THE HEART PILLAR 3 KNIGHTS

If My Heart Was Torn In Two

" Mama. Anyway, I'm not ridho... " .

The voice that sounded spoiled sulking came from a young girl who looked annoyed frown, appearing on the screen of Orlin's phone. It was Kirana his youngest daughter, a young doctor who was finishing her program at a hospital in the city of Semarang. The face was so beautiful, inheriting the perfection of both her parents.

" Indonesia will not be willing if you have to lose the oppa sense of mas-mas kayak brother. There are no matches with Korean girls .. ".

" Hush!!!. we want to nengokkin omTeddy too. You are. ", Orlin scolded.

" If there is eoni who ngeyel.kasih brother Haidar aja ".

" Eeh. Papa you cuekin, son ? papa kangen loh ". Mandala protested and immediately took over. Meanwhile, the youngest princess who still looked a little upset, immediately turned a little cheerful when she knew her father missed her.

" Papa. miss you too. Take good care of your mother, and your sister ".

" Loh kirain... , it's still the Namu who won" Mandala pretended to let out an expression of disappointment.

" Haloo maniiiis' sister .. ", suddenly the topic of conversation appeared and immediately joined the circle.

" Sister.. find Indonesian. Don't want to be the same person " .

" Okay ... but depending on who comes anyway .". ", Goda Namu.

" Brother ..... ".

" It's ... you guys are ", Orlin broke up. " Rana, Mama called Haidar many times, but there was no response. Please tell your sister that ".

" There is no signal in the forest. I'll try calling again ".

" Rana ... What do you want ? ", Namu is back.

" Can ".

" Okeee..kubawain kimchi se-container ".

" Yet.. !!!!".

" Hadeeeh. Already, bay bay Kirana .. luv yu . Assalamu'alaikum ".

And Orlin immediately closed the call. Hurriedly holding her husband's arm. Then the three men must have stepped towards the international departure gate.

" Wadj ... ".

" Why ? ", mandala turned to look at her son who was patting the eel.

" Don't tell me your passport is missing" Orlin said with a slightly worried look on his face.

" I'm not exactly ready for Love, Mah. Could've rammed her ".

With a compact Orlin and Mandala look at each other and both head bobbles.

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This morning he did not have time to eat breakfast, now his stomach roaring. Love glanced at her watch. Lunch time is still an hour away. But he's really hungry.

" Dewi, can you please bring warm water and fruit ".

" What fruit is Mom ? ", the questionable voice was heard from the calling plane.

" Anything, as long as not orange or sour ".

" Good Mom ".

And Cinta also returned to follow a row of numbers lined up sweetly on the screen. Still juxtaposed with curves and graphs, not to mention fluctuations in financial value that continues to change. It is enough to be an additional catalyst for the rise of digestive enzymes difunctional digidah. Fortunately, Dewi came with a cup of warm tea and a small plate of cookies.

" I'm sorry Mom, there's no fruit. This is my mother's pastry. Please taste ".

" Thank you .. its better ", Love screwed up her thumb. He immediately grabbed the cute cookies and put them in his mouth.

" Good Wi, peanut cake huh ? ", praise it still with a delicious chew.

" Yes, ma'am... Surely you haven't had breakfast yet ? "

" Yes.but this is really delicious koq, savory, sweet pass and the aroma of butter. Tomorrow pesen again 5 jars yes " .

" Good Mom. Excuse me first ".

The secretary was alone with a sumringah face. While Love again finished the contents of the small plate. Then sip some warm tea and .....

" aaaah..... Alhamdulillah ".

The woman returned to her job. His stomach had calmed back and he had regained his concentration which had briefly evaporated a little.

" Tok... tok.

" Yes, please enter ".

The goddess of the secretary came back in with a smile. Behind the woman stood a figure of a man who was already quite known Love. He is Kemal, the planning manager at this company.

" Non... lunch yuk ".

" Huh ?!. What time is ? ... geez ". Love soon wakes up from where he sits. " Dew, come eat together yuk " .

" It's mom, it's over for lunch ".

Love saw the clock in her hand. The beautiful face was again aghast, just ten minutes to rest.

" Come ", he said hurriedly.

" I ordered two portions of hodgepodge. Want ? " , Kemal offered while lifting one plastic bag that escaped the attention of Love.

" Wooow ... laaaah, Brother Namu ? ".

" Looh, you don't know ?. Big boss's leaving for Seoul this morning ".

" Huh ?!!!!! ".

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Namu tidied the scarf he wore, as well as done by his parents. It was already evening when the three exited the international arrival gate at Incheon airport. A special car provided by the company to pick up the three, had been waiting. A man seemed to smile kindly.

" Welcome.. father mother", greet the man quite smoothly. " I'm Choo In Soo, have been to Indonesia several times ".

" Aaah, yes, I remember ", Namu looks excited.

" Surely, sir, let me take you to the hotel " .

Before long, the three men had been in the car driven by Choo. Drive through a wide, clean road arranged through the cold air, five degrees below zero.

" I'm sorry, does .. want to have dinner first or take a break first ? ", Choo asked a little stiffly.

" How is pah? mah ? ", ask Namu.

" I'll just come along" said Mandala.

" I can order ", Choo chimed. " Sir Mother wants what dishes?, there is a new restaurant that specifically provides halal Korean menu...it's one of our company's projects Pak Mandala ".

" Oh. great. What do you want, baby ? ", Mandala asked Orlin.

