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"Consider, An! Think carefully!" Say Candra when the car has arrived at Anara's boarding page.

The man was still questioning about his intention to immediately marry his lover, his fear was mounting. Although between Anara and Bryan different beliefs. Who knows how it will go ahead? Many converts in this country were originally due to romance stories.

"Your parents know what you're doing?"

Candra shook her head, "it's easy. They'll agree."

"Marriage is not only marriage between two people, but also two families. You don't over-complicate this," said Anara seriously.

"I'm waiting for you to say if I tell my family, but you don't want to?" Gulp Candra.

"My script isn't finished yet, Candra. Just a little while."

"That could go on, An."

"I thought about it" said Anara.

It's free to argue with Candra. He better give up first so that the atmosphere is calmer. It's just Candra's feelings that are too calculated if Bryan puts a taste in Anara.

"You be careful when you get home!"

"No goodbye kiss?"

"There's usually nothing, right?"

Candra brought her face closer to Anara, her hands cupped her two cheeks, kisses on the tops of her head, right and left cheeks, and a lightning kiss on her lips.

"From now on, so."

"Yes, I got off" Anara said, opening the car door and exiting.

After waving each other, Candra's car slowly left the boarding house. Anara went inside immediately. It was getting darker, indicating the night was coming.

After cleansing her body, Anara felt much better. His messy thoughts began to reorganize. A hard day remembering the details of today.

It was a cold Sunday night, though it didn't rain somehow the weather was so bone-chilling.

Tok .. tok .. sound of the door being knocked.

Definitely Hartik.

Anara had told her best friend that she would get to boarding before magrib. Now it was past magrib, like a normal day. These hours will both come out looking for breakfast, fried rice, or whatever for dinner.

"Come, Tik!" Take Anara after opening the door.

"Kok in? Let's get breakfast!"

"Eh, what breakfast. Find a meal," Hartik errs on his own words.

"I'm going out, Tik."

"Why? Thesis?" Ask Hartik.

Anara shook her head, "Candra."

"Why again? Isn't it better?"

"Also Bryan."

"Bryan?" Hartik put on a look of wonder. Anara nodded slowly.

"What the hell is it? Candra, Kok Bryan everything," said Hartik.

"I want a story. But, now I'm laper, Tik."

"Yes, An. Let's go get some food!"

"Ish, spelled out again males out. We'll make it yuk!" Anara Tawar.

"May, but tell a story! I'm curious."

"Yes." Yeah."

Both went down to the kitchen. Compact makes instant noodles that eventually become a dinner menu. After finishing cleaning the cookware, Anara and Hartik brought their respective bowls back upstairs, to Anara's room.

"In my room it was delicious. Cold-cold how it is, if under the sultry," said Anara.

"Yes, it's good to eat noodles" Hartik added.

The two hurried up one by one the stairs to Anara's room. Start enjoying those long fruiting curly-bent foods.

"So, how's the story?" Hartik asked while chewing.

"You know, Tik. Candra is again blindly jealous of Bryan," Anara begins the story.

"Huh? How can?" Hartik.

"So gini the story," explained Anara.

Hartik listened to Anara's story solemnly. Didn't feel the story wasn't over until the noodles in the toilet bowl. Hartik still nods to understand the digest of each story Anara.

"I think he's our cake, Hartik."

"Ampuuumed. Where are you, Neng?"

"When yes, not necessarily the woman Bryan meant was me, but Candra was sure it was me. Doesn't make sense, does it?"

"People are jealous, they like to be irrational."

"But I'm curious, if that's really you, what?" Imbuh Hartik was curious.

"What's the matter? It's obvious, how can religion be different?"

"That means it's religious?"

"Oh my goodness, Tik. What is the macem question? Not to dinego that one thing," concluded Anara brought her bowl out of the room.

Hartik walked after Anara while asking, "have a look, An. If Bryan becomes a convert for example. Which would you prefer?"

"Heh, crazy. Why would you want that one?"

"Jawab aja kaliiiiiii," urged Hartik impatiently.

"I don't know, Bryan's nice and gentle too."

"Aiiiiih, apparently so," Hartik teases his best friend and is greeted with an ilfeel gaze by Anara.

*****

The night is getting late and quiet. Anara still refuses to shut down. Her net caught Bryan's black bomber jacket he had brought her with him sometime ago. The jacket that was hung behind the door and covered by her clothes pulled Anara to get up.

Oh, my God, forgetting hasn't been reversed. He also does not want to.

Anara touches the black jacket that still emits the scent of the man's perfume, returning a memory piece of the night while the two are enjoying the glutinous in Batu. Accompanied by the story of the relationship between Anara and Candra.

If it's true that the woman Bryan likes is me, then all this time?

Anara rushed to open the bag she was carrying this afternoon. Looking for the white envelope Bryan gave her.

"I'm curious about the contents, Yan."

"Sorry, I can't keep an appointment to open this envelope later when graduation," said Anara monologue.

Slowly Anara opened the white envelope. As fast as his finger opens, still created a tear on the mark of the adhesion. His heart could not wait to open the paper filled with writing on both sides.

"This is my writing, yes Tuhaaaan," Anara shut her mouth in disbelief.

Anara turned the letter around and looked at the other side of the paper, her heart getting sicker seeing what was there. A letter from an Aron.

Hi Swari

I remembered your name back when I visited Kediri. Sure enough, you're the one, Anara.

Thank you for writing this letter, maybe a fad to fulfill the duties of ospek from us, the committee, which sometimes makes no sense.

But, from the beginning I received this envelope of yours. I'm happy, you're the same person even now.

Still the same girl, like when you accidentally bumped into me in a hurry to leave ospek.

Yes, Anara. I am Aron, the gondrong whom you once sent a letter through your ospek committee, as the duty of ospek whom I am grateful for.

Maybe you don't really remember my face. But, I'm interested in every word in your letter. Since that day I have been following you.

However, I was already heartbroken before even approaching you. You were my first love and my first heartbreak.

I saw you enter the Mushala at that time, I buried my thoughts, my desires and my race.

Different beliefs why is it so painful, An?

But it hurts even more. When I found out it was Candralah who became your lover. If I may say so, my heart is broken into pieces and scattered into crumbs.

If my miss is still for you, then,

How long should I wait, An?

Let me just be honest, Anara Reswari,

The more I forced myself to forget, the more your face and your laughter came to drive me crazy.

If only I could betray God,

You're the reason.

Aron Bryan Wijaya's

"Yes Tuhaaan," Anara cupped her face.

Slowly her net let out tears without being asked, her heart ached from hurting the man.

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