
Rangga was about to undo his intention to meet the friend, but all too late when Arka first saw and called the man who had turned the body.
"Rangga, come! Where are you going?" arka said by shouting considering the distance of the two is quite far.
Rangga who had walked it stopped his steps, then turned his body to look towards the source of the voice.
"What are you doing there? Come here!" tell Arka while waving his hand.
With heavy steps, the man approached towards the gazebo where the couple was sitting with their hands together.
My God, would I only be used as a mosquito repellent if forced to be in this place.
Rangga smiled wryly and began to land his body to sit in the same gazebo with his best friend and his wife.
"I'm sorry, I've been bothering you both." It was heard that Rangga sighed deeply, which made Zara uncomfortable and chose to leave them both.
"No problem, Sir. After all, I still have a lot of business inside" Zara said with her index finger pointing to the main house.
"But, baby. You don't want to sit around with us?" Arka who did not understand the situation still hold the wife to continue with him.
The girl got up and took off the hand between the two.
"I just want to make a drink, baby. It won't be long."
"All right." Although heavy, Arka let the girl she loved away from the front to the house. Until the girl disappeared in the kitchen door balim, Arka was still able to take a look. Until Rangga also cleared his throat to divert his eyes.
"Ehem."
Arka began to blink, then looked at the friend with a questionable look.
"Why?"
"You look so in love with her" seduced Rangga.
"Of course, she's my wife" replied Arka a little bit ketus which made Rangga immediately laughed loudly.
"Do you love Anastasya as much as you love Zara?"
The words of Rangga who had no idea what it meant made Arka confused.
"You mean?"
Rangga, who fell into error, became completely wrong.
"Forget it, let's just say it if I never say it."
Arka then pulled the arm of the friend to sit on a chair under a shady tree. It will feel more comfortable and look relaxed.
"You came, you must have wanted to ask me about something important, right?"
Rangga. Although not yet spoken, but his best friend was able to read the direction of his goal came to this house.
"But before that, can I ask you one thing?"
"What's that about?" Arka knitted her brows, trying to guess Rangga's question.
"Where do you get a wife as innocent and as good as your wife. The girl reminded me of Anastasya, when I first knew her. Plain, pretty, and kind."
Arka breathed a sigh of relief, she thought that her best friend would throw a question that was difficult to answer, but in fact was able to make Arka smile thinly.
"What, you mean?" Rangga was made to not understand.
"Anastasya asked me to marry Zara. Although the girl initially refused, but in fact we still married. After all, I also like the girl Anastasya chose and have no intention of rejecting her."
Now Rangga became more confused.
"I'm sure there was a big tempest before I got home, right?"
Arka does not dispute. "It is precisely those toughest moments that make our love deeper."
Rangga thought deeply, for some reason now he began to burn with jealous fire.
"You and Anastasya look good. Otherwise, how could Anastasya know your taste and choose a girl whom you yourself cannot refuse to marry."
Arka was stunned, feeling a difference from the way the man beside her spoke.
"One heart, you mean?"
"You have an attachment to each other. You also have an inner closeness, which Anastasya can know what you want. I forgot, if you've been two years." Rangga sighed deeply and released it slowly. "What, have you guys slept together?" After saying that, Rangga turned his face away. I am not willing to look at the face of my friend.
From a distance a waiter approached with a tray containing drinks.
"Please, sir," said the servant.
"Where's my wife?" Wasn't Zara the one who intended to make them drinks. So fill Arka's mind.
"Miss is resting in the room, sir," the servant who was about to turn the body.
"All right."
The waiter also left. Leaving the two men still silent to each other.
"Rangga," said Arka. "You are my closest friend. We grew up together, our ages are not so different. I even considered him like my own brother. You know everything about me, inside or out." Arka looked at the two sticky Rangga netra, which immediately made the man bowed, even regretting the words he had uttered a moment ago.
"Sorry."
"We are legitimate in the eyes of law or religion. We are lawful to do whatever is in the marriage relationship. But know, I hold fast to the promise I once made to you. When you came on your knees asking for protection from Anastasya. Then you said if you still loved her and promised to come back. That's where I made a promise to myself not to touch Anastasya and hand her back to you for you to marry."
Rangga bit his lower lip. He squeezed his own fingers. How wrong he has done, it has a more painful impact on his own friend.
"I-I'm sorry."
"So never say if I have done a lot of things to Anastasya, even if we are halal. He's completely untouched. I love Zara more than anything. Although Anastasya was more everything than Zara, but to me, Zara was still the most beautiful girl on earth, so I would never turn away from her."
Rangga started to sob. Swiping the face and spontaneously grasping the body of the friend tightly. Sobbing on Arka's shoulder, Rangga was very sorry. He was too stupid because he had doubted his friend and intended to damage the trust he gave.
"I'm sorry, I was a fool for not believing you." Rangga had not yet let go of the crib and was still crying on Arka's shoulder.
"That's natural. All of that must be because of your love that is still stored for Anastasya. I'll have a wedding reception soon. There you can meet Anastasya, and fight back."
Hearing the good news, Rangga spontaneously loosened his embrace and looked at the face of the friend with a sparkling look.
"really?"
"certain. Then fight. Maybe this is your last chance to meet and fight back for your love."
Rangga smiled haru. He nodded while saying a prayer. Hopefully for this time, he can bring Anastasya to speak from the heart without emotion