THE HEART PILLAR 3 KNIGHTS

Stringing the Taste of Bridging Love (2)

" I'm sure now. You are indeed of the flower fairy type, or ..the forest fairy ". Ameer's voice sounded a special cry to surprise Hanin.

" Huh ?!!! ", of course, Hanin immediately said he did not understand when he heard about the sweet Turkish youth named Ameer.

" Delivery of fresh and expensive red roses, every day. And today the number is already twenty-six yes  ".

Hanin was still with a 'lol' look at Ameer's lips which were lightly and half cute and kept on snoring.

" One goes but still sends flowers. Come the past that is beautiful enchanting...eh, this is another who also awaits, quite also his face ". Ameer is still nyerocos.

" What the hell is Meer ? ", finally Hanin was able to get the words out.

" In total, today there are three handsome men asking for you and waiting for you Chef. Don't you incarnate Aprodhite ya chef  ? ".

" Otherwise Meer. Who ? Dave again ? ", Hanin began to slightly grasp the intent of Ameer.

This morning, the ex tried hard to meet him. After being tinged with a slight commotion, Hanin finally gave up and met the man. Staring coldly while cross-legged, asking the intent of the man's coercion to meet him.

" What else do you want. I'm at work, you know for sure this isn't it ?".

" I'm sorry, I just have to make sure that's why you're preventing me from seeing Sellma. I just wanted to apologize ".

Hanin took a deep breath, he began to realize that that was the reason David always used to meet him. Although many times the man convinced him that there was no intention behind all this, but Hanin felt that David was trying to find a gap in opportunities. Certainly to be able to re-establish a relationship with her feelings again.

" Well, I'm giving up .. We meet Sellma together. Tomorrow, saturday morning ".

The man's face became bright, his smile broadened. But Hanin exhaled strongly, as if a form of detachment from his sense of regret.

" Now I'm going to work. Please, you go home ... ".

" Okay Hanin" David smiled. As Hanin turned around and began walking away from her, she again exclaimed asking one thing, "Can I pick you up later in the afternoon and .... ".

" No!!. thanks. Not necessary.... Saturday morning, that's it ". And Hanin answered quickly without looking.

If this morning had been treated like that by him, David should not have come back. That was if he had any shame. But this?, David is that ... aaah, Hanin screamed in his heart. It was so painful for that man. Was he created as the destroyer of his days?, I don't know.

" Chief.. chef.. chef .. yuhuuu ". And Ameer waved his hand in front of Hanin who was sculpting.

" Ah, yes ". Making a beautiful chef with a brown dress with a soft yellow apron as beautiful as himself becomes absorbed.

" Tenaaang, not Dave again this time. Two handsome men and one sweet Southeast Asian girl. One of them is a friend of the handsome who just returned to Indo it....eh' the Key it loh ... ".

Hanin did not wait anymore how the cute young man who was also obedient to worship completed his report. He hurried to the exit of the kitchen. With a slightly thumping heart, Hanin kept trying to walk calmly. Over time he listened to people who spoke the language he so desperately missed.

" Oh yes, waaah ". It was the voice of a woman, it also heard her crisp laughter.

" Yes mba, at first I was pessimistic also with Haidar. He looks so cool .... ". It was obviously Keanu's voice.

" Halah !, just jaim' his doctor sableng only. If he had gathered with Raka, even more crazy he ". And it was the voice of a very foreign man in his ears.

In the most comfortable chair in the corner of the room, three people were seen chatting with Santa and occasionally interspersed with crisp laughter. Now Hanin could see clearly, those were the familiar faces he had seen on the mobile phone screen. They must be the newlywed couple who are the honeymoon, Mas Namu and Mba Cinta. Two people he hadn't seen for a long time. So it was only natural that he felt foreign for a moment.

" Mba Love, Mas Namu" Hanin greeted kindly.

" Yes aampuuun. Aduuuh is beautiful ... ". Love and rise and embrace Hanin. " It was a long time ago that we did not meet ...".

" From mba Cinta left for the Netherlands first deh'kayaknya ".

" Oh yes?, yes aampuun...pantes deh, pangling really me ". Love laughed while slightly distancing Hanin only to be able to look at that shining white face intently.

"  Mba Cinta moreover, cantiik really yes mas Namu ?". This time Hanin sought Namu's approval, which was immediately embraced by the man.

"How are you Nania?. eh that's your nickname, right ".

" Boleeh, Hanin's okay, too. The newlyweds are even nyamperin, what dream did I have last night ". Hanin laughed cheerfully while sitting next to Love who was still looking at him with a look of admiration not hidden.

" I swear..a very beautiful, very white ", muttered Love while supporting her chin can not be seen Hanin. " I want a girl, a white one like you. Biar cuaancuuuik .. kayak 'Na , yes ".

Namu stared half puckered his lips at Love. Making his wife immediately pinched the friendly and spoiled. After the newlyweds, others are considered just accessories.

" Kayak mba Cinta and mas Namu dong. Btw' congratulations on the wedding. Wow.. it's so festive, you can't come there ".

" Emang sibang Haid not ngajak that ? ". Oh Keanu, you can always find questions. Not answered wrong, if answered will be the length of the story. And Hanin found to smile alone, with all the risks and consequences.

