
Aslan moved before Samira could truly answer him. He walked towards the edge of the waterfall while dipping his feet into the water. The water points that were blown by the wind from the fall of the waterfall that was ten meters in front of him hit his face.
"Did know your personal assistant rather, As. Still asking so. Obviously not going to be answered stupidly!" rutuk Aslan in heart. His feet touched the rocks and water began to seep soaking his pants.
Samira was stunned, her racing heart slowly starting to calm down. He felt the coolness that hit his face and the sound of water splashing that woke him from daydreams. Samira. To be honest, he knew where Aslan was going and it might have something to do with the grim problem of strange behavior
Aslan turned his head, his hand paddled the water and splashed it towards Samira.
"No need to answer Sam, ntar become a burden even." comfort Aslan.
Samira put down her smartphone which she had been watching to wait for the signal to come and contact Robby. He took off his shoes and socks before joining Aslan.
"Why did you suddenly come here, sir?" ask Samira. His feet move in the water to make small fish that swim move quickly dodge.
"Refreshing... Once in a while, I'm already rich, if I continue to work, I will get richer." joked Aslan deliberately.
"That's bragging!" Samira paddles the water and then smiles warmly, his gaze towards the waterfall and then to the face of Aslan. "Are you heartbroken?"
Uh... Oh... Aslan poked her lips and then pulled both corners of her lips. Samira began to understand the situation of her heart, and it was fun to open the conversation.
"It's not heartbreak, it's Sam's dilemma" Aslan said.
"The dilemma? Oh you have to find a lot of solutions and input from your friends, have you tried?"
"Udah, and all of this makes me more in a dilemma."
"What the hell is it?"
"Liking someone who has different beliefs." Aslan sighed, he grabbed the leaf that was bobbing on the water and handed it to Samira.
"How do you think?"
"I've never dated, sir. Abah forbid, continue if anyone near me Abah likes to be a security guard. For example, the son of Pak lurah, the same village head. Abah banned because of one village and..."
Samira's long-goals noticed Aslan who was paying close attention to him.
"Change only agrees with the one who can take Samira to heaven." Samira smiled even though in her heart there was pain and bad taste when the look of Aslan's face back murky.
"I think that's a good answer from a father, Sam. Who does not want to go to heaven, however, when you get married your partner will take you to heaven, with the prayer of the father of course." Aslan smiled at the smile she had to give cheerfully.
Then the roar of the wind that blows strong, scattering the leaves that fall on their bodies in silence with a raging mind.
Aslan looked down, the water was getting wet his pants but not as wet as his heart was being showered with the swift dilemma of taste.
In this age, is there still time to play around with love and toying with what I'm in for a future that probably won't be within my grasp. Samira had already given her answer and as long as her breath blew she would never choose the wrong love.
Samira pulled her foot from the water after she calmed down.
"Find your happiness to any extent because destiny will not be certain. But I'm sure you won't be in any more dilemmas."
Samira smiled, then took off the two bracelets on her wrist. For a moment he saw it, the pain slashed his chest. Samira throws it towards the grojogan of the waterfall, the bracelet oscillates with the current and then slowly sinks into the bottom. Gather with rocks, sand, and freshwater fish, immersed in memories that will last forever there.
Samira smiles. "Go home, sir. But more than my lack of opinion earlier you can accept it because your opponent is your own heart."
Aslan nodded. He looked at Samira smiling.
"I accept it, Sam."
The two moved, down the path again without saying a word despite gasping, though restless even when Aslan had driven back to the city and Samira arrived in front of Mustofa's house. Both are still a thousand languages. The two separated before Samira dropped into the bed and cried.
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