The Hidden Love

The most effective memories

"What's wrong with your face?" dion asked as soon as he entered the room and then landed his butt on the soft sofa.

A week after the incident in which he spent the night with Vienna in hospital, his health condition had recovered so quickly that he was allowed to go home and undergo outpatient treatment.

It turned out that Adam was really going to realize his wish that time to go indulge. The thing that is usually done by most women, soon he and his friends will be able to feel it later.

Not wanting to miss with his new friends, Dion decided to go to a male spa.

"What's wrong with my face? I've been handsome from birth? you do not know that people often call me like Jay, one of the famous boyband members from the land of ginseng, IKON," said Adam.

"That's not what I mean, why are you guys putting on such a sour look? aren't we going to go have fun?"

"Huh ...," Raka let out a long sigh. "It's all because of the Sultan, he said he had walked an hour ago, in fact I was still on the phone he said."

"Yes, we'll wait."

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Adam parked his car as soon as they reached the courtyard of a two-story building.

"Is this really the place?" ask her to Raka.

"Yes right."

"Well, let's go down, what are you waiting for?" sela Dion's.

"Why is the weather hot this afternoon?" sultan murmured as soon as he got out of the car.

"Who told you to be late? we won't get too hot if you come early" hardik Raka.

"Stop it! you guys keep fighting nowhere. We made a deal from the beginning right, today we're going to have fun. Never mind, let's enjoy today, haven't we ever relaxed like this?" Adam interrupted.

"Yes, there's no point in you fighting. Come on!" reflexively, Dion held Adam's arm.

They walked into the building. Fortunately Raka had made a reservation long ago so once they arrived, there were already two employees who welcomed their arrival and then led them into a large room.

Along they walked in a hallway were seen some people who passed by them. I don't know what they were talking about, the people's eyes kept staring at Dion and Adam.

"Why does everyone who runs into us keep looking at us and whispering?" asked Adam astonished.

"So you feel that way too?" Raka who was walking behind him also replied. "I think I'm the only one who feels it."

They stopped for a moment, Adam and Dion compactly turned his body because the Sultan blocked Adam's arm.

"What's wrong?" adam and Dion asked at the same time.

The four people looked at each other when they saw the Sultan release Dion's hand which had been still coiled in Adam's arm.

"I think this is why these people keep staring at us strangely and gossiping about us" said Sultan.

"Why?" asked Adam innocently.

"Did you not hear what they were talking about us?" again, the Sultan asked.

Adam shook his head, following the two men beside him.

"They think you are g*y" sultan said.

"What?" his three friends screamed loudly.

"Gee!" Dion slightly distanced himself from Adam while shuddering in horror.

Pplajak ...

Adam landed a blow on Dion's head.

"Why did you hit me on the head?" Dion continued to rub his aching head.

"This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't acted. You could've just held me like this. It's disgusting!"

"Where do I know, I'm not on purpose."

"I know you're a lonely man but at least look for a beautiful woman. Don't mak*n oranges," said Adam, fierce.

"Crazy basic! what do you think I am? I'm a normal guy, I'm immune despite being hurt by women a lot. Let's put it this way too many women are after me but I'm the picky one."

"Yes, and your taste is a woman whose age is far above yours, right?" chirps Raka.

"Huh! why did you come and attack me?" Dion looked annoyed at Raka. "It was just a mistake, please don't remind me of that bad past again."

"Are you guys going to keep arguing? when can we get a taste of the spa? it's almost two in the afternoon. We still have to go to the mall anyway, right? come on... didn't you say that today is the time for us to have fun?" Sultan.

Silent.

They followed two employees who were about to take them to a special room.

Two men told them to change their clothes in the dressing room.

Soon, each of them was already lying in bed with a therapist.

"It seems so comfortable, right? it is fitting that women feel at home once linger here," continued Sultan when feeling a gentle massage on his feet.

"You're right, our losses have been desperately banging but never enjoyed it. Too bad," Adam said.

"Easily Disha always drain the contents of my account almost every month to take time to go to the salon. And that's not a little," Raka who was closing her eyes enjoying the touch that made her relax was not to be outdone.

"What about you, Dion?" ask Adam.

"It was also my first experience. In the past, where there was such a relaxing time because every day I was preoccupied with the many demands of work" explained Dion.

"Oh yeah, I forgot that you're a precocious one" Adam said in a mocking tone.

"Not mature in time but successful at a young age more precisely."

"Eh, by the way what about Vienna? I wonder what really happened to you guys first? if I may guess, is it some kind of love story that hasn't been delivered yet or what?" sela Raka's.

"Me too, tell us about your past with him first?"

They continued to say to each other even though they could not see directly because they were being massaged.

"There aren't many memories between us. In that short month's time the single most memorable memory was when she and I ran after the last bus that came at the bus stop near our tutoring place," dion said with a smile that certainly could not be seen by his friends.

"Then?" asked Raka impatiently.

"Maybe that was the first time I held a girl's hand. I used to be a bengal like a delinquent but for courtship issues, no ! and that ...," Dion's speech was cut off because as fast as lightning Raka grabbed.

"Makes you very happy? I can imagine the sweetness when Dion and Vienna teenagers met."

"You love her?" the question just slid from the mouth of the Sultan, making the asked also reply.

"Oh, I used to be innocent when it came to romance. I myself don't know what love is, which I obviously feel comfortable being around."

"Then what about him himself? how does she feel about you?" again, Raka asked.

"He loves me" said Dion.

"really?"

"That's what he told his friend and his friend told me."

"Well, what's the reason for leaving without leaving any message to you? he could have said his heart before leaving, right?" ask Sultan.

"You know he's shy, right? plus it's like that."

"What circumstances?" cut Sultan.

"He was just a baby who was dumped by his mother in front of the gate of an orphanage. He could go to a favorite high school because he got a student duty, maybe that's what made him feel discouraged."

"Where did he go? you haven't told us."

"To Japan" Dion replied.

"What's? you said he was ...," Raka's speech was interrupted.

"There was a couple who had no children and adopted him. The couple was a diplomat, an Indonesian envoy to Japan. At that time they did not have much time because they had to return to Japan immediately. They promised to take care of Vienna and make what they aspire to come true, that's why without a second thought Vienna would follow them."

"And that's why you chose to be a diplomat?" the Sultan's speech was almost inaudible as it was covered by a pillow. At the moment the man is on his stomach.

"Yes, I was scared. I think bad things will happen to Vienna like a dark story of a child being adopted and abused by his adoptive parents, like in most movies. That's why I've been studying so I can graduate faster and become a diplomat so I can catch up with him to Japan."

"And you went there?"

"Once I became a diplomat, I followed him to Japan, that day. It was hard for me to ask to be sent there, and by all means I tried to gather information about him. But once I get there ...,"

"What's going on? if you speak clearly, don't be cut off!" exclaimed Raka, feeling annoyed because Dion cut his sentence right at the tense moment.

"It turns out his parents have moved to another country. Inevitably I had to spend two years there before I asked my superiors to give me the mutation. Countless how much time I spent searching for it, until I finally saw a woman who managed to steal my attention. I feel bad myself, why am I always in love with a girl. No exception Hanum."

"Stop talking about my wife or will Iob*k your mouth!" sultan said, wrathful.

"I have converted Brother, I know it is wrong and I will not dirty my short life in the world by making the same mistake" Dion replied.

"The orphanage girl was Mau ...,"

"Do you need to continue your sentence, Raka?" Sultan throbbing.

"It seems like a lot of men are sensitive these days. Like the wives when the monthly guests just come." Raka let out a breath.

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