Steps Connect

Promises

"Yes already. Go home!" Candra turned around and left Anara still glued to her back.

The man did not say much, now his focus is a little shifted to the preparation of tomorrow's event which is almost completed. A few minutes later, he looked at Anara's last place. There was no one, the woman really came home.

"Kok Anara come home first, mas?" Hartik's shrill voice stopped him from any activity.

"Yes." Yeah."

Da? Short, solid, and not very clear. I mean, why did Anara come home first? How can you not wait for me?

"Why is it?"

A moment later, Candra's gaze turned full of investigation to Anaranya's friend.

"Know Janu?"

Duh, Kaaan Anara's. Should I answer what this is your girlfriend??

"No, no, mas. Just look at it."

"Who is he?"

"Anara High School Team."

"Over yesterday to find him?"

"Si .. Who is mas?" Hartik looks nervous not playing. How does this story tell Candra that they both met? Whereof? Although Hartik does not really know Candra, but Hartik can feel that he is intimidating.

"Anara is Janu."

"I don't know, yesterday they were just two. We go find souvenirs."

Baguuuus Hartik, just tell me everything! Why is your mouth so hard?

"We?"

"Yes, I'm the same with Anara the others go to see them."

Candra's eye gaze grew tapering with many questions raging in mind. While Hartik began to look down realized what was said would be long-tail.

But, how else? He was being asked and had to answer before the lion in front of him tore down the prey.

"Why be left?"

O Allah .. What answer should I tell this man in full search?

"Anu. That's."

"Speak clearly!!!" Candra's voice was getting higher making Hartik shudder in horror.

In a cornered position and having no scenario answer to the burning man's question in front of him, everything that came out of Hartik's mouth was unfiltered. Purely according to the facts of the incident without added other spices.

At first glance Hartik ventured to look at the look on the man's face in front of him, his jaw hardened and his eyes lit fire.

Angry for sure. Oh Lord Anara sorry ....

"So this is the reason Anara insisted on Jogja." The man smiled mirisingly re-imagining how his woman was enveloped in happy feelings on the day of departure to Jogja, meeting the damned man turned out. How dare you Anara.

"I don't know the mas. I'll go home first." The lightning-fast hart twisted his body and hastily passed leaving the faculty lobby.

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As far as Hartik is concerned, Candra's mind is no longer in the faculty lobby. The shadow of Anara and the damned man just kept running around in his brain, his mind running everywhere.

Damnit. So, this was the reason why he liked Jogja so much.

The preparation that happened to be almost complete made him step away from the campus after he said there was a sudden affair with Bryan.

Just before his feet came out of the literature building. He reached into his mobile phone vibrating when he spoke with Hartik earlier, his eyes found one missed call from Anara on his phone screen, his heart was still too hot considering the lies that the woman was doing.

The motorbike he was carrying was not heading towards his home in Kusuma Estate. Instead of heading to the UB sport center, this is a sudden affair that he said to his best friend, Bryan.

Wreaking his still overflowing emotions on those heavy equipment was a good choice he thought. Really if Janu is in Malang wants to feel like landing a bogem on that damn guy. Why did her first love have to come back?

The motorbike has been parked and his steps rushed into the gym area. In the middle of a hot day like this is actually not the right time to increase muscle mass. In addition to quiet, gym in broad daylight exactly people lack work, mending sleep at home.

Candra reached into her pants pocket picking up the phone that kept vibrating somehow. He wiped his iphone 5s screen that managed to connect him with someone across there.

"What's wrong?"

"Where are you?" The female voice sounded chaotic at once. Candra still refused to answer.

What do you care, An? You even scratched the wound first when I started wanting to give up my heart to the fullest.

"What's wrong?" The sentence was thrown out once again with an intonation as flat as the previous one.

"I'm sorry. I went to college but you're home Bryan said."

"Sorry for what?"

"For that one."

"He's your ex, An?" Finally the sentence that sliced his heart managed to escape from his lips.

Deg ...

"I .. yes." Anara's voice was shaking.

"So this is why you went to Jogja?"

"I can explain, Ndra."

"Yes. But not now." The connection was cut off and Candra immediately headed to where the fitness equipment was located.

The costume used is wrong. There is no intention to visit the gym today, in broad daylight like now. He still with slim fit t-shirts wrapped in navy-white flannel and black jeans subordinates.