" Oh eneng ... Your smile implies your pain ". Well, really. " Embang outrageous it babang Haid ya. I help you get revenge, how ?. Sweet revenge, definitely ". And Keanu was still adding with his nosy flick.

" Well, don't dong. Yes deh. ya deh, do not need to reply yes bang Haid. It's sweet-sweet, yes. Uh, got flowers not yet today ".

" Bang Key ah. ", obviously Hanin tried to prevent Keanu's pouting with a small scream. There were two older brother Haidar, he did not want them to know what was going on between him and Haidar. Aduuuh.

But it seems like it is no longer a secret. If you see how the expression of Love who smiles knots and also how the response of Namu the husband, surely the newlyweds already know all. Tenrtunya Haidar has told a story and the hlemes bang 'Key must have added it with a variety of seasoning flavoring stories. Hadeeeeh .....

" Pantes yes if Haidar is like that gala, can not immediately return to Berlin", said Cinta. Making both of Hanin's ear lobes widen instantly, trying to absorb well all the information about the dashing guy.

So now I have to admit, how dashing the gray chin is. He.he...

" I'm sorry Hanin, the handsome must replace our duties in Jakarta" Namu also chimed in.

" Promise me, tomorrow when it's your turn that honeymoon. Is it, baby ? ", ask Love while groaning spoiled and immediately accepted by Namu.

" Cie. cie. the next bride. Lady Haidar soon to be .... ". Keanu cheered happily.

O earth, can you swallow me. Hide me in the depths of your belly that no one else can see. Hanin prayed expectantly, while his face was as embarrassed as the saga.

........................................

The Dream Book was still sitting on the table next to his bed. It was as if screaming for attention, making his heart moved to ask the fingers to grab it.

All the dreams I'm going to pursue.

The title was printed thick, the results of his ink graffiti. Hanin smiled, slowly touching and caressing the rows of letters that were etched in gold ink and also fenced in black ink.

My Dream My Inspiration for the Future

And that was the headline for a row of his photos while still studying at a vocational school. Laughing with pride while lifting up a trophy. Together with his fellow soldiers who lined flour after the victory. Drawing with the teachers and instructors who make his teenage spies and friends become full of happy twists.

Ausbildungs.... Berliiiiin, I'm coming...

Then he who looks the smallest, standing among fellow apprentices, from various countries, from various races with colorful skin. Only one appearance was similar, the face as well as the cheerful smile were full of vigor. That was the first time he arrived in this panzer country.

The next photos illustrate all his activities. He chuckled as he continued to slowly flip through page after page. All traces of his struggle were there. It didn't feel like four years went by with all the stories. Hanin was still smiling looking at all the traces of those memories.

Suddenly he was struck with a scrawl of numbers. He does not like mathematics, does not like the study of arithmetic which often makes his head throb uncomfortable. But why is there a geometric series formula that is crossed out, then replaced with an arithmetic series in this dream book ?. Weird ....

He found the number listed four hundred and sixty-five, as the final result of his calculation of the arithmetic series number formula. Hanin smiled noticing his silliness back then, embarrassing. Though actually he did not need to torture himself by bothering to find the formula. Using an execl alone is enough to calculate the overall amount of interest it will receive.

Hanin giggled amusedly realizing his stupidity with the smart-ass. It was humiliating, it was fortunate that only he himself knew how ridiculous his attitude was. But wait ...., Hanin flinched like he was stung by something. Then quickly opened the sheet by sheet that he had passed through. Like looking for something that might be tucked away or hidden comfortably.

Then return quickly on the page where do the calculation with the formula number of terms to 'n' for his love arithmetic series. Touching the number four hundred and sixty-five with a slightly mashy feeling. Then he asked himself.

' Even he was never on my dream list, how could he be ?. Have I not been sure of him since the first time ?. But how could it be?, has not two more years of love and togetherness. Something is wrong....'.

Hanin asks himself, rather gathering evidence that comes from all his memories of Dave. Looking for traces of the man's existence in the composition of the components of his dream. But he didn't find one. And this is very strange.

Compare that to the man of four hundred and sixty-five flowers. Why did the man only take four full moons to make himself .... even ... calculate the calculation of the roses he would receive later. Is it because he was the first man to kiss her ?.

Aaahhh.

The fresh fragrance was full of tenderness, the field and hard chest somehow felt very comfortable and warm. In fact, he could barely control his hands to not creep up and hug his back in return. It was like being hypnotized by a dark eye that had stabbed into the bottom of his heart.

And he became intending for the slightest thrashing, breaking free from the warm embrace of a Haidar. Although there are two voices pulling in opposite directions over his consciousness. But he decided to remain silent and enjoy .. the fragrance that drugged his reason, the warmth that melted his soul.

And that orderly rhythm was beating like the clattering of a winning spring bell. He always enjoyed the heartbeat of Haider. Even he felt like a helpless silk, leaning weakly and resignedly on the chest of that field. Putting her cheeks just like that, forgetting the hard debate in her heart.

Oh God. Hanin slouched her face, hiding from the outrageous embarrassment that was pinning her down. That first kiss, he remembered every detail.

Have you stolen my heart ?

But why don't I feel pain ?

You pulled it from my chest

Shouldn't I be angry ?

Why do I miss you ?

Who are you really ?

Why can't my billions of cells forget you ?