Steps Connect

Regretting

"Who is he?" Anara Mumbled.

Take a photo that still blends with the frame. His heart trembled feeling pain in the ulu section. Anara came out accompanied by the drums of war in her heart that was hit too hard.

Candra was still unaware of Anara's presence. The man in the light blue shirt was still busy on the screen. Until Anara's voice cut off Candra's view on the flat object.

"Who is this?" Anara showed me the photo on her right hand.

Like a sudden apocalypse. Candra was stunned as she stared at the photo in her lover's hand. His heart was pounding, shocked by what had happened? Why could?

"Who?" Pekik Anara looked up at Candra who looked confused.

"An. That ... that. Why is it on you?" Candra got up and broke her hair and approached Anara.

"W-what's Candra?" Anara's eyes shone with anger that Candra had never seen before.

The man was still speechless with a regretful, confused look, and somehow became one. Her hand was made to grab Anara's arm, but Anara brushed it off.

"Yes!" Candra Tegur.

"It's not me even though it's very similar." Lirih Anara trembled trying to neutralize her mood, as well as her neutrality.

"Once again. Who's she?" Anara Cecar.

"Ck. Her name is Anjani." Candra finally answered.

Anara cursed herself. The defense collapsed instantly. The tears that were held escaped into the valley of his face.

"My ex-boyfriend." Imbuh Candra makes Anara's heart more painful.

Anara's crying got more and more broken. The lower lip is clenched by the upper lip itself so as not to make a sound. Not expecting the happiness that came just now suddenly incarnated into an incision.

An ex? Why is it so similar to me?

"If you want to know why I keep that photo. Calm down, An! I'll tell you."

"You're asking me to calm down? While I know my boyfriend is secretly still keeping photos of women in his past."

Crazy one! So tega.

"Still in love?" Ketus Anara's.

"He's dead, An."

The description coming out of Candra made Anara aghast. He was bullying people who were gone and it hurt even more.

"Anjani died seven years ago. A single accident in Jogja in 2008 took the lives of the whole family and also himself." Candra was clear with a blank look. There was an implied wound from the man's words.

"I fell deeply that day. Failing to lose my first love. The faithful girl waiting for me to play basketball has come home forever." Netra Candra is so cute.

"Until I finally meet you, An. My heart warmed up again. The nearly four-year-old cloudy slowly changed light ...." Candra grabbed Anara's hand.

"My happiness reaches its peak when you accept me." Candra Imbuh.

"I'm sorry I know you." Anara pulled out her hand.

"Too stupid I accept a guy like you. All this time I've only been an impingement on your loss." Anara wiped away every tear that broke.

His heart was like a thousand knives. Miris remembers everything about them. Why is Candra so cruel?

"I love you, Anara. Not as an impingement."

"You only found your first love to me. If it wasn't for me knowing this picture. I'll be like the stupid ass you tricked."

"Yes!"

"Huh. Your family looked at me questioningly when I first got there. Apparently because of this. It's amazing you guys."

"Who else? Oh, Bryaaan. He must know this too. Great ... Great you."

Anara looks messed up to find the harsh reality tonight. His heartache was even more pronounced when the shadows of Candra's parents, sister, and friends appeared.

Just get them all. No one told me.

"An, sorry if I'm late to explain. But I really love you."

"Are you going to love me if your Anjan is still alive?"

Candra was silent at Anara's question. The woman was angry until her face was red. What Candra had been afraid of all this time turned out to be real.

"Why are you silent? It won't be Candra. I'm just your impingement."

"You're even more of a jerk than Janu." Anara's growl returned the photo she held. Her tears have not stopped.

"Keep well this love of yours!" Ketus Anara opened the door and stepped out.

"Yes!" Candra's hands swiftly blocked Anara. He doesn't want to lose again, enough.

"Ma-afs. I'm sorry I just explained it now. Please, An! Don't do this!"

"I want to go home with Candra." Anara said still a bit.

"I'm sorry, An."

