UNINTENTIONALLY

Episode 138's

I don't want to carve my happiness on the sand of the beach. Because happiness will end with the arrival of the waves that sweep clean the wet sand.

I just want to carve my happiness on the rock of the marble. Because I'm sure my happiness will be eternal there.

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By the time Steve, Zico and Dinda had already left this great hall. Johan shut the altar door. This large door leaf, made the entire room dark.

Johan sat down, leaning his back against the door. The gun in the hand that he was about to use to shoot Steve earlier, now turned into something useless.

It was precisely the gun was clung to indistinctly on his fingers.

If you remember the good times with Dinda. I don't think Johan wants to forget everything. They promised they would be together forever. Unfortunately, that doesn't happen in this life. It was just Johan's wishful thinking, not for the girl.

Dinda. In the end, my efforts were in vain to get you. I guess, by doing all this, I can tie you to mine. I thought, if you were by my side, I could make you happy.

But baby, fate is really cruel. Another word said by destiny is farewell. We have to separate, and in the end I see you happy with everyone else.

If in the end everything has to be like this. Let someone else get hurt. Let someone else fall victim to this selfishness. Then, I don't mind if it should be the injured party.

I'm not your victim Dinda. I was the culprit. The perpetrator who hurt you because of my selfishness.

Johan shed a little tears. Honestly, this was the first time Johan had to cry so much. Sometimes he wiped his tears. What power, Johan who is hard and not easy to mewek, can now be as much as crying.

He was an ordinary man, not an angel who could restrain himself and lust for love. It's just that love is cruel. Johan at the end of the story must be a useless person. Though a sigh of tears continued to roar in his eyes. Johan could not hold the water to a stop. Johan had never felt anything like this before, except crying over Dinda's departure.

Sometimes Johan took a deep breath. Trying hard to endure the pain of the struggle he did this— in vain. However, it was useless at the moment. It's all over.

Johan stood up, he walked towards the center of the altar with a roaring cry and a gun swung on his finger. Her steps are a bit flabbergasted. It feels like Johan's leg bones are unable to walk.

The world is cruel. The world has never been on my side. They're staying away from me. They hate this poor me.

Because I started all this. Then I'll end it anyway. I will put an end to all the suffering and chaos I have caused.

If this is the best. So I hope, there is no more Johan like me. Johan's coward. Johan hypocritical. Johan sucks, who always loses in battle.

My world is fucked!

From Johan's pants pocket, he took out a small remote. There's a button on the surface of that field thing. The red button it—

Despite doubts Johan wanted to suppress him. But, a unanimous decision makes Johan must be on the decision he has taken.

Before he pressed the button, Johan took a deep breath.

"Minda. Thousand times. I want to apologize to you. I hope you are happy with that man. I just want you to forget me if you've woken up from your nightmare. Dinda...... I always loved you. More than anything."

A moment later....... Johan really pushed that button.

Instantly, this dark room was filled with dense smoke. This smoke was a poisonous gas that Johan had prepared beforehand.

Johan knew that time would come. Where Steve would come, then rob his bride. All the preparation he has done, in fact Johan himself will enjoy it.

"I'm crazy. I'm bonkers. I'm crazy for love!" yelled Johan crazy. The cry sometimes bears fruit so laughs happily.

Who would have thought, Johan would act crazy. That poisonous smoke he's sucking. Despite filling the room, Johan sat in the middle of the altar with a red carpet.

Happy world path.

Papa's. Mamma. Forgive Johan for running away from my responsibilities. I avoid this problem. I'm confused if this face has the guts to see you again. Just a regret that Johan was doing right now. I'm sorry, if Johan has always troubled you. Johan had to end all this drama. Thank you for your time and affection.......

From outside the building, Steve was already in the gazebo. Not yet out of the gazebo, the sound of screeching Johan.

Steve looked at it for a moment. Shortly thereafter.....

DOR!!!

Steve and Zico heard gunshots coming from inside the hall. Zico and Steve looked at each other. They think the same thing. Johan....... Making a MISTAKE.

