The Past...Ye

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It's been two days Runa's cell phone is quiet from the noise of Mr. Rese. There is a bit of kangen too with its keresian. Unknowingly Runa smiled to herself.

As he was about to make breakfast his phone rang displaying Arsan's name. Arsan contacted him via video call.

Runa's hands trembled slightly and her chest was also stiff. He quickly straightened his hair.

"Hey.."

"Hi, Runa. Good morning.."

Sapa Arsan smiled very sweetly.

"Morning too, tumben video call morning - morning. What's up?"

"I guess I'll miss you..."

Arsan did not continue his sentence.

"Kangens? Meanin?"

"This morning I have to go to Surabaya. There's work I need to finish there quick."

"Oh.."

I don't know, Runa felt a little disappointed when he heard that Arsan had to leave.

"But I didn't take long. I promise three days"

"Old is also nothing. What does that have to do with me?"

"But you don't want me to go to Surabaya.."

"Who said? Ngaco!"

"If you can't let me go, I won't go"

"Ih! No! Yes, go, go.."

"Really yes? Okay then, I'll go first, my wife..."

"God!"

Arsan smiles. Runa disconnected her phone.

Indeed, so far as Runa feels, Arsan really loves him. But somehow to himself. He is still traumatized by the shadows of his past. If only the same thing would happen again.

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For three days in Surabaya Arsan was never absent to contact Runa. Always via video call. If asked why, surely Arsan will answer his longing will be slightly reduced if he sees the face of Runa.

While Runa always felt his heart would come off when he had to look at Arsan's face.

Arsan called him again.

"Mr.Rese video call again. Why not lift it?" Melda who was slightly peeking at Runa's phone as they were busy talking about some reports.

"Yes, justin. I'll call you back later..".

Runa was busy checking

some reports.

But Melda didn't care, and she immediately raised the call.

"Halloo.." cried sumringah.

"Eh, why are you picking up the phone? Which runa?"

"Your wife is busy. What the hell is it?"

"Give me the phone to Runa I'll talk!"

Melda handed her phone to Runa.

"What the hell is it?"

"Darling, you want to be carried by - by what? I'm home tomorrow.."

Runa was shocked by what he had just heard.

Melda snatched from behind. "Just bring your heart, sa-yang....".

"God! That kid still there? Sana Melda go there! Just nguping!"

Melda giggled at her mas was angry - angry.

"Yes.iya I ran away. Let me go back, Na?"

Runa nodded while holding back her laughter seeing these two brothers like tom and jerry.

"So how? What do you want?"

"What did you say?"

"You want to be brought by - by what from here?"

Arsan spoke slowly and slowly so that Runa could hear clearly.

Runa shook her head.

"No. That's not. Previously"

Arsan smiled very sweetly.

"Darling?"

Runa nodded.

"Why call him that?"

"Because you are my wife and I love you. Do you love your husband?"

"When did we get married? Don't be shy?"

"Tomorrow, wait for me to come home. I'll marry you"

"Don't start, huh..?"

"Well, what do you want?"

"It's up to you if you make it"

"OK if that's it. See you tomorrow my wife.bye..."

Arsan smiles.

"Bye..". Runa no longer knows how to reject Arsan. The man did not care he never gave up for the sake of breaking Runa's heart.

Runa did not refuse but did not want to immediately accept the love growing in her heart. His past wounds still haunt him. Let the seed of love grow on its own.

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