" Emh..... dumpling and soup ... how ? ".

" Wouldn't try bulgogi mah ? ", bargain Namu.

" Maylaaaah ".

" okay... ", Namu smiled. " Choo.. please set up one number from the provider here. I need it right away, for my papah and mamah too huh ".

" Good sir ".

The hotel is not far from Incheon Airport. When they got there, the three men went straight into the room and cleaned themselves up. Eliminates fatigue and fatigue upon arrival from an eight-hour flight.

The dinner ordered has arrived. Delicious and warm Korean ginseng chicken soup, white rice is also some side dishes. Actually is a home menu, but packed slick five-star version. Quite fitting on the tongue of Orlin who does prefer the home menu.

" I'm back in the room huh mah, pah. Rest ".

The young man kissed his mother's cheek, and gave her father a hug. Then go out and go to his own room.

" Hello ... Aunt Boo Na. It's Namu. Yes .... we have arrived, tomorrow directly to the aunt's house. Yes ... Aunt, fine. Good night ".

Namu ends the call with his aunt, Boo Na the half-sister of his late mother. He was momentarily pensive, someone was stirring his mind. Something that is very upsetting, like forgetting something important.

He also stepped towards the window of his room, staring at the outside view brought by the palace. Cold air temperatures make the atmosphere of the night become more dim. The stretch of highway adorned with car lights along it, like a beautiful strand of diamonds flashing. Love really likes the night view from the top of the building. Deadly beauty, a sparkle full of tricks. That is how love compares to it.

Love..., and Namu also jerked. Now he understood what he had forgotten, what was holding his heart back.

He tried to contact someone many times, but there was no answer. Not giving up, he tried again. Until a while, he finally slammed his cellphone with annoyance on the mattress. He did the same thing, this time to his own body.

Namu lay down slightly agitated, he stared at the ceiling of the room with a look of light. Like trying to penetrate space and time. But the fatigue had taken possession of his body, leading him in deep. Before long, he had been breathing with a regular rhythm. Until the ringing of the soft dial tone was not heard.

The cell phone was back vibrating and ringing, but Namu had sunk too deep in his tired and sound. In the end, it calmed down again. Just like the owner.

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...Keep your deepest feelings secret. Lock it in a box that is impenetrable to sight, untouched by sound. Only you and your God understand...

...Then how can I convey that feeling to her ? ...

...Don't you want him to understand ? aren't you afraid she'll hate you ? If you finally know how you feel....

...Then what if he is also waiting for me?, what if he feels what I feel ?...

...Is that sure you are ?...

...I don't know. I just love him too much. She's the most beautiful I've ever known....

...Is your heart not struggling when it is owned by someone else ?...

...I don't know ...

...Are you happy to see her with others ? ...

...As long as he smiled happily, I would be happy...

...If only she was with someone else, just because she was tired of waiting for you. Are you happy too ? . What if it's too late ?. You're so stupid with your attitude.you're the one who drowned him in grief....

...Then what should I do ? ...

...There is the most beautiful, secretive love story, so even the devil does not know it. It belonged to Ali ibn Abi Talib and Fatimah Az-Zahra. But you're not the mighty Ali. Not just a prayer full of resignation that finally unites the two....

...I am not a believer, but can't I have such a beautiful secret love ?...

...You know what ?. The beautiful secret love was finally united. after the Ali ventured to ask the Apostle, over the heart of his beautiful daughter with a precious armor dowry. You know, it was the armor that protected her during the war. You only need one bravery....

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Namu awoke from his sleep, he blinked his eyes. A little surprised by the changing state of the room. Then take a deep breath and breathe it out slowly. Realized by the current reality, being away from his home. Thousands of kilometers of distance.

His hand reflexively grabbed the cell phone that was buzzing the alarm sound. Two o'clock in the morning, means that at his house there is not even midnight.

He was surprised to see the call notification on his mobile screen. There were seven unrequited calls in such a close span of time. Exactly an hour after he made an unrequited call to Love.

Ahhe..... Namu looks very disappointed. He closed his face with both hands, one of which was still holding the phone. Until without realizing it, the friction of his fingers made the object make a call.

" Oh, my goodness ". He hastily stopped the call. It was fortunate that he immediately regained his senses when he heard the constant monotonous tone sounding.

What happened next was beyond belief. It shook and rang again. Namu turned away in disbelief at what he saw.

" Love. " Hello .... ".

" Hello .... ".

" Ma - sorry to wake you up ".

" I haven't slept yet" said the voice across.

Namu smiled, then he turned the call into a video call.

" Love... video call yes " .

" A no !!! no !!! I'm not dressed properly "

" Oh... sorry .. sorry Love ".

" Heeem.... What's the phone night ?. It's been two o'clock in the night, isn't it ?. If it doesn't matter, don't call me ".

" I'm sorry love "

There is no immediate reply as before. Namu frowned, his curiosity slowly becoming worried.

" I'm sorry about love....... Don't be angry ".

" Heeeei. " at least...... ".

" I'm sorry .. I really don't mean to say goodbye to you. Sorry about Love ..... ".

" Okey .. I forgive. Lazy brother if you have to storm every day with you. Means this one week I'll be free. Horeeeeee.

" Love ... but I'm gonna miss you so much. Don't you miss ? ".

Suddenly silence ruled the atmosphere. All that was heard was the pull and exhale that sometimes seemed to be roaring.

Don't you miss me Love ............