The Match is Not the Wrong Address

I'm sorry

Meanwhile, Arjuna let out a heavy sigh. Release the door handle and turn around. He stepped up to scrape the distance on Ziya. The girl lowered her head, her hands pulling the blanket up to her thighs.

Juna sat himself on the edge of the bed, making the girl shift her body. However, Juna's arms rest between Ziya's arms. Their bodies were very close, making the hearts of both of them beat uncontrollably.

"Ziya." Arjuna's heavy voice pierced Ziya's eardrum. Her warm breath swept across the girl's face. Until he held his breath for a moment. His chest cavity seemed to want to explode right then and there.

One hand of Juna flanked Ziya's chin, pointing the girl's face right in front of him. The other hand gently stroked Ziya's head.

"Sorry, really. I didn't mean to play you at all. I just ignite emotions every time I see Rio. But really, Zi. I don't intend to hurt you in the least, nor play you. Everything I said was a lie" Arjuna said sincerely in a low tone.

Clear threads began to fall down on both of Ziya's cheeks. He also contributed to his heartache. The woman could not suppress feelings that should not exist. Even every day it grows.

Even if he knows, loving alone is sick. Realize that Arjuna has committed his love to other women. His brain and heart were out of sync and even clashed. His brain told him to stop loving the man in front of him. But his heart refused hard. It is precisely the more intensively growing the seeds.

"Here you go, I'm fine. Go, Brother. Meysa's sister's been waiting, isn't she?" Ziya tried to divert the conversation. Although he himself feels tight if his lips mention the name of another woman.

"I won't leave before you forgive me," Arjuna stares in both of Ziya's black beads.

Ziya brushed off Arjuna's arms. He turned his face away, wiping away the tears that broke forcefully out of his nest.

"Please, I'm sorry, Zi. I should how? What should I do to forgive me?" juna Whine. He could not be ignored and silenced by the girl. The girl who lately gave color in her life.

Shut up, no answer came from the girl's lips. Ziya was really confused, what to do. Juna is getting frustrated.

Again, Arjuna's phone rang. Juna distanced his body making Ziya able to breathe with relief.

"I .. Yes, Ma." It was Mama Lovely who contacted him. This time his voice was quieter.

Ziya heard all their conversations. He bit his lower lip holding back so that his feelings did not explode right then and there.

"Good, Ma. Juna's on his way," Arjuna said, ending the call.

He put the phone in his pants pocket. Then again grabbed Ziya's hands. "Zi, please. Sorry I am yes. My words the other day were really not from the heart. I just ...."

"Yes! Go already there. Meet your lover," Ziya said, trimming Juna's words by emphasizing the word lover. Giving warning to his own heart, as well as to Arjuna so as not to give him more hope.

The dilemma now felt Arjuna. One side he wants to go to the hospital immediately. On the other hand, it must ease the sulking anger of Ziya. It could have been that he let Ziya be like that, but his heart was heavy doing it.

"Aaaarray! You idiot!" The man grabbed his hair in frustration. To his own stupidity. He stood kicking the wall while shaking his waist. Then his hands clenched against the wall.

With a bang, Ziya turned around. He looked at the source of the voice. His eyes widened.

"Sir Juna what the hell?" sergeant Ziya tried to stand up. Although staggering, he tried to reach the man. Pulling his shirt from behind, intending to deter Arjuna who continues to curse himself.

"Stop, Brother. Don't be like this!" pekik Ziya hugged Arjuna from behind. There is no distance between them. Ziya's head stuck to Arjuna's burly back, while continuing to cry. His thin hands were coiled around the belly of the man who had stolen his heart.

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