THE HEART PILLAR 3 KNIGHTS

The end of the season that I don't know if I loved you (3)

Stupid..... !!!!

But that's the most appropriate word for itself. How can someone else understand better how you feel. Like wearing a glass mask, so your expression can still be read.

" I was upset, really ... and again Namu's brother also did not say goodbye to me" Elak Cinta from the gaze of Syailendra. " And again..... how could you????. hey Om Mandala is also in Korea, he left with Auntie and also Brother Namu... You hear from where ? ".

Love suddenly felt an awkwardness. But he had already fallen a moment ago. And now, he is increasingly condemning his own stupidity.

" Yes .. that, I heard it earlier .. Mr. Juna was on the phone. And that must be the voice of Mr. Mandala. ' Namu is taking care of the wedding', that's what I heard clearly. the rest. The manager came in the hunt ".

" Oh. bang Kemal ".

" Yes, the Arab ".

And love also nods. Slowly he started to get back up and prepared to leave the room.

" Love..I'm sorry, it made you ...

so upset. I thought you guys were really close so I asked ".

" Yes . Mas, tomorrow so we go to Semarang ? ". Love tries to divert the conversation.

" If I am tonight ..... Love wants to come with me ? ".

" Yes ".

It was unexpected, the girl replied approvingly quickly as if without a second thought. Making Syailendra gawk at astonishment.

" But his team leaves tomorrow morning by plane ....".

" I went with Mas Alend ", said Love so confidently.

" But I got on the train ... ".

" Yes, I'm coming ".

" But .. that's it. oh yeah, that's it. At 19:15 the departure. Ehm .. Would I pick you up at home ? or ? ".

" Can ".

" Okay .. at five o'clock in the afternoon I picked up. We'd rather wait at the station than miss the train ".

" I haven't bought the ticket yet ".

" Hem. Use my assistant ticket. Let him get on the plane tomorrow ".

Love nodded in agreement. And that day he decided to go home a little early to get ready. In a hurry immediately to his room, but the presence of the mother in the family room makes him have to stop for a while to approach the dear woman.

" Look, tumben's home. His face was bent again.... What's wrong ? ", Hana greeted her daughter who had just entered the house.

But Cinta just smirked a little, kissed the back of her mother's hand and rushed to her room. Leaving Hana who was gawking in confusion.

" Love ... the day after tomorrow mama equally want to follow to Soul, you want to go with us ? ", exclaimed Hana.

' Experience', Love curses in the heart. ' Nobody even told me the reason '.

" No mah. I have a job to Semarang. Tonight departs ", return Love by calling out anyway. His body disappeared behind the door of his room.

Hana who was in the lower room just shrugged her shoulders indifferently. Maybe just trying to understand. Young people who are actively working, so entertain themselves. But he did not mean to talk at length with his eldest daughter.

Time is rolling at the same pace as usual, but it feels different for different people. Some feel time runs like lava melting from a fiery, hot, stifling dome and so rapidly bulging. But there are also those who feel it like a warm and pleasant spring breeze. But there are also those who are not affected by anything. Like a pile of rocks that only enjoy what is the season, until slowly melting down when the time is over, eaten by moss and pioneer plants. At least everyone has their own story with that time.

Likewise with Love who hastily offset the roll of running time. He felt stuffy and gasping to adjust his movements and the ticking of the walking time. While continuing to scan the item he will carry, uncheck it with a cheklist in the center of the mind, do not let anyone be missed. Glancing at the sweet cornered time marker on a table, the girl was grateful there were still twenty minutes left for her to take a shower and get ready. At least he will feel fresh when he leaves later.

Meanwhile, a few steps below, Hana who also just finished bathing is now preparing a plate of homemade pastries. Smelled fragrant ginger, it looks like a gingerbread cake, it's a brownish cake with a little sesame seed sprinkling on it. The woman smiled with satisfaction at her work. Just as he was about to brew jasmine tea, that was when a housekeeper approached.

" Mommy, there's a friend of hers love picked her up. Name .... Syailendra ".

" Huh!???... ah yes...yeah... tell me to go in first. Just tell me to wait inside. After that you bring this treat yes. please let there first ".

