The Match is Not the Wrong Address

Don't Go

"Yes... You don't want to marry me, Zi?" ask Arjuna stammered.

"What model application is this phone? Iss is not romantic at all" Ziya said with a jutek.

In his shadow was proposed a man in a romantic way, at least a romantic dinner or something. This is only by phone. Where do you want nerima?

Juna exhaled a rough breath. "I'm sorry. But I have to take care of Meysa first. Her mother dropped because some days did not eat, she kept thinking. So I asked them to go home first. Tomorrow morning I go to the house huh," Jayu Juna tried to explain.

"No need. Emm .. I'm sleepy, brother. It was just the first." Without waiting for a reply, Ziya turned off her phone throwing it away.

Juna rubbed his face violently. "Relax, calm down, go all in with a cool head. Huuft, it seems too rushed. But I'm afraid people will come before me. It must be more funny face if again crave," muttered Arjuna staring at the face of Ziya who became the wallpaper.

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Early in the morning, Ziya was already struggling in the kitchen helping her mother and ART. She was very excited to cook that morning. His plan will surprise his heart. Because of his guilt last night.

He knew he shouldn't be angry. Although his little heart was pinched when the man gave Meysa priority. The woman who has filled her heart for so long. Lie if the taste goes away completely. Or indeed Ziya who was not easy to believe just like that.

"You're so excited, Zi? Usually the laziest wake up early," reprimanded his mother while tasting his homemade capcay.

"Hehe. Can you go to the hospital, Mom? Look at Meysa."

"No college?" asked mom to squint her eyes.

"There's a noon hour, ma'am. Can you pack food too?" pinta Ziya hesitated.

The mother's forehead shriveled. "Isn't he in the hospital already fed? He can't eat carelessly, '" said Ms. Resi.

"It's not for Mey. But make Kak Juna," he murmured softly while grinning.

With the spirit of 45 Ziya inching from his seat then dashed into the room to prepare. It didn't take long, he was down with jeans and a white blouse wrapped around his body. Don't forget to call one of his friends to drive him.

"Just go, Mom. Assalamualaikum." Ziya kissed her mother's dumbfounded hand. Because he had not even had breakfast but just came out with a small run.

"Waalaikumsalam," said the mother shaking her head. Surprised by his daughter's behavior.

Arriving at the hospital, Ziya opened the door slowly. He tilted his head, peering into Meysa's room.

"Loh, empty. Where are they?" murmured Ziya wondered.

He stepped in, faintly hearing gurgling in the bathroom. Then his eyes widened with his mouth open when he saw Meysa in Arjuna's arms, wrapped around the man's neck.

Like being stabbed by thousands of needles, his heart ached at the sight. He gulped his saliva soaking in the esophagus that suddenly dried up.

Meysa who was still limp, could only lean her head on Arjuna's chest. His eyes were closed too. But not with Juna looking up as his tail caught someone in the doorway.

The deg!

Their views meet each other. Juna was still holding Meysa's frail body. His steps felt heavy. His body trembled in fear. Like being caught cheating.

Ziya smiled bitterly, his eyes poised to shed the tears that had inundated his two neutrals. Without a sound he turned out of the room. Juna immediately put Meysa down slowly, covered her and bailed her out for a while.

"Don't go!" lirih Meysa held Arjuna's arm that was preparing to run.

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