"Deliver!" Slowly Candra took off Anara's hand. His heart was also wounded to see Anara so devastated.

"I'll drive you home!" Tawar Candra held Anara.

On the way to Anara. No voice echoed first. The two men were both silent. Candra occasionally glanced at Anara who was still looking out the window.

How you Candra! You want me to love the sweetness of love. Even I almost surrendered myself willingly, it turned out that this reality was bitter beyond measure.

I'm sorry, An. Got you hurt. I should have told you a long time ago. Now that everything is getting further, of course your wound must be much more gaping.

Wrestling in each other's hearts, it did not feel Candra's car had stopped in the yard of Anara's boarding house. The woman whose net was almost swollen immediately removed the seatbelt and came out without saying a single word from her lips.

Following Anara's horn, Candra whistled following her and restrained the body. But, once again. Anara brushed off Candra, even stronger than before.

"Thank you." Only that word was thrown.

He saw Anara's back until her woman vanished from the eye peluk. Candra's heart is like being squeezed hard. The fear of loss loiter more and more in memory.

With a shunt step, the man still clad in a work suit got into the car. Looking at the nanar to the next seat, then drowning his face in the hand resting on the steering wheel.

Sorry, An.

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Anara who was neat with a white top combined with a bright blue genie was staring at the mirror in her room. Unable to hide, his eyes looked swollen from last night's crying which again came out without excuse.

Today is Anara's schedule of thesis guidance. Fortunately, he had already prepared what to consult in advance. The plan Anara and Hartik will both go to campus after agreeing on the phone earlier.

Anara came down the stairs with the remains of her spirit. Towards Hartik's room which is below. Just before knocking, the wooden door opened displaying Hartik's face there.

Hartik looked at his best friend's face a little long ago, "why are your eyes?"

"Remissing."

"Candra?" Anara nodded.

"Job .. makes me less and less willing to be in a relationship." Hartik Syndic.

Seeing Anara who was just silent, Hartik was a little suspicious. Usually if Hartik had said so, Anara would have responded with dislike, but this time her best friend was completely silent.

"Why the hell, An?" Hartik pulls Anara in and sits on the bedroom bed.

Only a puff of breath was made as regular as possible by Anara. Then, followed by the words ...., "I just found out, if Candra has an ex. Her name is Anjani."

"Then?"

"He's dead, Tik."

"But yesterday, I found a picture of his first love in his house. My heart was broken, instantly."

"I think I've been on the run all along because our faces look alike."

"What am I curious about?"

"It's so similar, Tik. At first I thought it was my picture. But, after I've seen it for longer. It wasn't me and it was."

"Oh my goodness, An. I don't know what to say except to be patient." Hartik patted Anara on the shoulder.

Anara exhaled, "we're going to college!"

After painstakingly removing the motor from the garage that is still full. Upon arrival outside the door, netra Anara found the car that drove her last night was already in the yard.

Seeing Anara, Candra immediately opened the car door and walked towards her lover. His face was dull and his appearance was chaotic. Seeing that, Anara realized that the man did not come home.

"Yes! Follow me!" Pinta Candra's.

"No. I'm busy."

"Come on! Just for a second."

"Come, Tik! Up!" Kill Anara regardless of the man whose appearance is 180° different.

Hartik followed the instructions given by Anara. The veiled woman throws a knotty smile at Candra as her heart aches. The motor drove fast leaving Candra who was still sculpting.

"Yes!"

"Hm."

"You should talk."

"It's not in the mood to talk to a liar."

"Goshoo."

"The problem is faced, An! You're not avoiding this." Imbuh Hartik's.

"Alright, Tik! I'm sorry to talk about this." Sergeh Anara became the cover of that complicated dialogue.

While Candra was just staring at Anara's departure, the man looked chaotic, messy with sleep-deprived eyes.

"Maybe you're still angry. It takes time to be alone." Candra monologue.

His steps back towards the car and left the boarding house with a languorous heart. Regret not following the advice Bryan always gives first. Now, that was useless, his heart only wished for Anara to forgive him.

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