Unforgettables

Recognition

A gripping night. The two elderly couples were standing on the balcony behind the house with their own thoughts.

The middle-aged man who was smoking cigarettes was now throwing his cigarette butts in frustration. He turned his head and looked at the woman he referred to as his wife restlessly. How not? On his return from the party his wife did not speak to him at all. Even ignoring himself. The man now unceasingly looked at the woman beside him until she finally spoke up and returned her gaze.

"What did you tell him?" Ask the curly haired woman.

"Nothing." Answer the man.

"Don't lie. You don't think I know what you told Arga."

The middle-aged man sighed furiously. Before then he sizzled.

"It's none of your business." Said the man about to turn around.

"Of course it's my business. Arga is your son, so he is also my son so I am entitled to him!"

The man is silent. But then turned to look at the cynical woman who was now the same looking at him cynically.

"He hates you." Said cold.

"I know, but I don't. How much he-"

"Enough! Do you not understand all my efforts from the past until now Merlin? You know, I left Ratna just for you!? For your sake I gave everything and left my family!" The man looked very frustrated. While the woman he shouted actually looked so relaxed.

"That's all your fault."

The man cringed. "What do you mean?"

"Well! It's all your fault! You think you're the only one who sacrificed? No Albert! I'm the one who sacrificed so much for you!"

"What are you talking about Merlin? Are you blaming what is happening now? Just so you know, it's all useless!"

The middle-aged woman no longer held herself back from shedding grievous tears and was full of regret. "I don't know, I don't know anymore.Even because of you, I've left my only child. I became an evil mother all because of you! I'm really sorry!"

"It's too late for Merlin, we've come this far. And we won't be able to back down."

The woman covered her own face with both hands. Resisting the pain with tears that are not ceaselessly flowing. "If only I had not been blinded by your love and your foul seduction. Maybe I'm still with my son..."

"Enough Merlin! What the fuck are you? Do you regret living with me? Don't be stupid!"

The woman lowered her arms and looked at the man who was now looking at her emotionally. "Well, I've regretted it. I am so sorry to be with you!"

THE PLAQUE!

"Don't be so rude! I am your husband! Look Merlin, I don't want to hurt you more but if you dare to talk about your fucking son again, then I won't hesitate to punish you! For now I forgive you but next time, there's no forgiveness for you."

The middle-aged man finally waltzed away. While the woman named Merlin was only able to sit down resignedly withstanding the pain in her left cheek due to the hard blow of her own husband Albert.

His tears were still rushing along with the pain of the beautiful shadow a beautiful and cheerful little boy was in his current memory. "I'm sorry, son,"

He smiled bitterly as one drop of his tears fell back. The tightness of his chest tormented him so much when the regrets he was no longer able to fix.

"I'm sorry for the mother who abandoned you.."

"Sorry.."

One tear came back. His chest grew increasingly claustrophobic and claustrophobic especially as he remembered that one name he had on his mind. The beautiful name he spoke even he craved for years. The name he always missed and the name that always made him happy.

"Fika. forgive mom."

 

The night breeze blew, waving the beautiful brown hair of the woman who is now sitting behind the motorcycle seat owned by a man named Iqbal.

There was no conversation between them. Drifting in each other's minds the two filled the journey with mute silence.

Fika who did not also release her memory of the figure that never lost in her memory made her more curious what and where the man was at this time. What did he do with that woman named Aliasia? What exactly is their relationship? Does he mean a lot to Arga?

Tonight, everything will be revealed. And tonight will be decisive for Fika. Will he give up? Or just back to fighting.

For half an hour they paved the cold, lonely road. Iqbal who had never stopped seeing Fika behind the rearview of his motorcycle was only able to resign because he saw Fika who was so moody. To be honest, this was the first time he saw the fika semuram because what he had seen so far was the cheerful Fika. It was not Fika who was currently, full of pressure, worry and anxiety.

He wanted to erase all the sadness that Fika was feeling right now, but what could he do? He knew Fika's happiness wasn't him. His rival, Arga Aldiano.

"We're almost at Fik." Said Iqbal who was immediately embraced by Fika.

Iqbal further accelerated the speed of his motorbike, until at the end of the fork he turned his motorbike into a spacious and luxurious platform. Fika's eyes were directed at each row of housing neatly lined up behind the big fences.

"Whose house is Bal?" Shouted Fika did not stop seeing every house there.

"Here."

Iqbal flicked the speed of his motor at a house at the end of the perum. The house was smaller than the previous houses. But the house looks so comfortable with the flower garden around it. And green grass illuminated by beautiful garden lights.

Fika got off the motor Iqbal, he was uniforming all parts of the house. But there are things that make it back feel crowded. His brown eyes were now fixed on a car parked beside the house. The car is no stranger to him. It was a car owned by Arga Aldiano.

Somehow explain it, but Fika is currently still able to hold back his tears that are trying to get out. He tries to toughen up. Even just looking at the guy's car left him helpless. What if he saw that guy in the background and together...

"Don't run!" That voice, no stranger. Fika Spontam turned her head and sure enough. That person was the one he had been looking for since.

"Argha.." Fika was about to approach Arga who was running small chasing the girl who ran ahead of him. But Fika's action was endured by Iqbal's arm which actually held him back from leaving.

"Don't Fik."

"Why?"

"For now don't be Fik. Please beat me up."

Hearing Iqbal's plea that Fika thought was strange. But Fika decided to obey him this time. He stood beside Iqbal watching Arga from a distance with a little boy playing with him.

"That's what Alisia's called?" Fika asked with a sweet smile to see the cute little boy.

Iqbal paused for a moment before he replied. "No. That's not Alisia."

Fika looked at Iqbal. "Then where's Alisia?"

"SIZE!"

