Unanimous

WIYA TO ILHAM - Ended as a friend

Occasionally the sound of water splashing because of the jump of small fish that rise to the surface as if not want to tension longer on this wooden floor.

Glorious inspiration, there is nothing less than him. He is handsome, well-established, unpretentious, very considerate and manages to attract the attention of both of Wiya's parents.

There is indeed a sense of comfort when adjacent to Ilham, he really understands everything about Wiya. Inspiration is very wise to face the work problems that Wiya complained about him. But Wiya never imagined a relationship more than just friends. His problem.

Wiya pulled her palm slowly.

“Wiya, those are all the words I want you to hear. Now give me your answer. Answer it consciously. Dark mumps have not faded”

The round-eyed sweet girl was still choked trying to compose a sentence. While the sky was pale. Is the morning approaching ?

“Sa-me, I “

Wiya tried to pull out a sentence even though it faltered. A moment to talk and then silence the next

Hey look

Just a little dark left

And we just stared at each other

Will it also stay ?

No Wiya, no I wouldn't have expected

“HAAAAD..."  Wiya breathed heavily along with her fear. Face !!! yes now it is Wiya's turn to speak.he will finish his sentence.Tonight there should be no more in between the two of them.

“Ilham , whatever sentence I will express . That won't be the answer you expect. That's why I can only say, sorry !“

Never had the experience of being shot, automatically had no experience resisting. I don't know what Ilham felt after that sentence got out of Wiya's mouth. The look of hope had now changed into a sweet smile that Wiya had never thought before, giving little courage to express the next sentence.

“Ilham , please forgive me, I could have forced our relationship more than we are now living. But I'm sure you'll be impatient waiting for me to open the heart”

The smile was growing, even now showing the jaws that make Ilham's face look more handsome.

“Ilham, don't be like that I beg you. You said nothing would change, right ? I still want us to be friends “

Shouldn't Inspiration be sick to hear this rejection ? but why does that smile not imply the slightest disappointment. What he felt was actually relieved and like a burden that he had been enduring was lost to yawn so

only, with the night wind getting colder.

Inspiration rubbed Wiya's hair gently. Wiya closed her eyes enjoying the touch on her head .

“Why are you apologizing to me? Oh yeah I know, you must have realized that you made a mistake, right?”

“haa? I, no, what's my fault?”

“You are guilty of imprisoning my feelings for so long just to express this. And tonight I'm finally free from thinking about you. I know how you feel. I'm ill. But it hurts even more if I don't reveal it tonight. Thank you Wiya, Thank you for answering my question" Wipe at

“Ih... you already look like bang Iwan deh, really seneng mengeberantakin people” whisker Wiya while looking at the cell phone as a mirror to tidy up his hair again.

“Wiya“

“Ya?“ Reply Wiya with the softest tone.

“ Starting tonight we're friends?”

“Hey, you forgot we've been friends since long“

“No ! you forget, since long ago I never considered you as a friend”

“Hm, you have started tonight consider me so, I am your friend, we are friends Ilham.”

“But, I never heard I an so in friendship “ Ilham satirize the acute habit Wiya calls himself with “saya” .

“Hahahhaha, as important as that call call is so in your life.”.

“Can ?”

“Iya Ilham Yes, I can “

Then Ilham was just anxious to see the little girl laughing and couldn't help but pull her nose.

“Sakiit” shouts Wiya lands one punch on Ilham's arm.

***

May the stars of the night be reluctant to watch two humans share feelings that turned out to be happier when they were just friends.

Ilham drove Wiya home. The atmosphere on the trip was very pleasant no longer like it was when they left. The two of them did not even hesitate to laugh together when Ilham mispronounced the lyrics of the western song played by the radio broadcaster accompanied their journey.

If in the cafe acoustic sound koplo, now classical music sounds remixed

they sing along even with the movement of banging knees with hands as if following the beat of music, head left and right, the mouth kamit komat follow a discordant tone.

Tonight, it's their story. Just being friends is not as bad as I imagine.

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CUNG WHO WANTS TO BE THE FUTURE WIFE OF INSPIRATION. WKWKW..

JAN KASI KENDORRR YAAA

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