The Door of the Heart of Amira
Chapter 52 Redeeming
Nisa has arrived at Amira's house. Amira who was waiting for Nisa's arrival looked out the window of her room, as soon as she heard a car coming.
Amira rushes to open the door of her living room.
“Halo Mir," said Nisa as soon as Amira opened the door. Then Nisa hugged Amira .
“Hai Nis, you finally get to my house,” said Amira then let go of her embrace.
The two smile and Amira lets Nisa in.
“You want in the living room or in my room?” Amira offers.
“As far as you are, in the living room you can, in the room you can also,” replied Nisa and then sat in the living room chair that was nearby.
“Ya already, in the living room just aja yes, if later you want to sleep in my room," said Amira.
“I nyiapin drink first for you yes same bring snacks,” he said again then walked into the kitchen.
Before long Amira came to bring a tray of drinks and also some biscuits for them to spend together.
“Yes bothered Mir,” said Nisa when she saw Amira putting together drinks and food on the table.
“Apaan anyway Nis, do not bother anyone behind just take aja,” replied Amira then sat down and put the tray he brought earlier next to his chair. Lazy to bring him back to the kitchen.
“I drink yes,” said Nisa while taking the drink that Amira had brought.
“Iya Nis,” Amira answers by nodding her head.
While drinking Nisa thought about how to convey what she saw earlier about Riko to Amira. He is afraid that Amira will be hurt because of this news, but if not talked to him he is afraid that Amira will be hurt to establish a relationship with Riko.
Amira who saw Nisa's face like a confused person even thought what about Nisa? Is it still Digo?
“You why Nis?” tanya Amira still noticed Nisa's confused face.
“Eh me? Me why? I'm okay Mir, why is it?” ask Nisa.
“You're weird, rich people are confused from earlier, what's the matter?” amira asked still with curiosity.
“Hmmm actually I went to a restaurant at the Cut Nyk Dien crossroads, I kept meeting your girlfriend,” Nisa said hesitantly.
Amira scrunched her forehead. “Pacar?”
Nisa nodded. “Yang yesterday picked you up to my house.”
Gosh darn. Amira forgot, at that time she made up a story to distract Nisa from herself who was caught looking at Digo's photo.
“Oh Riko means?” ask Amira to make sure.
“Well yes, Riko yes her name? Yes, I met Riko at the restaurant,” replied Nisa.
“OK, continue?” tanya Amira was still amazed by what Nisa wanted to say.
“Emmm...” Nisa looks hesitant to say it.
"I saw her hug as a girl" Nisa answered looking at Amira, afraid that she might suddenly feel sad.
Amira seemed to think. He remembered Riko's words when he last met her.
“What is Desi? Did he finally come back with Desi? Or to break the relationship? Come to think of it should be today anyway,” the inner Amira in her heart.
Looking at Amira who was pensive on her own, Nisa thought Amira was sad and devastated.
“Mir? You ain't nothing?” nisa asked while holding Amira's hand.
Amira who saw that immediately realized from her daydream.
“You are sad huh?” ask Nisa again.
Amira smiles. “No, just surprised, but I'm not okay.”
“You ain't hurt or sad Mir?” nisa asked in almost disbelief. There could be a woman who knows her boyfriend hugging with others does not feel sad in the least.
“Because I have nothing, I have broken up with Riko Nis, so I'm fine now" explained Amira smiling as she touched Nisa's hand still holding her.
“When is the break?” ask Nisa in shock.
“Yesterday, hmm. exactly two days ago,” replied Amira who was seen while remembering.
“You really ain't nothing, or this smile your fake smile Mir?” nisa asked in her heart.
Nisa stood up and hugged Amira. “Mir, all this time you always horrified me stories, you always have if I again need a place to lean from my sad love story.”
“Why don't you tell me if your relationship with Riko is over? I also want to be useful to you Mira," said Nisa still with a hug Amira.
Amira fell silent and returned Nisa's embrace.
”Your heart is so soft Nisa, you should be happy" Amira said in her heart
“I'm okay Nis, you don't overdo it ah,” said Amira.
“What's up? Obviously yesterday you were crying in my house because he was Mir? you love him, right?” tanya Nisa still hugged Amira.
Silent. No sound came out of Amira's mouth.
“I'm not crying for Riko Nisa, but I'm crying for my love for Digo, your loved one,” she said inwardly with a blank look.
Nisa let go of her embrace and stroked the back of Amira's hand. “Mir?”
Amira turned to Nisa and smiled, trying to hide her sadness at Digo's memory.
“Sometimes we can't force a relationship to keep going, if there's no love in it Nis, and I'm sincere,” said Amira.
“And as you saw, I am fine now,” he said again while showing himself that he was really fine.
“Now what we should be talking about is you Nisa, about your peerless feelings.”
Nisa fell silent, then lowered her head. He looked at both of his feet with a glaring look.
“Ceritaku still hasn't changed Mir, still this way,” replied Nisa.
Then he lifted his head back and looked at Amira.
“Still with a past story that loves being alone,” he said with a smile.
Amira looked at him sadly. Sad that this woman in front of him had the heartache she always carried. Also sad for himself who loves someone but again he can not have.
“You look so in love with Nis, the years you've been through must have been very difficult huh?” amira asked with a small look.
Nisa just nodded her head and smiled bitterly.
“She may only consider me her past Mir, but I want to meet her just once, to make up for my long unpaid miss.”
“Did you ever go to meet him? Do you know where his house is?” ask Amira.
Nisa shakes. “I have only visited him once, it was only to see him from afar. If to visit him in person or meet him myself, I have not dared Mir. I was once a wound for him, I feel ashamed if suddenly I present in front of him carrying my miss which may not be important to him.”
“I'll make up for your tearful years Nis, by presenting Digo to you. When the time comes and the time is right to bring you together, I promise to take you to him,” Amira said in her heart with a heart of grief.
