The Forbidden Love of Dara

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!!

"So where's this plan going?!" ask me while slowing down the speed of the vehicle I'm carrying right now.

"The plan was for us to go to Amira's Grandma's house, once she was the owner of our school building and last night she died but,,,, uh,,, but now we must have missed the same group of teachers who want to go there..." The answer is clear, like he just found out that Amira is the granddaughter of the owner of the school.

"Owh, yaudah," I replied as I began to gas the car towards the house he was referring to.

And unexpectedly because of this incident I have now got the answer to what I need through my friend Adhi.

"Well, you know where the house is?!" As if in this town no one knew Ms. Fatma.

Then I also explained a little outline about the figure of Alm.Bu Fatma, and sure enough my guess was, ternyaya Dara just found out that one of the people who succeeded in this city was the grandmother of her friend named Amira, because if he knows for sure he not only knows but will also know where his house is, I thought.

After I finished giving an explanation, then Kiki asked why I was here, for what, and how could I know that Dara was in her house?

Yes, because before I was rarely dropping off or picking up Dara at school, especially since Dara dating Arga, seem to be at home even if it was night.

And all of Kiki's questions just now made me recall my purpose this morning and I also reprimanded the insecure Kiki with the text I had sent from this morning to her, and he immediately fell silent and looked at his guilty face.

Then swiftly Dara defended his best friend, he mentioned various reasons to me, also told the chronology of why until this session had only been able to tell me.

He spoke at length with great confidence, when in fact he also had a mistake on me that he had forgotten, yes he would have broken his promise with me this morning!

But forget about it, the important thing is now that he is with me and I see that his condition is better.

I heard all the stories and reasons until it ran out, but one of the reasons is that he had trouble finding friends - his friends DIA.

SHE WAS? who is meant by DIA? or don't - don't ...

"HER?!! ARGA means?" I asked just to keep my curiosity going.

But he quickly threw away the window-facing gaze right beside his left, without the slightest answer or word from his mouth to answer my question just now.

But even with that kind of silence I knew who HE was, I accidentally saw his face from the reflection of the window glass, something that looked sparkling fell on his cheeks.

"Is he crying? God, did I say the wrong thing?!!" I said in my heart

GREEEP!!!

Without thinking much of my left hand langung grabbed the shoulder and then pulled himself just to see his face, but when I pulled the two even immediately hid the wave of my hug, I reduced the speed of the vehicle I was carrying.

"If you want to cry, cry just don't be arrested!!" I said trying to calm him down.

"Hik - Hik!! no mas, I do not want to cry, let alone nangisin him! Hik - Hik!!" His answer refuted, but the soft voice and drops of tears that answered the contents of the heart actually.

So many tears that she let out that I felt her seepage on my left chest.

"What the hell is my mouth, until the little thing so I have to ask again!

Why is it that my mouth says Arga's name, just like I repeated last night!!

Instead of helping to make him forget the man, now even make him feel hurt again!

You idiot! stupidhead! what kind of brother am I? maybe I deserve the title of the dumbest brother in the world!!!" My mind scolded myself who became nervous facing the cry of this little girl.

Kiki also tried to help calm Dara from behind, but I know very well the nature of this child who always tries to hold back his own inner emotions to let heart disease eat away at his health in the future.

After this I will immediately take him to the hospital, not just a health check, but I will also find the best psychologist to help him, whether with therapy, meditation, yoga or whatever, the important thing is that in the future he can learn to control the emotions of his mind and soul.

Actually it is only natural that he is still unstable in controlling emotions, other than because of his age is still very young, but the busyness of his parents makes him so less attention and learning life in his daily life.

"Sir, so don't you go to Miss Fatma's house?" I asked while rubbing his back, but he only answered with a nod.

"Then remove your tears first, you will park" I said, taking off a hug and letting her dry her tears.

I opened the car at the very end of the row of cars that had parked first, I let the engine stay on so that the ac steam continues to blow as long as Dara is still restyling and calming down.

"Well, is there a mirror?!" tanyanya, while reaching out - rogoh fill his bag.

"Toooh the rearview mirror next to you big!!" I said I tried to tease her while putting my body aside facing her, but because I was still upset she responded to my joke by nagging with her hoarse voice.

At first I wanted to lower the sun visor that was right above it, but Kiki first offered the powder box he was wearing.

"Hmmm girl, would you like to go and groom first?!" murmured in my heart when I saw Kiki was polishing her cheek powder.

But I noticed Kiki looked very agitated, in a hurry he gave a powder box mirrored along with a pack of wet tissue to Dara, then getting out of the car first left us with the reason of wanting to meet some friends who had come first, but my estimates are different.. "I think he's been going to the toilet!" 🤔

Dara looks very enthusiastic when she sees the powder box that is already in her hands, and it has become his habit every time he cried he would immediately look for the broken object to see the state of his face before he looked to others.

I looked closely at her face which she had always hidden in every moment or after crying, without taking my eyes off her eyes, my hand took out a wet piece of tissue Kiki had given just now, then I slowly rubbed it against her blushing cute face.

