THE HEART PILLAR 3 KNIGHTS

If The Time Has Come (5)

If previously Haidar stepped lightly and the speed felt almost equal to the speed of light, now he returned with a load that felt so stifling step. Even his lips were tarkatup, tightly locked, a line of smiles that usually did not escape the back.

" There is no mother who does not want the happiness of her children. But sometimes a mother has her own instincts. Nania ... she turned into a strong-willed girl, especially at the end of her Vocational High School. Then decided to take an internship program. He is smart and talented, so he can get a scholarship. But the new mother understood. A young man .... ".

Whereas before he had started crocheting dreams, which were filled with the charm of a Hanania Hananian. But the span of a dreamlike silk spider web was suddenly torn apart, shapeless. When the mother of the girl spoke a reality.

" Mother ... knew him a little, but somehow. The young man looked polite and was being very nice. But ... aahh. But now ... how else. By blessing them ".

At that time Haidar was only able to look straight without being able to reply. Her chest itself was too tight.

" They ... ? ".

" No. they do not live together or elope. Two years ago, both of them worked at the same place. I just hope Hanin ... still holds his pride, love and honor. Ma .. sorry .. mother's intent

.... they both lived for years in a free country that ... ah .. you know yourself ".

It is not excessive what concerns a mother like Bu Firman on her daughter. Haidar could understand that. The eyes full of longing, deep but regretful love and sadness told me more about everything.

" This time mom. Origin Hanin back .... ".

And he was only the servant outside the arena, and he had not made a formal request at all. But he was already so full of confidence, even so arrogant he dared to crochet dreams.

Haidar who was still walking without spirit, now smiled slightly. A smile, laughing at himself.

' Your confidence is similar to the people you just left behind. What difference do you have with them? do not equally follow your own dreams and ignore how others have karsa and taste. Heydar. Give a reprimand from the beginning.You are more fortunate, if the fall is not mired so deep in your pseudo-dreams. You really should be more grateful '.

Not Haidar Mandala Wirayuda his name if he can not immediately win his own heart. He just needs a little fresh air that circulates well, plus the silence that helps him to concentrate again arouses enthusiasm, then he will smile again like today. No longer a smile full of irony, but a smile that caresses with hope.

Until it did not feel the step had brought the young man right in front of the workspace of the brother. He opened the door slowly, still breathing deeply. Do not let his face like that was immediately read by the brother. Do not let his record as the bully and mocks seized by the brother, just Raka who became his toughest rival.

But the scenery that lay before him now, actually made him turn into a stone statue.

Just a moment ago, Namu received the presence of Love in his room, coinciding with the passing of a female guest which greatly troubled him. Who else isn't Miss Yiona Oong. Hadeeeh.

If before Love opened the door of his study with a voice .. 'brakk!!', which is enough to make a lion will jump and become meowing. This time it was her little sister who opened the door so subtly, even a mosquito as if would not be bothered by her slow voice.

Unfortunately, it became so disturbing. Of course!!, because he was just able to calm Love with his explosive jealousy when he found Yiona was teasing him. Although in the end Love managed to be the savior for the aggressiveness of the queen bee, but she was faced with the tantrums of Love.

" You can't reject him firmly??.. Haidar can. Or indeed deliberately seek the benefits of the bad lady ".

However the rage of Love, like anything blindly the woman beat her chest, will eventually be calmed down by a tight hug. Although at first always full of rejection, but when the rhythm of their heartbeat has been rhythmic. His two soft hands would become busy looking for a resting place and struggling to hold his own body.

And that is when he will rise up. Namu Baskara Mighty, will be more powerful when Love has touched the core of magma at the bottom of his heart. Had Haidar not appeared at that time with a sinless face that shone his innocent eye light.

Haidar is still petrified and working on his two eyeballs with 'stupid and innocent, like adorable kittens. He could even still listen to the de-legant voice and the soft gulps, which then made him smile clumsily.

He.he.he.he.hhave you 'sister .

Maybe so thought Namu, when he saw finally smiling wrong behavior. But there was no sign the little sister was about to pass.

Finally, Love who realized the presence of others in that place immediately broke away from Namu's embrace. He bowed deeply while briefly wiping his hot and thickened lips.

" Yeahaa-aaaaffff..... ".

And Namu growled softly, while Haidar eventually pulled himself back

" Continue. amaaaaan with me ".

Still had heard his brother's typical swearing.

" Sontoloyo !!!!".

Haidar chuckled, as he immediately passed towards his own study.

Perfect romance ... but they used to be bloody fighting for it. Look now, the whole world has become a place where both of them make love. The struggle of dozens of years and thousands of wounds and longs, now began to pay off.

So, for him who started it yet. This world has millions of possibilities, the theory of conservation of energy can be matched by the paradox theory. But surely ... no leaf fell without being inscribed on Arsy the Khalik.

Haidar smiled wider and wider, and clutched the bubble wrap box.

' Come ... let's start again with a smile ', whispered to the heart that had snuggled up fretfully.

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

Decided to bring his beloved wife. Waiting with a little thumping, scanning one by one the air creatures that came out through the arrival door. When that familiar figure and face seemed to step gracefully, wearing casual navy pants with soft yellow tops.

Cook just like a few decades ago, when the face of the beautiful yellow-skinned teenager Langsat turned back. Giving the most beautiful smile which then became the axis of rotation of his life. She remains very beautiful and charming. The woman who had given birth to two children for him, who every day always made him fall in love.

Arjuna smiled, but his heart was wide open to see the reality of how he was so still bubbling as he stared at the graceful figure of Hana.

" Miss me ? ".

" Badly.. ".

Hana laughed at her husband's answer. Then the two men intertwined their fingers, lightly stepping towards the parking lot.

