STEVA'S PASSION

Hey,, LIORA!

"Grandfather, how are you?" lirih Steva's.

The grandfather hesitantly replied, watching Steva crouching before him, from head to toe.

"Who are you?" asked the grandfather later as he felt he did not recognize the woman squatting before him.

"Me?" steva's throat seemed choked, his tears flowed, and Razz crouched down to embrace Steva's shoulder, stroking his arm.

"I'm the girl you've been with for a while, the girl her mother left behind?" again, Steva's chest felt very tight when she wanted to say it. Steva's tears were flowing, and Razz was still listening.

"Girl with a brown iris bead!" babble Grandpa.

"Grandfather remember me?" exclaim Steva enthusiastic.

"It only happened once in my life, and I will always remember it!" replied Grandfather who made Steva cry accompanied by an expanding smile.

"You're all grown up, and you've grown so beautiful, is he your husband?" asked the old man while looking at Razz.

Steva nodded a few times, confirming the grandfather's question, Steva rubbed his wet cheek.

"I didn't expect to still be able to meet grandfather here,"

When Steva came to this place he was very small, his hair, beard and beard was still black despite his age of half a century. And maybe now he's 70 years old or even older.

He was a nameless grandfather, he had an accident while about to board the train, no one knows for sure how the story is, he was paralyzed, he was paralyzed, and the woman whose possible wife was with him at the time of the accident had left him, and Grandpa decided to live his life by just sitting in this place without a word, without a purpose, and then he decided to live his life, he just wants his woman back, he's paralyzed, and heartbroken.

He got food from the mother of the stall that became his shelter, he sat down, and slept here. As he was about to go to the public restroom, he would raise his body with the force of his hand, or even suck, his life was over, no one knew what his name was, no one knew what, he is a man who always expects the arrival of his woman.

After listening to their talk for quite a while, Razz knew, a secret that Steva had kept all by herself all this time.

When she was a child, her mother took Steva away from home because of the tantrums from her father, Steva's mother entrusted little Steva to the grandfather who was always sitting in the place.

"I'm taking my son, I can't take care of him anymore!" babble Steva's mother.

The grandfather who was still looking young father, without answering just grasped the hand of little Steva so that the girl did not run after the mother.

"I was only able to hold the hand of a little girl like you back then, but I couldn't hold your mother's hand, she had her own decisions" Grandfather recalled 20 years ago.

"Mother,,,,!" small Steva yelled shrill but almost inaudible because muffled by the sound of the locomotive horn of a train that was speeding very fast.

Steva's mother crashed herself into the body of a speeding train until her body bounced onto the front sidewalk of the store's headquarters with a broken head and her body was drenched in blood. Steva's mother gave up living a life of constant torment.

"Almost every day, there are women who come to that place, women who are broken, women whose hearts are broken, women whose skies are crumbling and whose world seems to be ending, they used to shout when the train was passing by, until the strong screams of the heart were muffled by the rumbling pounding of the car, they came carrying flowers, cakes, and cakes, or just splash water where your mother's body bounced off the train, and then they leave after that. No need to end life to end the problem" said the Grandfather who told Steva, and Razz also listened carefully.

"Your mother's news was quite crowded at that time, national television broadcasts, news on the radio, and newspapers, almost all of the media crew carried the news, he said, and that place became quite famous as the release of emotions of other women who were hurt, they made your mother a lesson" continued the grandfather.

"That's what Grandpa used to tell me, when I cried screaming, Grandpa said, if you don't have to end your life to end the problem, and I always remember it."

They talked for a long time, Razz took out some money, but the grandfather refused, he needed nothing in his life, he was just waiting for the angel to bring his soul. He does not need money or the world.

"There was a widow who fed grandfather every day!" joked the old man who approached Steva's face as he said it, and his hands pointed behind his back, a small wooden food stall.

Steva laughed at the words of the Grandfather calling the woman the owner of the stall nicknamed the widow happy.

They separated, Steva offered to let the grandfather stay with him, but the grandfather refused, he did not need a house, the place he was sitting in was the best place for him. He is a true poet who has completely given up the lust of the world.

The rain fell hard enough to accompany Steva and Razz back home, the car Tan was driving into the city, at most half an hour away from home, and the clock shows at 10 p.m.

"I've only been with you for one day, but I feel like I've been with you since you were a kid, thank you for taking me into your past," said Razz who did not take off his arms from Steva's body while they were still in the car.

Tan, who was driving, received a phone call, and he used a mobile handsfree on his ear.

'*Sreeett*,,,'

Tan stepped on the brakes suddenly, startling Steva and Razz who were sitting in the back seat.

"What's up, Tan?" ask Razz out loud.

Tan had not answered, he looked back, staring deeply at Razz and Steva alternately.

The flash back on.

LIORA POV.

I still enjoy my breakfast alone at the Razz table, though I have no taste, but I do because Gulnora keeps pushy and bothering me.

I hate my situation, there's nothing I can do in this house, this place, this country, I miss my home and my friends abroad, especially I miss Leon, my love, my love, father of my fetus.

Razz and Steva were seen coming down the stairs with a big smile, Steva's hands were spoiled, and really I wasn't jealous even though Razz was my husband, I just hated all these circumstances, why should I suffer? Why should I suffer loss? Why me?

While I had planned everything carefully in order to live happily with Leon, fate said otherwise, God is not fair to me, I was stuck in the third person in a relationship that I created on the basis of play. And I hate being a figurehead.

Razz and Steva go somewhere, I don't care. I really don't care, but when I saw Razz continue to peek spoiled Steva's forehead, my heart suddenly ached? Am I jealous?

No, that's impossible, why should I be jealous? Why am I jealous? I didn't love Razz, but my heart grew sore when I saw Razz linking his lips to Steva's lips even though it was only short as they walked out of the living room.

I got out of the house, accompanied by two bodyguards that Razz had prepared for me to command and take care of me.

I shop for everything I want. Then when I thought of Leon. My emotions peaked and I went from there.

I felt that I had cheated on my beloved, I felt that I had betrayed her by having jealousy in my heart towards Razz, I did not want to betray my Leon.

I ran out of the car and I didn't care about the chasing guards shouting my name, I wanted to die, well, I just wanted to die. I want to follow Leon's departure, only with Leon can I be happy. I'm suffering more and more by living in the bliss of Razz and Steva, and I can't afford it.

Leon's? Take me away, I don't want to live in this world.

Flash back off.

"What?" razz shouted when he heard the news that Tan said, Steva also rounded her eyes of disbelief.

"Hurry up!" razz's orders to Tan.

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