At first I just didn't want him to keep - constantly embarrassed to show his face that had been crying to me, when it was from childhood we were always together so why else was he still embarrassed to cry in front of me?

But when I see a face with eyes that are still slightly glazed - this glass actually makes me amazed to see it.

"For so long I never realized that this little girl in front of me was so sweet, even after she had finished crying even red blush on her cheeks made her more beautiful!" thought

The pulse on his neck that came into contact with my hand felt so strong, that my blood flow also flowed rapidly to the heart.

The light of his eyes that from just looking into my eyes made me suddenly feel nervous, and I had never felt anything like this before.

The more I looked at all sides of his face, and I was fixated when I saw the color of pink in his lips beat the color of the hue on his cheeks that made me so anxious to immediately touch and bite him, which made me feel anxious, and the closer the stronger my desire to feel those sweet lips.

Without blinking, I stared at his eyes that began to close when our faces were very close to each other, so close that even his breath could I feel touch my lips ....

"IRVANS!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!!" yelling a voice in the heart that immediately stopped my advance that almost my lips had touched his lips.

I immediately retreated again from that position, his very warm face with my eyes closed still holding in front of me.

I swallowed saliva that was stuck in the throat, I accidentally saw and then I took slowly a small piece of tisue that was still attached to his feathers.

Nervous and tense, I spontaneously uttered a sentence that made fun of him, at first I thought only to divert and remove the awkwardness between us that was shaking my fingers, my fingers, but I did not expect my teolokan it actually makes him so raced and want to immediately avoid me, but quickly my hands back to hold him who had opened the lock wanted to get out of the car.

I feel my increasingly turbulent feelings are not willing and can not accept if until he has a burden in his life, then ...

I made an appointment with him after coming from here, looking for a comfortable place so that he could pour out all the turmoil that gripped his heart and mind, he said, mutely nodding innocently made me again - again feeling anxious for him.

I kissed her forehead as usual but somehow it felt very different this time than usual, this time it was like there was a stream of electricity stinging my chest.

Immediately I pulled the key that made the engine and ac immediately stop rustling, then I immediately got down and out of the car. A few minutes I held myself in the back of the car just to relieve the pounding hanging also vibration at the fingertips.

I really don't understand myself this time, why it came - my love was so strong and different to her, I wanted to always be close to her even to the point that I wanted to kiss her lips too.

As I clenched my lips with my hands, I remembered what I had almost done to her.

"Don't be crazy Van, he's like your own brother, don't take advantage of his current weakness, even if you're really crazy!" Again, there was a voice in my heart that scolded me, making me feel guilty.

The chest leaflet had begun to subside, and I also realized that Dara did not also show herself indicating that she had not yet gotten out of the car.

With a little anxiety I immediately approached the door next to him and I opened it quickly but I found him being! sitting in the same position as when I came down.

"What was just daydreaming? what's he thinking? did she know that I wanted to kiss her?!" I asked was - was in my heart, afraid he was angry because of my sassness.

Then when he came down and looked around, he was plain as usual, and even his pale dingy hand held my hand, which meant that he was not aware that I had almost kissed him.

"Huuuft, thank God ..." I thought.

Then he did not stop asking questions while continuing to babble along the road from the parking lot to the house that I think is shaped like a tart cake.

Arriving inside, I met and fought with many people I knew including work partners, as well as my college friends who happened to be the same - the same was visiting the house that I had visited.

Maybe because I feel bored listening to my chat with friends, friends, Dara also died me while I was greeting with the first granddaughter of alm.bu Fatma who was none other than my cauldron friend and Amira's older brother who had hurt Dara.

At first I always introduced Dara as my sister when anyone asked, with the aim that my friends would behave politely or even protect her wherever they met Dara, but instead Dara admitted that he was only a neighbor to me, which makes him able to become a passing wind for friends even the two-faced Prisil will look at him one eye.

But I did not think instead Dara say goodbye to me with the reason of wanting to find Amira!

What's?! not mishearing?!

I think he asked to be ushered in here just to come with another friend who wants to serve, he said, but after here he just wanted to find Amira clearly - obviously until now he was still crying because of the behavior of Amira with Arganya!

Because of the crowded atmosphere, I also could not help it, which when in fact when chatting with Prisil was just a base - stale. Prisil always made me feel uncomfortable nearby, even to the point of making me feel sultry in this luxurious three-ac room.

Soon I dodged Prisil and went back to looking for Dara, yes I actually looked for Dara and Kiki to immediately take him home! I don't like to linger - long one place with that brazen woman prisil.

The crowd of guests and relatives of the deceased, along with the students who still wear the same uniform as Dara, made it a bit difficult for me to look for him remotely.

After having a chance to go around, I finally found those who were touched while hugging the three with Amira who somehow I was very emotional to see the phenomenon!

While clenching my hands because of the gragetan, I asked - asked in my heart:

"What's wrong with Dara's mind? why could he easily feel haru even willing to be hugged by a friend who had betrayed him? I really don't think about that innocence!" My dumel in heart

Regardless of Amira's feelings, I also called Dara and immediately invited her to return home, and without me realizing it turns out that Prisil always followed wherever I went.