The sound of shouting again sounded out from the house made Fika and Iqbal both turn their heads and look at the person.

Fika fell silent. His eyes were still fixed on the beautiful woman with black hair loose up to his back. A sweet smile engraved on his lips formed a dimple on his cheek signifying how happy he was at the moment.

"SIZE!" Call the girl again. He approached Arga and Arga smiled to welcome him.

The tightness and pain is what Fika now feels. That smile, a sincere smile from Arga just before he left. Her smile was fixed for her before this. But now? The sincere smile he gave to the woman who is now draping her arms around the man's neck.

Fika's tears were no longer able to hold. Could it be time to face reality? The truth that always hurts him. That he was unwanted? Even to love, it feels like he has no right. Arga was her first love from the beginning to fight for her. But this is the truth. Arga would never love her. The sincere love that he had built only ended with love clapping one hand.

Should he give up now? After all this struggle? Is it possible that Arga will love her someday? Nah! In reality, Arga will always hate her.

Love is beautiful, but love hurts.

Without realizing it, a single thread of his word just flowed. His heart felt squeezed firmly, the tightness hit him. Fika stepped back with both hands clenched firmly beside her body. He wanted to scream right now. She wanted to tell him how she felt about him. He wanted to cry in front of her. It's so bad he said that 'I love you Arga'. But he didn't mamou do it. He can't! Can't do it.

The crying became even more so, he even covered his own mouth with one hand. Holding the scream he wanted to let out. Without realizing it spontaneously he ran away from the house. Iqbal who was beside him also chased after Fika.

"Fik wait!" Iqbal shouted behind him.

After quite far enough Fika's tired body now decays crouching behind a large tree there. There he lowered his head and cried out the pain in his heart.

Iqbal who is not able to do anything he is only able to stand still to let Fika put a burden on him. Sure do.. Iqbal understood very well what Fika was currently feeling. Sick, sick and beaten. But what can be done, the truth will be revealed by itself.

"Gue understands how you feel, Fik. But I don't have the heart to see you rich gini." Iqbal stroked Fika's trembling shoulders. He frowned, hearing Fika's sobbing.

"Gue knew it hurt. But you have to learn to accept reality. Because reality hurts."

Fika did not stop her crying. He just squeezed the dress stronger. Seeing that Iqbal clenched his arms very strongly. Like I'm going to hit people hard. The next second he heard the sound of his breath. Iqbal took a sitting position next to Fika who was still bowed. I don't know what's on that guy's mind right now. Because both eyes look sparkling while staring at the night sky.

"From the beginning I knew you liked Arga. Even. sure your love is the same as him, to forget the person who loves you all this time."

The deg!

Fika jerks. Instantly he lifted his face that was wet with tears. He asked Iqbal. While Iqbal himself did not look at him but understood Fika's gaze on him.

"Lo fought for him. But you don't see who's fighting for you." Iqbal's voice sounded raucous. Between sad and angry the integration is so clear.

"Iqbal.." Fika spoke up. Honestly, he didn't know what to say. But he tried to grab the guy's arm.

When Fika's hand touched Iqbal's hand, then the man also looked at her. Staring with an incomprehensible look.

"What do you realize now, who is the one who truly loves you?"

Fika fell silent. I don't know why hearing Iqbal just made Fika feel so guilty.

"My answer is Fik." Force Iqbal with the same gaze.

What should Fika say? Because it is true in fact he is too selfish to pursue Arga who cannot be his and does not care about people who actually fight for him. You idiot! That is what is now in Fika's mind to judge itself.

"ANSWER ME FIK!" Iqbal cried out in annoyance and distress. While Fika felt stunned because Iqbal had never shouted at her before.

"What do you inget who is the person who hugs you at school when you cry? Who was the person who picked you up when you were left behind? What do you want who is the person who always offers happiness to you ? Do you still want our promise? My promise! Lo promise! Our promise together to protect each other...do you still want the same oath I Fik!?"

Fika shaking. He could no longer hold back his tears. He really can't stand it right now.

Iqbal suddenly stood up and was followed by Fika. They stared at each other.

"I swear, where I will make you happy anytime and anywhere. IS LO INGET A FIK!?"

"But..but lo!" Iqbal grew increasingly frustrated that he ruffled his own hair and squeezed it with a growl.

"BUT YOU DON'T LOOK AT ME AT ALL! YOU LOOK MORE LIKE A PERSON WHO CONTINUES TO SICKEN YOUR HEART! EVEN YOU WANT TO HOLD ON TO HIM RATHER THAN ME WHO'S ALWAYS THERE FOR LO FIK!"

Fika is getting sobbing. He admitted his mistake. "Iqbali.. " Fika again grabbed Iqbal's hand but the guy brushed it off.

"Is it only in this way that you will realize how much you mean to me?"

Iqbal turned around and spontaneously grabbed both shoulders of Fika.

"ORIGIN LO TAU FIK! I'VE ALWAYS BEEN WAITING FOR YOU TO GIVE UP! GIVE UP CHASING HIM! HAVE YOU EVER UNDERSTOOD MY FEELINGS? DON'T YOU CARE ABOUT ME AT ALL? FIK! I LOVE YOU! I'VE LOVED YOU SINCE WE WERE KIDS!"

Fika could no longer hold herself back. He pulls himself into Iqbal's body. He hugged Iqbal tightly and was full of sobs. Really, he doesn't know. He never understood Iqbal's feelings for him.

"Sorry.sorry Iqbal. Sorry Fika.."

Iqbal could say nothing more. Even now the man was shedding tears to release all the anger and burden in his heart. His two burly hands reciprocated Fika's embrace equally tightly.

"Gue will always be patient until you realize how I feel. Though in the end you won't be all mine."

 

WHO'S TIM IQBAL?

WHO'S TEAM ARGA?

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