" It's been a long time since two dates were like this ".

" Want to continue ? ".

" Aren't you busy ? ", this time Hana who was half-sniffing was in disbelief.

" There are children who have begun to be reliable .. the time we date again ".

Of course Hana became unable to hold back her laughter. But she was very happy to hear the words of her husband.

" Where ? ", ask Hana later.

" Legendous place full of romance ".

" Heeemm... 'd?n anlar... is there still that place ? ".

" Maybe .. let's just look there ".

" Is that not a little far away ? ".

And Hana laughed, unable to argue with this handsome man. The most handsome and patient man in his life. The only man who only looks into his eyes will be helpless. The man who has become the only beloved human being on which he rests.

A cafe in the old city area, which offers a romantic and syahdu atmosphere. In the past these two people came to a place that has the meaning of 'Beautiful Memories' when their relationship was tense. Usually due to misunderstandings that spark jealous flames.

Those who were young at the time, had just had a beautiful baby, came to this place to speak with four eyes. Hoping with a different atmosphere, will be able to reduce the turmoil of the soul. And sure enough, all those misunderstandings can be resolved here. While listening to the soft strains of a pleasant romantic song.

Hana's eyes widened happily when she found a building that is now flanked by other buildings in a more modern style, but still looks elegant and beautiful.

" Great ... thirty years .. does not change it. Must have changed the ownership generation yes ".

" Later we will ask the business strategy ".

" Dear brother ... You said you wanted to ask me out .... ", hana reminded him and Arjuna laughed.

Then the two sat down and began ordering the menu. There are several new menus that are up to date following the changing times. But Hana and Arjuna also still find a variety of legendary Mediterranean menus. Both seem so excited.

The choice of the two people was still as it had been, Sharma, Baklava and Kofte. All three are very popular dishes in Turkey and have started to spread all over the world. Hana looks very happy, especially when she found a photo of the two of them on one of the walls.

Rows of photos representing year after year this cafe survives the scourge of the era. It was really nice to see him. The service is also very friendly, especially when you know that the couple who came this time is their customer twenty years ago.

The manager of this place personally came over as soon as he got a report from his men. Very kindly and kindly shook the hands of Hana and Arjuna as when meeting again with distant relatives.

" Mr Arjuna ..with all humility, I asked to be able to take a photo with my father and mother ".

Of course it was immediately welcomed with joy by the couple Hana-Arjuna.

" We have to come here more often, Orlin and Mandala also ", said Hana excitedly.

" Certainly .. Children also ".

Hana held out her thumb, then stuffed the legit Sharma into her mouth. Chew slowly, thoroughly enjoying the minced meat wrapped in the grape leaves. But her pair of eyes found something different from her husband this time.

" Something's bothering you, baby ? ", search.

" You knew right away ", Arjuna chuckled.

" Nearly thirty years dear, I live by inhaling your fragrance as well as your fart ... ".

Arjuna could not help his laughter. This is what she misses so much from a Hannah.

" When you look at me passionately, when angry .. when restless .. I understand. at least eighty percent ".

" This is my wife .. luv you" and Arjuna forgot her age, and she started to go crazy with her crush.

" It's ah .. What's wrong? justsaytheword. Just don't ask for marriage permission again ".

" I'm sorry .. but it looks like so ".

Blaaar!!!!. .. and the lightning struck Hana in the heart. His face paled, his shoulders and arms stiffened. He looked directly into the window of Arjuna's soul. Trying to find a single speck of lies in this man's eyes. But he didn't find it.

" Who ..... the woman ? ", Hana's voice shook. Seen once he was trying to resist the fall of tears.

" Annan ... ", Arjuna tried to reach for his wife's fingers. But this woman dodged and upheld her seat.

" The woman is our son... A love that asks permission to marry ".

" ouch... ". But this really couldn't hold back her crying. He looked down while covering his face with both palms.

" You ... It turns out that Raka really went down your character like this ". Although it sounds relieved, but the upset tone was so pronounced.

" Now more relieved ? .. Our two children will soon be married ". Arjuna smiled gently.

" You made me hang. But ... I .. was so happy that "Hana smiled back and shrank her tears.

" Love will marry the person she loves. And also loved him very much ".

" Ooh.. from the beginning I was sure ..the two of them. Thank goodness that is ... ", Hana looks sparkling happily.

" It turns out ... Love has harbored feelings like this. Like our love story first ... " .

" really ? ", Hana was getting excited. " Aaah. Love must have been sad at that time. But now he has stopped .. thankfully Love still survives with his love for Alend ya ".

" Not Syailendra ... not the man our daughter, Hana loved so much ".

Hana froze again, she looked at Arjuna sharply. But his lips were twisted.

" That young man and Love .. is like the journey of love we used to be. Resisting the feeling in silence, trying to destroy it. But the cry of a heart that loves each other sincerely, never loses the way to reunite each other. Until finally ... both people who love each other sincerely give up..... like we used to ".

" As we used to be ". Hana parroted, because she could no longer think.

" Yes Hana. You still remember how you felt .... those years ? ".

Hana nodded, but her tears melted slowly.

" Do you remember how that longing ripped our hearts apart ? ".

And Hana nodded back.

" Last ... do you remember how happy we were when we were in Sweden first... when we first expressed love to each other ? ".

" Yes, I'll never forget it" and Hana sobbed deeply.

" Our daughter holds the same thing. Our daughter and the young man. He ... has come and asked with the knight.... ".

" Who is he ? ", this time Hana looked impatient.

" Youth .. gentle, kind, mature and responsible .. best foster niece we have ever had .... Baskara Namu Mighty " .

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Author's Corner....

For Dear Reader who does not know the love story of papa Juna and Mama Hana. directly peek at BIDADARI BIRU ....