The Sins of Love

ABOUT ZIYAN

...You are the medicine that makes me easily able to forget all the bad memories, your smile is peace to me...

...-ziyan R.A.-...

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Ziyan parked his bike in any place, the guy entered a luxury apartment that could be reached half an hour from the art gallery, he climbed to the top floor, Ziyan needed a place to scream, he said, Ziyan had to slam or hit something so that her irritation could be slightly dissipated.

Room number 215 was entered, in the apartment there was nothing but expensive furniture, there was no one there, first of all Ziyan targeted were the items located on the nightstand in the exit hallway, Ziyan threw, shouted, damaged and made the clean and nice apartment fall apart.

His breathing was still panting, his face flushed and sweating, content to damage the place then Ziyan knelt on the floor while covering her face with both hands firmly.

"Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrggghhh" Ziyan yelled again to vent her frustration, her mind remembering what she had done to Nasha.

Yes, Nasha. How's the girl? how stupid he had left Nasha there, now that his worry overcame the anger in Ziyan, Ziyan hurriedly pulled out his phone and called Nasha's number, from the end of the phone there is only a woman who said that 'the number you are going to cannot be contacted'. Ziyan was getting anxious, he tried calling again but the result was the same, Ziyan finally came out of his apartment while running as fast as he could.

Nasha went back to the minimarket across from the art gallery, the girl sat down again in her seat, she had also bought a plaster and mineral water from the minimarket, Nasha looked at her bruised knee slightly scratched, tears as hard as her held back.

After Ziyan left her earlier she did not directly look for a way to go home, his mobile phone is dead he can not order an ojek online but in the area a lot of taxis that can deliver him to the house.

But somehow Nasha instead chose to go back to the minimarket, what did she expect? does Nasha still hope that Ziyan will return to that place and pick her up? I don't know, Nasha just can't go home, her heart doesn't like letting her leave, the tightness in her chest gets bigger because she feels so stupid to expect something from someone, Nasha hates wishing on others because she knows it will only disappoint her. All this time the girl had always held her heart back from having hope, at anything more than anyone, but Ziyan almost destroyed her belief, and because Ziyan now Nasha felt what a disappointment it was.

Nasha felt very cold even though he had used a cardigan and this was a hot Jakarta but it felt like Nasha's body was very cold, as well as his heart.

Ziyan was running around like a madman in the art gallery area, looking for Nasha at the last place she left the girl, Ziyan then looked at the minimarket across from the art gallery, from there Ziyan saw Nasha sitting down while bowed, her hands were holding onto her knees and now she opened a plaster and glued it on her knees.

Ziyan was now in front of Nasha while the girl was still looking at her bruised knee, a pair of shoes she saw below she knew whose shoes belonged, Nasha then raised her face to look at Ziyan, his eyes began to glaze over.

Nasha stood in front of Ziyan and pushed the body away, as if Nasha had run out of energy even Ziyan's body was not moving in the least.

"Why go? why did you go?" Nasha smacked Ziyan's chest with the rest of the strength she had, the punch didn't even hurt at all and Ziyan only received the punch with pleasure, even if Nasha slapped or stabbed him even if Ziyan would accept it, Ziyan felt she deserved it.

Nasha's teary eyes only one blink and can be sure Nasha will cry

"I'm afraid, I don't think you'll ever come back here again, my chest hurts a lot" Nasha looked at Ziyan sadly as well as Ziyan who looked back at Nasha with a very sorry feeling, Ziyan had never heard Nasha say afraid that the girl was always strong and dared to face anything

"Gue emang brengs*k" Ziyan said softly, her heart breaking to see Nasha like this

"I'm sorry!" nasha exclaimed as she smacked Ziyan in the chest again "I apologize!" he said once again, now that Nasha could not hold back her tears anymore, sadness, annoyance, disappointment all spilled in front of Ziyan, she covered her face with both hands in shame crying in public places.

"Sorry" Ziyan pulled Nasha into her arms, this was the first time Ziyan saw Nasha cry, her heart felt so broken

What's it like to be that sick? usually Nasha can hold back her feelings, how scary or painful it is, Nasha can always hold on, but this time Nasha looks very vulnerable the girl is crying a hiccup in Ziyan's arms.

After Nasha had calmed down enough Ziyan took her away from the place, they stopped at a luxurious apartment half an hour away from the art gallery. Yes, Ziyan brought Nasha to her apartment earlier.

Nasha got off Ziyan's motorbike and looking around her, the girl did not move from where she was standing as Ziyan pulled her hand to enter

Ziyan saw there was concern on Nasha's face

"Why?"

