The Destiny of Love HanAra

Invitation letter

That night Farhan was lying on the sofa. In a living room in his house. His gaze looked blank, staring at the ceiling. Until finally the sound of knocking on the door managed to disperse the daydream. Farhan looked over, looking at the door of his house. 

"Who?" ask without changing position. There was no answer, only the sound of repeated knocking.

"Who is the one who has been meeting these nights" Farhan grumbled. The man rushed down and walked over to the source of the sound. He turned the door knob and pushed it slowly. The door opened, revealing a woman he knew.

"Dinda" said Farhan.

"Hi mas Han," she said kindly.

"Let's go in first" said Farhan. Farhan was about to walk in but Dinda held him back.

"No need, Mom. Just here, I'll just stop by for a second."

"Why rush?" Saut Farhan, smile.

"I have someone waiting for me." Dinda looked across the street. There was a male figure leaning on a fairly luxurious car. The man smiled at Dinda.

Instantly Farhan's countenance turned sour. He smiled again as Dinda looked at him again.

"I came to give you this." Dinda took out a piece of paper from inside her bag. Then leave it to her ex-boyfriend. 

Farhan reached out his hand, accepting it without saying anything. Although he had not opened it, but he already knew what the contents of the paper were.

"I hope that Han will be able to come and give prayers and blessings on our happy day" said Dinda.

Farhan was so upset to hear that. How not, they just separated one week. But suddenly his ex-girlfriend came with her wedding invitation letter to another man. And one more thing made him angry. Dinda told him to come on his happy day. For Farhan, it was the day of his destruction. However, Farhan kept his anger hidden and tried to act ordinary. Farhan looked back at Dinda, after a while just looking down, looking at a paper with two names and inscribed with gold ink.

"Well, I will try to be present" replied Farhan.

"Hm" said Farhan with a bitter smile.

Dinda turned her body. Then walked up to her future husband who had been waiting. After arriving, the two got into the car and passed away. Having previously hidden the horn on Farhan.

Farhan could only watch them leave. After the car disappeared from the reach of his eyes, Farhan again looked at the invitation letter that was still in his hands. He squeezed it and threw it away. Then go into his room. There, he picked up a jacket and a motorcycle key lying on the table. After that, it rushed out again.

"Where are you going these nights, son?" asked Farhan's mother, when she found her son preparing to start the motorbike.

"There's something I need to take care of, ma'am," Farhan replied.

"But it's night, son. Why not tomorrow morning. I'm worried if you leave now." 

"Mom shouldn't worry. Farhan must have gone home safely. It's not too late anyway" Farhan said convincingly.

"Yes, but you have to be careful on the road. Don't speed," the mother's message.

"Yes. Farhan go first, ma'am." 

After bidding farewell to his mother, Farhan immediately planted gas, splitting the street that looks hollow. No matter where he went, Farhan did not know. He simply wandered the streets and looked for fresh air to clear his chaotic mind. Eventually, he arrived at a lake. Farhan parked his motorcycle there. He stood by the lake, looking at the calm water. His mind went back to what happened a few hours ago. When Dinda came to see him.

"So this is why you wanted to part with me, huh!" his yell.

"I thought you were a different woman, but it turns out you're just the same as the other women. All you think about is money, money and money." 

After being content to vent his anger he sat weakly. Without realizing it, her tears fell, wetting both her cheeks.