Superior Seedlings Mas Duda

The Truth Loves

I stepped towards the time I meant by the law with an unbecoming heart. All sorts of thoughts raging in the head. Everything has to be done now, whether it's me, Zakki or the wounded Mas Damar, there has to be a point of clarity.

True said Juragan Ipan, Zakki was seen sitting alone on the side of the times. His eyes looked straight ahead, for some reason I could feel the pain. That's how I was to you, Zakk?

"Zakki," I called out, the man turned his head, was surprised but immediately smiled without moving from his place.

I took a seat beside him, feeling the breeze that was not a bit soothing to my heart.

"Kok know I'm here?" tanyanya turned towards me.

"From the Ipan. Why, Zakk? why do you love me so much?" I stared at him.

Zakki turned her head for a moment towards me, she exhaled, looking trying to make herself comfortable.

"Click's already told?" the question I asked. The man changed his seat to face me.

"Don't make that a burden on you, Queen. Let's just say I never proposed to you before. I'm wrong, don't ask how you feel about me."

I nodded, disagreeing with his words. My tears escaped again. Why is your heart this big, Zakk?

"I don't want you to feel guilty until you finally feel depressed. Free your heart, Ras. Don't make me a burden, I accept all your decisions. Ah, I forgot, it seems like I should get used to calling your name again." she giggled to herself.

"Why, why don't you ever express your feelings, Zakk?" Zakki approached, wiping away the tears that had soaked her cheeks.

"Don't cry, ah. If Nia Ramadhani nangis still cute, you are KWnya," he said in a laugh interlude. I was getting stabbed hearing his laughter.

"Zakki, please?" i beg.

"You already know everything from Paklik, Ras. I need time to keep myself grounded. I need time to get out of Mbah Ciplek's identity. I want to look worthy of you. But the truth is, I don't deserve it to win your heart, Ras."

I shook my head many times, sobbing with Zakki's confession. Why should he be the one who is self-steady? and I'm nothing more than that reckless girl who doesn't deserve to fight.

"If I had known how you felt long ago, Zakk. Maybe it's not like this."

"Don't blame yourself, Race. There are no coincidences in this world, all God governs. I accept all your decisions, you don't have to think about my heart, I'm fine, Race." Zakki sighed.

"The love-bond is passionate, Ras. Legowo lan nerimo's. When you are ready to love, you must be ready to be hurt. Long before I met you, I loved you my way. I love you in silence, I love you in the distance, and I love you in my prayers.

If now I have to lose you again, then it's time for me to be strong and rise again. Just like when my hopes were dashed to find you first. The difference this time, I have to really move on, let go of you to be happy even though it's not because of me."

I nodded, closing my eyes with both hands. God, why do you create love if it ends up hurting? Why would I hurt a man as good as him? even at times like this, he blames himself, not others.

"Blessed, Race. Dream and be happy. I'm fine here. I'll come later, apologize to my father and mother for the unwarranted proposal."

I'm still speechless, it's all too painful, not for me, but for a man as good as Zakki.

"Please promise me, promise me to be happy, Zakk." I lamented to him.

Zakki nodded, not the least the man let go of his smile.

"Can I still meet you, Zakk?"

"Sure, Race. We're still friends, and I haven't even charged my wages for the lunch treat you promised, have I?"

Zakki got up, patted his butt slightly, removing the dirt stuck there.

"Udah, ah. Stop the sad scene. Come home! Mr. Damar will find you. Some time here could be dangerous."

"Why?" ask me while wiping away the remains of tears.

"Say if the night here often heard the sound of a crying girl. So sad, just like you were, maybe she's heartbroken" Zakki giggled. I stood up and shuddered in horror.

"Come on!"

Zakki and I walked together, without a sound and without jokes as usual. I feel alien to him. Did ya? Is this really my decision?

We arrived at the crossroad, our path was different here.

"Ras, don't you come home alone? I'm sorry I couldn't make it home. Later I will come alone to your house," said Zakki who I call.

Zakki started walking, taking over the straight path that led to his house. I turned around, took the opposite path from him.

Just three steps I walked, somehow heavy felt. I turned around again, watching Zakki's back which was now further away.

You're good, Zakk. Even very well. You're definitely getting better than me. I will call you always in my prayers, I will ask God to give you a worthy partner and make you happy.

I turned around again, slowly walking towards the house. Leaving a heart I cannot share.

I'm sad, I'm crying, but not because I can't have Zakki. My heart is already adrift in Mas Damar. I just can't bear it, why? why should Zakki feel this pain? But I'm sure this will strengthen you even more, Zakk. You deserve to be happy.

The house looks empty. Adit hasn't been home from school. Mom and Dad might be on a break.

I headed to the kitchen, intending to get some water to drink and cook for lunch.

"Where, Race? How just got home?" the sound of greeting from the back door made me look.

Mas Damar was standing there. The shirt that was worn had been removed, changed with a tee shirt. He always carries a change of clothes in his car.

"Eh, Mum. Kirain is still sleeping. I'm from a friend's house, five days here haven't had time to say hello to anyone," I said as I approached him.

"It's from a friend's house? Not from the doctor's house?"

I was a little surprised, how could this man know? If only you knew that the man was willing to give up for our happiness, Mas.

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Oh, my God, Guys. Aselik I mewek nulis this part. I often laugh and baper when writing happy parts. But crying when part is sad? Honestly, I just felt it this time.

In the initial version, Zakki only appeared a few final parts, so I have not found the right feeling for him. But here, I recreated him with a different nature. Zakki Songong, but she shines her way. Zakki can't be serious, but he's unique in all his ways. I fell in love with Zakki's character, and now with my own hands I make him have to succumb to the situation. I'm heartbroken, guys.

Is there something similar to me? Ayook we cry online.

You're kesel? Patience, the story has not ended yet. We'll make everyone happy, yak. Because the othornya also pingin happy😂

Remote kisses for all of you😘😘😘