Hana was so excited. While her assistant returns to meet Syailendra to welcome her, Hana immediately brews a pot of fragrant jasmine tea. Back to the living room.

The young man smiled politely as he stood up so aware of the presence of the queen of the house. In Hana's eyes this man was very perfect, a few centimeters taller than her husband, had a pair of beautiful eyes and also a nice stocky body. Hana also returned the smile was no less friendly.

" Waaah... Syailendra yes, long time no see. You're getting better looking ".

" Aunty Ah. The more enchanting is Aunt. It should be the aunt who gets the compliment ", Syailendra laughed.

" Aunty's been head of six this year baby ".

" Wasn't that woman growing more beautiful because of her maturity..... ".

" Aduuuh. He really liked this young man.

" Love is ready Auntie ? ".

" Loh ? any promises ? ".

" Love hasn't said yes? we're leaving for Semarang tonight ".

" Yes, yeah, he just said. He was in a hurry, probably still taking a shower "

That's when a woman who works to help with household affairs came up with a beautiful tray. Contains small jars of pastries and also a steaming tea pot. Hana swiftly poured the golden brown liquid into the cup and served it to Syailendra.

" Thank you Aunt, even troublesome ".

" Of course not.. This coincidence just mateng, let's taste first. Aunty who made a loh ".

" Whoa... great, still had a Auntie ".

" Halaaaaah. It's his papa Love's favorite pastry. Let's taste it again, Auntie call Love first yes ".

Hana left Syailendra without waiting for the man's answer. The woman's face looked more resplendent, walking cheerfully up the stairs of her house and towards the second floor. A smile continued to appear to decorate his face.

" Mahs ? ", all of a sudden, the door of the room opened. Looks Love is ready with dark brown trousers with one casual feminine top fresh blue, looks ready with one small suitcase and also the sweater.

" Oh you're ready... ", Hana smiled. " That ... Syailendra's been waiting under ".

The two women walked down the stairs and met their guests. Guests who come to pick up, to immediately leave for the train station.

" Waaaah..on time nih", Love grinned wide. " Well, I'll go first .... ". Love embraces her mother and gives her a gentle kiss.

" Eh.. the day after, actually do not want to come to Korea ".

" Look at how it will be mah..already yes", Love looks less concerned with the Korean problem. Even with one gesture, he asked Syailendra to hurry.

" Let's go Alend.. mah, go first ya ".

" We say aunty", Syailendra also said goodbye.

" Yes, yeah, be careful. Nak Syailendra .. titip keep Love yes ".

" Yes Auntie ".

Seeing the two of them step away, ushered all the way to the courtyard of the house and waved as the car carrying them started moving. I don't know why Hana's feeling became so warm. There was something blooming in his heart, and it was a wish. The woman smiled happily.

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The fried rice from the restaurant reservation on the executive train was quite tasty for a girl like Cinta. He devoured it deliciously without much talk and seemed to enjoy chewing shrimp crackers as a complement. Syailendra just smiled seeing that, he also strongly agreed with the girl next to him, if the fried rice is quite decent.

" actually... What mamang-mamang sells in my compound's driveway is better than this and cheaper. I usually order that extra young egg and rawit iris ". Like realizing being noticed, Love was joking.

" I'll buy it there sometime ".

" Beres, who recommends fried rice tripenya .. steady abis ".

" Oh yeah ? ".

" Yes, that's Namu's favorite ..... Her.... ".

The sentence is floating, unresolved. The girl, who had finished her last mouthful immediately grabbed a bottle of mineral water. Then drink it slowly.

" Why He.... With fried rice ", Kentara Syailendra fishing.

" He .. does not like his cucumber slices, but always ask for additional slices of raw cabbage ". Love continued her words with a little.

" Have you got an explanation of that marriage ? ".

Love is back. He turned his head for a moment with a smile, there was sadness in the curvature of his thin smile. Syailendra could very well catch all the strokes of feeling on this girl's gaze.

" I just want to .... He told me directly. I'm not the one who should ask.... Should have........ ".