After warming up, Candra starts to perform incline biceps bench curl. His concentration was still not centered on the dumbbells he held. His mind was still questioning Anara who bravely went to Jogja to meet the damn man.

Ck ... shit. He continued to swear at the situation. When he wants to close his book with Anjani and start a new life with a woman named Anara, it turns out there are still shadows of first love in his female High School. Depressing.

Forced to continue the next movement, but in fact it even made him filled with a sense of irritation himself. Two hours in that place did not immediately break his heart. Finally he decided to go home and intend to sleep for the rest of the day.

The hour hand that he had the lyrics on his left wrist had almost touched the number three. He drove his 250cc trail at high speed splitting the stretch of highway leading him into the contest.

The scorching light of the sun slowly began to dim, covered by the cloud as a sign of rain would soon break the water of the sky, greet the earth with peace, and leave happy memories to every one who missed it.

Motor Candra has stopped in front of his type 45 house with his nude chocolate shades. His eyes met the eyes of the woman who two hours ago contacted him. The woman already looked messy, whether the dust and whirling wind which made Anara look a little chaotic at this time?

"It's been a while?" Candra took off the helmet and opened the gate. Bryan's not home yet. If her best friend is already at home, Anara is not outside.

"Since my phone call you've been shut down."

"Lake in!" Anara follows Candra's steps exactly as the chick next to the mother.

The door opens and Candra tells Anara to wait, while she puts her second motorbike into the garage.

"It's raining soon. Your bike I put in the garage to be safe." Candra said with a still flat and cold expression.

Within seconds Candra walked into the room undressing the backpack, taking a quick step towards the kitchen, and returning with a glass of water in hand.

"Drink!" She poured water for the woman in front of her.

"I can explain, Ndra." Candra nodded quickly and took a sound.

"Drink first! Must be thirsty two hours waiting." Anara sipped water in a glass to the toilet. What's he thirsty doyan?

The rain started to fall and the smell of the wet earth. Lucky Candra gets home on time. If not, maybe Anara looks more and more stupid under the rain while waiting for the arrival of the man who was muddled by the misunderstanding.

"I didn't go to see him." His eyes were filled with regret and fear, afraid that the man in front of him would not trust him.

"Then?" The short response from Candra further made Anara's heart feel pain.

"My friend invited him to come to the station, on the night of my return from Jogja."

"Then, how long have you been talking to each other?"

"It's still yesterday, Ndra."

"Now? how long will the plan be?" His eyes stared giddily at Anara's bead.

"That's not what I mean ...."

"I don't like it." Candra cut through Anara's unfinished explanation.

"What?"

"Yes you, why are you chatting on the phone with that fucking guy. What's for?"

For a moment the two were silent and busy with their thoughts and feelings. Every now and then there was a rumbling sound and increasingly heavy rain outside.

"I don't like it. When you were mine but still busy with other men." His words were firm without a doubt there.

"And ... when I asked for your phone, why don't you give it to me if there's nothing?"

"There's nothing Candraa between me she's."

"I am a man. Know what men's thoughts are. Where might he want to contact his ex if there's no purpose."

"The goal is yes to cement, Ndra."

"Zorahi."

"You can check the contents!" Anara puts her cell phone on Candra.

I don't know where my common sense is? Though I've erased all ... all without rest. What is in check? Why am I so stupid.

"Ha ha ha, Anara ... Anara of course you removed everything before you dared to see me."

Lucky Candra already has no interest in the flat objects I thrust. But I have no more intentions on Janu. He's buried with a painful past.

That's the memory. Stay beautiful just to be remembered, not repeated.

"So?" Anara tried to find a bright spot on the ending of the per-Janu-an issue today.

"So what?"

"I'm sorry." Candra is still in silent mode a thousand languages.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong .. and bravely related to him. This promise is the first and last time."

"Yes." Yeah."

Da? Yes what? Dimaafin or yes-in my promise?

"Yes what?"

"I'm sorry and keep your promise! If you macem again from me, what?"

"As far as you are. What's it gonna break up?"

"Oh .. So you want to break up?" Candra's brown eyes were already round glaring at Anara.

"No. Yeah, how's it going? I have to answer what try?"

"If I knew that name again, you'd miss Anara." Now Candra's body has been leaning on the sofa and momentarily closed her eyes. His angry aura was no longer there either.

"Why?" Anara shifted her seat closer towards Candra.

"I don't hesitate to punish you." His hand had already pulled Anara into his arms.