The Enchantment of the Former

Limitations

A few days had passed, Dilla had recovered. The wounds on his body had healed. But the spoiled attitude and dependence on Fattan is increasingly becoming.

" Mas temenin ate ", a whimper from Dilla greeted Fattan who had just come out of the room. Fattan breathed a heavy sigh. He was eager not to heed the woman. But the sense of unbearability sometimes haunts him. Buar however he and Dilla were close enough. He could not ignore the affection for the woman he already considered a sister.

" Can't be dil, I'm in a hurry. You have your own breakfast ", said Fattan as he folded his long sleeves.

Dilla looked pursed her lips. A sign of protest at Fattan, Fattan shook her head. I no longer felt able to face Dilla.

" Yes, I don't want to eat ", pickle Dilla while putting the spoon on the plate . Fattan approached Dilla and sat across from the woman blocked off the dining table. Staring sharply at the woman who still displayed her pouting face.

" Please Dil, you're not a child anymore. Be a little mature" said Fattan, who was upset by Dilla's childish behavior.

" Did Fattan ever see Dilla as an adult woman ? ", the woman asked another question.

" Dil, maybe it's time to push clear boundaries. I love you, but as a brother to his sister. No more and will never be more ", said Fattan trying to suppress the annoyance that settles in him.

" Because of Shazna's sister, right?, because she's changed?", accuse Dilla who is now staring intently at Fattan.

" Nothing changed Dil, and it had nothing to do with Shazna. From the beginning I just thought you were a sister, not more ", explained Fattan, with eyes staring at Dilla who shook her head with a look of dislike.

" Keep all the attention mas all this time what?", the eyes have been glazed. Fattan turned her face away, feeling unbearable to see the cry of Dilla that made Fattan difficult to be firm against the woman.

" I don't want to be his sister in Fattan, I love you. Do you know what?", Dilla raised her voice intonation. Fattan dropped her body on the back of the chair. It was hard to talk to the woman in front of him.

" The heart can't be forced, which is Shazna's love", the man just wants to make it clear about his feelings.

He cannot repay Dilla's love, until whenever Dilla is just a little sister in his heart.

" Wicked man, how great is he on my appeal. I was the first one in life mas, why should he choose?", Dilla looked increasingly angry. His face was not friendly at all. Fattan tried to suppress his ego to not get carried away with emotions.

" You're wrong Dil, he was in life first. And she was the reason why I could never open my heart to another woman" Fattan explained.

Dilla rose from her seat violently to make the chair she just sat in shift with a loud enough sound .

" Liar, evil Fattan" said Dilla, who left the dining table in a fit of rage. Fattan just followed with her eyes.

He couldn't keep being gentle with the woman. There is a heart that he must now take care of. It was wrong that he was too close to Dilla, making her feel like he had more.

Fattan got up from the chair, walked out of the house. There is a sense of relief when the drama this morning was not witnessed by the owner of the house. Because they had gone early in the morning to go to the market. And Lira's midwife has been in the clinic since last night, because there was a resident who was about to give birth. He should have gone to check things out there. But Dilla instead made a drama that held her back.

But he has to make the boundaries clear. So that Dilla doesn't get more hopeful, and make a deeper wound . He will never be able to repay Dilla's feelings. Shazna is his life. And there's no way he's taking that woman off for the second time.