Steps Connect

Loveworks

Anara was lying in her room when the phone rang. With the rest of his spirit, his hand was forced to grab a cellphone that had not been touched.

Candra. This time Anara did not want to stall the problem of the two became more complicated. As Hartik said and also appropriate wejangan Bryan. Finally, Anara pressed the green button.

"Near." Candra's voice sounded relieved from across there.

"Hmm." Anara only muttered to let her know if she heard.

"I'd like to see you, An."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Tomorrow I'll pick you up. 7 A.m."

"Where?"

"out. We're talking outside."

"Yes." Yeah." Said Anara briefly, then the connection was closed.

Anara put herself back in bed. His mind is upset .. on one hand his love is still so big, but on the other hand his disappointment is also no less big.

Tomorrow if he apologizes again, what should I do?

Anara was busy with the debate between her heart and her own mind. Considering Bryan's input .. the ego should not exceed the magnitude of love, it will make him regret. However, if forgiven is not impossible Candra will repeat other lies.

The thoughts that continued everywhere, plus the uneasy feeling finally brought Anara to close her eyes. His mind was tired of having to think about the complicated romance he had caused himself. If only he was big enough to forgive.

"God. I'm asleep." Speak twilight when his eyes are open.

His eyes were staring at the wall clock in his room. At 02:00 in the morning. It is fitting that the atmosphere is so quiet and quiet. The release of Bryan's jacket that still adheres to his body.

Huh ... Anara threw her breath rough. It was as if together he wanted to throw away the problems of his life. That's his hope at the moment. I want to be calm in completing the script.

Czech ...

The door sounds open. The cold of Malang City is like skinning Anara. His steps quickly headed for the bathroom and returned after his face was fresher washed off the water.

Closing the wooden door again, his hand opened his laptop. In these hours, everyone's brain must feel more diluted. Ideas just flow without being asked. That is what Anara is experiencing.

"Wahai thesis. You can't be as complicated as me and Candra. Easy that!" Pinta Anara on an inanimate object in front of her. He is not crazy, but is animating the role of a final student whose perfume scent is no longer a flower.

Word by word, sentence by sentence, and paragraph one with the other neatly written until finished until chapter three. Incredible energy of heartbreak .. uh energy this morning.

Anara cheered her sweetest smile. His heart was blissful. There are only two more chapters left, but it is precisely those two chapters that will curate his emotions and thoughts.

"I have to sort things out with Candra right away. My brain won't be able to focus together." Said Anara monologue.

He had made up his mind, the next day when the man in the armpit came and apologized again. Then he would give that chance again, a chance for Candra to make up for her lie.

Learn to look to the future. That's what Candra did when she found out about Janu.

Almost two hours of Anara's fingers dancing on top of the laptop button. Now he closed it with a heart of relief. It was as if part of his burden had collapsed from his shoulders.

The sound of dawn began to rub off on each other. It signifies the presence of the dawn that brings the spirit of a new day. Anara grabs her phone and types a message .. for her best friend, Bryan.

Candra asked to see you today. I hope my decision is right!

The short message was sent to Bryan marked tick two. Friends who contributed a little to lie to Anara, but also realized that selfish should not defeat love.

And my little heart still accepts it. The tree of love is still there.

Anara was choosing the clothes she would wear later. He should not look disheveled, demoralized, or even sad. The crying of a few days yesterday was enough. Now he just forgives and starts a new sheet with Candra based on honesty.

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After flushing his body with cold water. Anara wore her black ⅞ cloth pants combined mustard color turtle neck sweater. Her hair was tied low so one to the back. Simple yet so sweet in view.

There was a knock at the door of the room. Of course it's Candra because now the hour hand exactly points to the number 7 in the morning. Anara immediately grabbed her black sling bag and put on her flatshoes.

The door opened perfectly and displayed the face of the man she still loved. Netra the man in front of her stared straight, in, and deep into Anara's bead of eyes. Then, pull the woman into the deck.

I miss you so much, An. Please, just let it be like this for a second!

Anara simply responded to Candra's embrace in silence. His hands did not welcome the embrace, nor did they take it off. He was just silently trying to understand what the man in front of him was doing.

"I'm a whim, An. You want to pick up my phone semalem."

"Yes." Yeah." Anara's tongue still felt faint to answer Candra's sentence.

"More you're not as cold as yesterday. I'm a grin." Candra hugged Anara again.

"Where are you going?"

"Well?" Of course Anara was surprised not to play. Sorry hasn't come out of her lips yet, but the man in front of her wants to take her home.

What the fuck?

"Now I'm going to ask you to your parents." Said Candra with her serious face. He really does not want to lose.

While Anara was in disbelief. His heart was happy to hear Candra's words, but at the same time confused. It's easy for a man with a neat sideburn to come back saying the word 'to ask you'.

"Huh? Ngawur you." Sergey Anara.

"I'm serious, An."

"I think you're here to explain everything."

"So you want to hear my explanation?" Ask Candra with a happy look.

Anara who felt that she got a boomerang from her own words was only able to remain still and roll her eyes lazily.

"Yes." Yeah." Anara finally said.

"Yes already. Follow me!" Candra pulled Anara's hand to follow her. Anara really followed where Candra was taking her.

...Forgive me for painting the wound...

...It makes you sad to invite tears...

...Love is okay you're angry...

...But one I ask you not to use us...

...Ii'm sorry...

...Ii'm sorry...

...Ii'm sorry...

The song D'Bagindas melodious sound from the Candra car audio. But the silent verse is like a symbol that slices the hearts of both listeners. The lyrics insinuate Candra. Anara threw her eyes out. While Candra finally turned off the music.

"Why turned off?" Ask Anara.

"I don't want to ruin your mood."

"In fact, it adds to my mood, the deeper the pain that you have incited." Reply Anara without looking at Candra.

Jagama .. is still going on.

"I'm sorry, An."

"How should I let an apology slip from your lips?" Candra again.

"I'm not sure if you really love me."

"I said I'd ask you to go to your parents directly."

"It's not about asking for blessing. But about surein my heart .. if I'm not your escape from your ex."

"Gosh my god." Candra scooped her face.

"I'm confused, An. How to say it. I love you, not because of her." Imbuh Candra with an almost inaudible voice.

The man had completely run out of ways to convince Anara.

"I'm afraid there's another lie you haven't told, which might surprise me more than this."

"Nothing. This is the only secret there is. There is nothing and will never be again."

"Tell?"

"Oath to Bryan who stopped being a playboy."

"I'm serious."

"I'm serious too, An. Do I have to swear poc*ng?" Challenge Candra.

"Your mouth!" Anger Anara. Candra grunted disappointedly.

"I'll try to believe."

Candra widened her eyes, sparkling with the flowers of love around her.

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