The Destiny of Love HanAra

Certainty

FARHAN, a handsome-looking man who is now 25 years old. Her hair was slightly wavy, pitch-black. A very contrasting color with her pure white skin. Its height reaches 182 cm, with a weight of 64 kg. His perfect appearance, making the man who is often greeted by Han was loved by beautiful women. However, this does not make Farhan a playboy man. He is a loyal man. But for some women, good looks and loyalty are not enough. There are other things that are also needed in a relationship. One of them is certainty. If there is no clarity in a relationship, can it not end in vain?

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one afternoon Farhan and Dinda were in a restaurant. Right in front of them, already presented two servings of grilled fish and rice, various lalapan and also sambal of course. Not to forget, two drinks were on their dining table.

Farhan was enjoying his food voraciously. While Dinda just looked down, staring at her pring without touching a single bit.

"What's wrong? don't you like the food?" ask Farhan.

Dinda raised her head, looking at Farhan's face looking at her.

"I want to talk" he said.

"Eat first .. after that we just talk." Farhan put food back into his mouth-chewing.

"But I want to talk now!" said Dinda. intonation is rising, making some other visitors look towards them.

Farhan put down his spoon. He took a glass of water-which was in his presence-And drank it until half was left. Then put it again on the table.

Farhan leaned his back on the chair, "What do you want to talk about? say it" said Farhan, calm down.

Dinda squeezes her fingers, riled up. The woman looked down, her eyes glazed over.

"I ... I want to break up" he said.

"What!" Farhan looked shocked. His forehead wrinkled.

"Why? did I make a mistake?" tanyakanya.

Dinda. His face kept on looking down. A Isakan escaped from his mouth.

Farhan looked down, looking at Dinda's face.

"Don't cry .. a lot of people are watching us" she whispered. He began to feel uncomfortable with the situation at the time. Almost all the visitors looked towards him.

Not only that, his faint ears caught the talk of the people around him. They tried to guess what was going on between her and Dinda.

"Wait here for a minute .. I'll pay for the food first. After that, I just went home. We'll talk at home again." Farhan got up from his seat. Then walk a few steps towards the cashier.

When he finished, Farhan came back to Dinda. "Come," he asked. Farhan held his lover's hand.

The two walked out, leaving the restaurant. After wearing a helmet, Farhan drove his motorcycle slowly. Both are silent, only the noise of other vehicles accompanying their trip.

Half an hour later, they had reached their destination. Farhan helps to remove Dinda's helmet. Then took her lover to sit in the garden chair, right across from the woman's house.

"What's wrong? why are you suddenly asking for a break up?" ask Farhan.

Dinda looked up, looking at Farhan-who was right in front of her.

"Do you love me?"

Farhan frowned, confused.

"Why are you asking like that? you already know the answer."

"I want to make sure again. Do you really love me .. or just want to play me."

Farhan grabbed both palms of Dinda, grasping them tightly. "I love you, Dinda. And I'm serious about you. "Trust me .. I never thought to play you."

For a while Dinda looked down, staring at Farhan's hand. Before finally looking back at his lover's face.

"If you really love me, please give me reassurance. Come to the house, ask me, "he asked.

"I'm sorry, Dinda. This time I can't grant your request" Farhan said.

"Why, Mas? why can't ... Isn't my request not difficult? why can't you do it? why!"

"Please understand, dear. You know ... I don't have anything right now. Just wait a minute."

"Until when should I wait, Mom? you always say wait and wait. But when do I keep waiting?"

"My age keeps growing, my parents and family keep asking me when I'm getting married. People even kept using me, making fun of me if I was a spinster."

Farhan was silent. He could understand how Dinda was feeling right now. But on the other hand, he could not accept Dinda's request at this time. He is not ready in everything.

Dinda closed her eyes, trying to strengthen herself. Though his tears did not stop flowing, they washed his face. 

"Then let's break up. I can't wait anymore" he said.

Farhan let out a heavy sigh. His expression was fickle, confused, disappointed, sad in turn. After a moment of silence, Farhan spoke again.

"I'm sorry I always asked you to wait for me. But from now on I won't ask you to wait for me anymore."

"Find another man, Dinda. A much better man than me. A man who won't keep you waiting, a man who can give you reassurance" Farhan said.

Dinda is getting more tears. Although this was his wish and he had expected this to happen. But still, he was so devastated when he experienced it. It felt so hard to part with Farhan, letting go of the man he loved so much over the past two years. 

Dinda shut her mouth, holding back increasingly unstoppable cries. He turned and ran into his house, leaving Farhan without saying a word.

While Farhan is seen sitting crouching, rubbing his face and head. His feelings are mixed. There is sadness, anger and disappointment. He picked up a can in front of him. Then stood up and threw the bell, venting his emotions.

Naas, not far from where Farhan stood. A girl was seen crossing the street in front of Farhan and accidentally the can hit the girl's head.

"Aakh," the girl screeched as the can hit her forehead. As Farhan panicked, he immediately ran over to the girl.

"You okay?" Farhan asked while holding the girl's face. He could clearly see there was a red tinge on the girl's forehead.

"sorry. I didn't do it on purpose" he said regretfully. 

The girl simply fell silent, staring at the foreign man before her.

Farhan patted the two cheeks of the girl.

"Are you okay?" ask again.

"Why do you just shut up and look at me like that? speak up!"

"Don't you just shake your brain? forget how to talk?" farhan said worriedly.

The girl is still silent.

Farhan now shook the girl's body. Trying to resuscitate her, just in case the girl is unconscious. "Hey, talk."

"Can you stop shaking my body?" pinta the girl.

"Thank God, it turns out you can still talk." Farhan sighed in relief.

"But wait, guess how much this is?" Farhan folded the three fingers of his right hand, leaving his index and middle fingers.

The girl looked at the strange Farhan.

"Seven," he said.