"What are we doing here?" although there is no apartment writing, Nasha knows that the building is an apartment

Ziyan smiled hearing that, it seemed like Nasha was scared because she brought him there

"Gue won't say anything, I swear" Ziyan tried to convince Nasha, while Nasha just looked at Ziyan, and finally Nasha walked after Ziyan

Ziyan took Nasha to the top floor, on that floor there were only luxury rooms consisting of three units only and one of them belonged to Ziyan, the two of them get there and Ziyan does not take Nasha to her room, she takes Nasha to the balcony of a very spacious and luxurious apartment, the place is very beautiful with the decoration of lights and flowers such as a small garden, the balcony of the apartment is one of the facilities for the occupants of luxury rooms, from up there Jakarta city lights look very beautiful, Nasha walked to the end of the balcony to see the night view of Jakarta

It seemed Ziyan knew what Nasha needed right now was fresh air, and all Ziyan needed right now was to see Nasha was fine

"Sorry" those words suddenly came out again from Ziyan's mouth, Nasha then turned her head towards him and just stared without saying anything, a few seconds they were just looking at it like that, in Ziyan's eyes there was so much regret and sorrow

Ziyan took Nasha to sit on one of the benches overlooking the view of Jakarta, they both sat there while enjoying the lights of the city, the atmosphere now feels so peaceful and soothing

"People earlier, my father" Ziyan opened the conversation

"The one who has the wallet?" nasha asked, Ziyan nodded

"Gue doesn't want much about him, even no beautiful memory at all" Ziyan was silent for a moment while looking deeply into Nasha's eyes looking for peace there "all I want is brengs*knya behavior only, aja, when I was a child almost every day I saw my mother always hit by the same person, her attitude and words were always rude even she said that my mother was pel*cur" Ziyan's eyes looked very sad, Nasha had never seen Ziyan like this, the man always smiled at her a lot and behaved so funny, people would never have expected this school delinquent to be so fragile

"At that time I was 6 years old, I could not do anything to wriggle mama beaten, even mama always hide me every time she was beaten for fear of brengs* people*k it will hit me too" Ziyan smiled bitterly telling her when Nasha knew there was so much sadness and anger clearly reflected in Ziyan's face, this also makes Ziyan help Diandra when hit by Alex, he can not see a woman being hit because it will restore the memory of his parents, he said, Ziyan hated men who beat women, now that Ziyan was not a child anymore, he had grown up as a strong adult man and could fight back, she said, that was why Ziyan couldn't help but see a woman being hit.

"My father was 8 years old finally me and my mother can run away from the brengs*k man, since then my life and my mother was a fugitive, I was a fugitive, I could never live in peace in one city because every one of his men could find us, we had to run away again and continue like that"

"Gue changed schools many times, until I did not want what as long as I had a friend or not, and finally fit me in class 3 Junior High mama ngajakin I moved again to Jakarta, Jakarta, I don't know what happened but since then mom and the brengs*k guy are officially divorced"

"Mom ngijinin I met him, and you know? I went back to his house after all my years with my mother run away, the place was more rich hell because there brengs*k people are living peacefully with their new family" Ziyan smiled bitterly again, Ziyan bitterly, Nasha could only look at him, wanting to feel like Nasha was holding Ziyan as hard as she could, but Nasha held her back.

"Their family is perfect, the man loves his son and his new wife sha, their life is very happy and I'm disgusted to squirm it"

"Why sha? why is he so bad to me and my mom? but he loves his new wife and son? during this time my mother and I lived hard, mama had to work odd jobs here and there for my expenses, even me and mama never had a house to live in, we could never live peacefully, he said, but he's. She lives happily with her family, this is not fair sha" Nasha's tears trickle back to see Ziyan's teary eyes

"After the divorce, my mother's life can return to peace but I hate the same person"

Nasha knew very well how tight and painful she was when she had to endure the crying and at this moment Ziyan was not crying but her heart was crying and it was very dangerous, when someone cries in his heart it will be a hard wound to heal, knowing it makes Nasha cry more and more

"How come you're crying?" ziyan asked as she wiped the tears that fell on Nasha's cheek

"I'm sorry yaa" said Ziyan and Nasha shaking her head

"Kalo lo nangis gini my heart even more so sick" hearing that Nasha hastily wiped away her tears

"I can't stop, her tears come out on their own" Nasha said with a hiccup, her nose now turned as red as a tomato, and Ziyan was finally able to smile at Nasha's innocence

"Lo's feet hurt?" now that Ziyan's eyes moved to Nasha's knees wearing plaster, Nasha shook her head saying no

"Kok we can come here anyway?" asked Nasha with a voice that still sounded paraw because of crying, his eyes looked around the place, Nasha knew the place could not be entered carelessly

"My house is here, you want to stop by? again there was no one" Ziyan started trying to mischievously to make Nasha better, Nasha hit Ziyan on the shoulder while frowning, Ziyan chuckled at her.

His father did buy Ziyan apartment but the place was also rarely Ziyan lived, only occasionally if Ziyan wanted to get together with his friends, usually Ziyan goes back to her mother's contract even though Ziyan's mother is also rarely in the rented house because of work.

"That guy always wants me to stay with him, but I don't want to be my money" Ziyan said with a mischievous smile

"All right now I'm asking for cars, motor sports, apartments, branded goods and you know? always in buyin sha, hahaha" Ziyan laughed when Nasha knew it was just a fake laugh, Ziyan was not such a person

"Gue has never seen him again since the 3rd grade of Junior High, maybe 4 years old and always his assistant who met my needs" Ziyan continued with a very disappointed face

"His wallet is still in lo? let me give it to his assistant"

"Udah I love to the police station, abis want behind it also ga taw his address" Nasha did not memorize very well the ins and outs of the city of Jakarta so he chose to find a police station around it only

"Away from the police station? why not just go home from the police station?"

Nasha pouted considering how confused and sad she was at the time and she also had to walk to the police station to return the wallet she found "have not been discussed again, tell me who's ninggalin?" nasha said scowling

"Not even the princess" Ziyan stroked Nasha's hair gently.

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