The Match is Not the Wrong Address

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"Ma, we need to move out of here as soon as possible. Meysa was no longer strong," Meysa whined in the middle of her cries.

The mother gently stroked Meysa's hair. And how surprised he was when his fingers were filled with Meysa's hair. Mama Indah getting sobbed and tightened her embrace.

"Pity Juna, honey. Why did you have to hide everything from him? Juna will be devastated, son." Mama Indah's body shook considering her daughter's condition.

"Ma, Juna will be more hit with Meysa's true state. Juna will easily forget Meysa when she hates Meysa. Please, Ma. Meysa once asked Mama to obey Meysa's wishes. We go home, Ma. Mey wants to live the rest of Mey's life there quietly."

Meysa closed both her eyes. Feeling tightness in the chest when saying it. Her tears flowed so fast, considering that her age doctor will not be long.

Not wanting to add to her daughter's grief, Mama Indah immediately packed up for her move. In the afternoon when her father came home, Mama Indah told meysa all the complaints with tears.

Heavy indeed when he had to leave the job, which was reaching the peak of success in the department he held.

But her daughter's happiness is her only top priority right now. He immediately took care of the resignation letter from the company where he worked.

The next morning, Meysa and her mother's father had prepared with their three large suitcases. A taxi stopped in front of their house.

Meysa entered assisted by Mama Indah. He looked out the window, many memories in the house. Including his memories with Arjuna, his favorite man.

"Meysa," call her mama soft.

Even when the taxi started to drive Meysa was still staring softly back. Until the shadow of his house completely disappeared.

"Mama knows how you feel. Mama will always be next to you, baby," said the mother pulling Meysa in her arms.

"Why did God give Meysa such a big test, Ma? Why should Meysa? Why doesn't God give Meysa happiness?" she cried roaring.

"Prophey, dear." That is all Mama Indah can say. His throat was stuck withholding cries.

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Dusk, a tinge of orange lit up the clear sky that afternoon. Arjuna is excited to visit Meysa's house. A day without meeting, longing pours out at the bottom of his veins.

Both of his legs were perfectly tracing on the tightly closed porch of the house. Arjuna swung his fingers to knock on the door. Carrying a fruit basket in his other hand.

"Ma, Meysa!" he called the owner of the house.

Fifteen minutes later, he stood up and knocked on the door. Now, he began to feel angry because it never opened. But Arjuna never gave up. He placed the fruit basket on the table on the terrace and walked to the side of the house.

Knocking on the window, calling Meysa's name over and over, even peeking out from behind the dark glass and behind the door.

Didn't find anything. His chest was pounding. He was afraid something might happen to Meysa. Arjuna is furious, he immediately reached into his cell phone and contacted Meysa.

"Honey, where are you?" muttered Arjuna huffled back and forth to stick a cell phone in his ear.

Dozens of times Arjuna contacted him, but could not connect at all. The operator always answers. Same with my mom's phone number.

Both of the man's knees were squeezed, he was crying sitting on the floor. Many bad thoughts were stirring in his heart at this moment.

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