating she does not want to talk much so that Alea's sadness does not increase.

"Yes, what's wrong with you? There's something bad about you, huh? Try the story to brother Doni, who has been evil to you. Let brother Doni beat his men to a pulp," said Doni firmly while raising his hand to form a fist.

"Who can you?" ask Lisa to Doni.

"Can. What the hell can't do for Alea," replied Doni with his arrogant face.

Mother and Grandma Alea just shook their heads while laughing at the funny behavior of Doni who tried to be brave in protecting Alea.

Meanwhile, Alea who had just been silent, now began to speak up.

"I'm tired. Want to rest" said Alea slowly. After that, he walked straight to his room.

"Yes, let Alea rest first in her room. And you two, don't go home. Because auntie wants to cook for lunch together."

"Okay, aunt."

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