The sentence was paused long enough and the speaker was unable to express what he felt. The face was wrenched by the hue of sadness gearing with anger. And Love cast her eyes on the window of the train. Trees, houses, and poles that support the power cord like running fast, the phenomenon of optical deception when we are on an object that moves very fast. And Love perceives, even now it is dissolving in the deceit of painful taste.

" Should he have told you first ... so ? ", Syailendra decided to guess for himself the end of the sentence.

" a .... Never mind. There must be a good reason .... Until I can't tell you ". Like doing solace to himself, Love takes a deep breath.

" You two are so close, I understand how you feel. But Love ...... ".

" Yes" this time Love looked at Syailendra with a waiting gaze.

" Have you ever been honest with yourself ?.... With your own feelings ".

Love is like standing under a big hammer-wrapped clapper. His chest was painful and tight, while his ears were ringing violently. That pair of gray eyes seemed to skin his soul.

" I don't expect me to be wrong. In my sight and race ..... You two have the same taste.... Not only as brothers, but as men and women ".

" A-what .... do you mean Alend ? ", love stammered and suddenly became very misbehaved.

" Love .... I am thirty-three years old. I once had an incredible love...... The light of your eyes, just like the light of my eyes when I was in love with the inside. You're terrific..... It's great, keeping each other a secret, keeping each other's love.... But you guys are so stupid ..... If you are silent to each other, how can you understand each other ".

Love is transfixed, mute and frozen by overwhelming surprise. How is it possible?, his heart sizzle in disbelief. But this man's eye-light implied solemnity.

" Our Mas.. mas Alend ... Is that true ? ".

" Do you think I am am currently entertaining you ?. I just convey what I see with my heart ".

Syailendra grabbed Love's fingers and squeezed them slowly. It felt soft and warm, like the fingers of a beautiful sister who was dying for love in her silence. This girl is beautiful and smart, but felt her heart is only a dear sister. When he was sad, shouldn't it help him to smile back ?.

" Love..... He has a very gentle personality. The priority is always the family, must be the pride of the Mandala Arsenio family. Without any genetic derivatives, it has grown to the identical Mandala Arsenio while working. And her kindness and her delicate feelings.Isn't that from her mother?. Until he chooses to ignore his own feelings .... You know .......??".

" What ? ", Love inching closer with curiosity that is no longer covered.

" In London..... It was his time of escape from you. He tried to stay away from you ... Uh even you followed there. He became confused himself ".

" Uh.... Oooh when I'm that intern, huh ? ".

" Yes.... Right. You know, he's like a drunk man ..... I always laugh at him. Moreover, two nights you slept in his apartment..... Waaaa..... Like putting it in a grill. Ha .... Ha.... Ha ... ", Syailendra laughed but hurriedly stopped him when he realized he was in a train full of passengers.

" That day I was waiting for an apartment for me.... I didn't mean to make it so ". Love is a little pouty.

" Hey Love ..... You know what a normal guy feels like when he's around a girl he likes so much ? ".

Love shook his head, he looked at Syailendra inside with demands of explanation. A small jolt landed on his nose. But Cinta did not protest Syailendra, he waited for this man to explain the meaning of the question.

" Namu's love for you is sincere and deep, but he is also a normal man who has normal desires for a woman. Of course. he was so afraid he couldn't hold himself back as a man to you. But.... What is even more feared is your anger or hate ... when his hidden feelings are revealed ".

" Sister Namu... was afraid.. I hated him.... he was also afraid..", Love's face was ashamed, he smiled blushingly. Isn't this something very beautiful to sound ?.

" Ta.. but.. but ... now she's getting married ".

The smile was only momentarily painted, back the sadness that was coloring. Love turned her gaze back to the window of the carriage which was currently revealing a dark expanse of rice fields. Like his heart, it looks so out there.

Then the tears fell, and they broke slowly. Until it became an unbearable crying sobs. Both her shoulders shook violently, Love cried and shed all her deep sadness and disappointment.

" My beautiful sister .... so Namu always entertains you, doesn't he ?. Crying out..... " .

And Syailendra also raise the armrest which also serves as a barrier to their seats. Then draw Love in its arms with affection. Letting the girl let go of all her anger, sadness and love in silence.

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