The Desolate Wind Swordsman

Chapt. 82 Narendra Or Nehan

Chapt 82's

On the banks of the river the water flow is quite calm, with a clear greenish water color, but not for those who are sitting on a large rock. There, Nindiya sat down by occasionally throwing small stones into the middle of the river. Not wanting to dissolve in sadness, the woman immediately stepped out her legs intending to complete her daydream.

"I hope you're alive, Nehan!" he murmured while smiling. She could not believe that her husband had left her forever.

Keep walking by occasionally looking back. There is the face of this man. Well, the handsome face of a great healer. But can the physician treat himself? various memories appeared in his mind. When he remembers his precious time.

Nehan is a good man. But as a wife, she could not even repay her kindness. As he realized. She is not yet a perfect wife. But he promised himself. He will follow his last request.

"Nehan .. I'll learn again. A month has now passed. But you still haven't seen me. How are you doing there? I've learned well. My father taught me many things. And now ... I want you back to me!" his speech was soft but felt sore in the chest.

With his small steps, he looked at the blue sky. The shadow of the man. Well she who has legitimately become her husband. Even though they only met for a matter of days, that was how quickly the feeling of love grew in Nindiya's heart.

During his life, at the age of twenty, he had only first felt what love was. And that feeling is deep. Grows well, stored in the heart.

"Ouch!!" his reflexes were because his feet were stumbling with stones.

"Can I stumble on gini?" he said while holding his now bleeding leg.

"Hey girl ... are you hurt?" that voice, well Nindiya remembered well the voice.

Nindiya's smile grew because she remembered who the voice belonged to. He turned his body, but to his surprise, as he looked back, was not the owner of the voice he had imagined.

"Rathers? eh right?" he said with a questioning tone.

"Rathers? sorry ... That's not my name. Can I help you?" he asked when he saw Nindiya grimacing in pain.

The figure of the young man wearing a mask, but what made Nindiya sure it was not Nehan was, because Nehan was never seen carrying an arrow, while the figure of the masked young man in front of him was seen as a hunter in the forest.

"I'm hunting in this forest. I never thought I'd see a pretty girl in the woods alone. If I may, will I accompany you?" the young man took the medicinal powder from his pocket. He removed the white cloth tied to his left arm.

"Eh ...?" Nindiya felt shocked, because the young man immediately sprinkled the powder, then wrapped Nindiya's wounds with his white cloth.

"This is my lucky charm. I always carry this white cloth. But is luck on my side now? because I could meet a girl as beautiful as you ..," the young man then stood up and woke Nindiya up.

"You ... Nehan?" he wanted to make sure that he might be Nehan. Because he can also heal scratches from the stone.

"Rathers? sorry sweet girl. But Nehan is not my name. But if you call me by that name, I don't mind. Hehehe ..." his laughter felt crisp.

"Aren't you a physician? that you can heal my legs?" he only knew, only a healer could heal wounds like Nindiya.

"Ooh .. Is it only healers who can heal people? I'm a hunter, if I can't treat a wound like this" the young man pointed to Nindiya's wound that he had treated.

"Then I can't survive in this forest. Every hunter must have a medicinal powder. Because of the risk of hunters, it is sometimes injured by wild animals." he explained as he looked up at the sky.

"Ooh ...." Nindiya was just booing.

"In addition to you being injured in the leg, it turns out I was also injured." he held his own chest.

"Wounds? you why?" because he did not have the heart, he accidentally touched the young man's hand.

"Touch my chest. There was a deep wound" while guiding Nindiya's hand to touch her chest.

"Here, I'm hurt. In my heart." he said in a contrived tone.

"Hooh .. Now my heart is really hurt by a girl. Ooh Lord .. why is my fate like this? I thought, You've sent a soul mate for me, apparently? oh my God ...." He said while raising his head up.

"Based on a madman!" nindiya Umpat.

"Yes .. You're right. I've gone crazy because of you. Oooh, my bidadar. Come to your handsome prince. Oooh .. I'm yours baby." He said while kneeling in front of Nindiya by raising an arrow.

"Receive this bow, as a sign of my love for you. If you want, you can shoot my wounded heart. Ooh the goddess. You're like a butterfly dancing in my heart." He was still kneeling before Nindiya.

"God ..." Nindiya smiled widely. She did not expect, there was a madman who comforted her heart that was sick from losing her husband.

"That means you accept my love? then accept this bow as a sign of your acceptance of my love." the young man still faithfully knelt down, waiting for a reaction from Nindiya.

"Sorry, I'm married. I can't accept your love." He said after he realized. He cannot turn to another heart. Because his heart was held by one man.

"So you refused my love? I became sad .." The young man then stood up.

"It's okay. If you're married though. I'll wait for your jandam! I wish I could wait, even if I had to wait ten years, twenty years, thirty years, or even a hundred years. I'm staying faithful waiting for you to be a widow!" the young man raised his bow. Look up high.

"Hah .. but you're funny hehehe." Nindiya muttered while chuckling.

"Whatever it is, but you listen carefully. Keep my name in your heart. And introduce. My name is Narendra!" he extended his hand to Nindiya, hoping that she would receive a helping hand.

"I'm Nindiya. " Nindiya returned the young man's hand.

"Ooh Nindiya's. You do have your own advantages. You're Nindiya, which means having advantages. Where the excess is, is your beautiful face like an angel from the sky. Another plus is that your heart is pure, pure and always the good girl I love." Narendra revealed what was on his mind with his gamble.

"That means you're really not Nehan?" muttered Nindiya, she actually wished that the man before her was Nehan, her husband.

"Ooh Nehan? I like that name. If you want, you can call me by that name. Nehan, which means to be happy. Well, indeed I feel happy by seeing that beautiful face of yours. Duh Nindiya's. How beautiful are you?" Narendra looked at Nindiya's face happily.

"But you're not Nehan? I thought you looked like him."

"Rathers? who her? I thought you called it over and over again. Does that guy named Nehan mean a lot to you?"

"He's my husband. But for one thing, we parted. And I don't know if he's alive or dead."

"So that's your husband's name? I don't want to be called Nehan. Your husband must be sorry he left you. I'm sure it is. Why do you still remember the person who left you?"

"He never left me." he replied gloomily.

"Then?"

"There was a bad man who stabbed him with a big machete. And throw it into that river." He pointed towards the river. Nindiya could not shed her tears.

"sorry. I made you cry. But I pray for you. I hope you can see him again. May you live happily with her. Even if it's not with me. I'll do it, as long as you're happy." Narendra touched Nindiya's shoulder.

"no need. Thank you." Thank you." Nindiya who ran while crying.

Nindiya ran even though she was shedding her tears. He didn't realize he still had a wound on his leg. But because of his sad feelings, he did not feel any pain in his legs. Because the one who hurts is his heart.

"I'm sorry Nindiya. I'm not being a good man to you. I hope you'll forgive me. I will pray for your happiness." Narendra muttered and walked up the river.

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