A second later, they did not think long. Steve went back to the hall first. "Johan must have done the ridiculous idea" Steve told Zico.

Zico is in line with Steve. That man must have wiped himself out. Upon arriving at the door of the hall, Zico restrains Steve. "There's toxic gas, don't come any closer" he warned.

Steve shakes. He had no idea at all about Johan's idea. "He's really reckless."

"We can't go in now. Instead, we leave this place first, until the gas really disappears carried by the wind. If we're reckless about it, I'm afraid we'll end up on the same thing as him." Zico reminded. Much better not to be rash.

Steve followed Zico's words. Moreover, Dinda lay weak. Steve had to think about Dinda first. After all, Steve thought, Johan had ended his own life. It would be a waste of time to help Johan.

"Let's go, let's go" Steve asked Zico. "Let the Ethiopian police take care of it."

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In his sleep, the dream came. Dinda never thought about love again. Now back to knowing his first love. The man present became a figure that filled his heart.

Although it was just a dream, where he came unexpectedly. But I think the dream came true. That guy, he.... Now I don't know what makes Dinda sure that they've been tied by a rope. So that it unites and connects where they go.

Two days passed. Dinda's condition began to improve when she was treated at Addis Ababa hospital.

When Dinda's eyes opened. The first thing he saw was that tall, mighty figure. He sat on the edge of Dinda's bed, with his burly hands tightly clasping Dinda's hands.

"You're sober?" he said to Dinda.

This woman is not surprised. Because before that dream felt real. Steve was on his side at the moment.

"Is this really you?" ask Dinda. "Is this dream real?"

Steve knew that Dinda was a bit doubtful about his presence at the time. Therefore, to convince Dinda, Steve put Dinda's hand on her face. Steve knows very well that Dinda likes to touch his face.

"It's me Dinda. The man you've been waiting for" he assured Dinda.

I don't know why, after the guy said that. Dinda shed her tears. I swear, this is what he expected. I can meet the man.

Steve smiled, his fingers were long not greeting Dinda's small nose taper. "Did you miss me?"

Steve shouldn't have asked that question. Steve knows very well that Dinda is looking forward to it. Long before he asked, Dinda was eager to admit it. Acknowledge that the longing is very big and heavy to withstand.

"What you did to me was evil" said Dinda. "Your departure without this news, made me almost give up on living."

Steve made sure that it would happen. Especially that night, where they are ready to plan a wedding. There was just something Steve had to do. Thus, Dinda had to accept the consequences for this action.

"I know I'm a selfish man. The man who had made his woman almost suffer. But I'm back now. You should be happy."

Dinda could no longer help herself from nagging him. The weakly lying body was stretched out. Now he is forced to sit normally.

"You don't move much first. I'm afraid your condition hasn't recovered." Steve's worried. Although he had been holding Dinda back from sitting down, Dinda still did.

Steve had to make him sit up as usual. Oh, better than falling asleep weak in bed, Dinda thought.

"I'll be fine if I know you're okay. But you yourself hurt me by disappearing for these three months. You seem to be ignoring my feelings."

When Dinda said that, Steve was gleeful not a braid. His little heart wanted to chuckle, for Dinda could not be far from him.

"It's been, it's been, I'm sorry" Steve said. He knows what Dinda is like. Steve hugged her right away. He wanted to let go of his longing all this time to Dinda. "I'm back now. Don't cry anymore. I don't want you to cry about silly things" Steve said.

The warm embrace made Dinda comfortable in the middle of her being harrumphed. Steve's hands gently caressed Dinda's hair. Really, the scent made Steve even more helpless when he had to just let go.

"Where are we now?" ask Dinda in Steve's arms.

"We are still in Addis Ababa, the capital of Ethiopia" he replied.

Ethiopia. Dinda thinks she's already in Indonesia. Turns out— "How long have I been in this hospital. Are you waiting for me to wake up as long as I fall asleep unconscious."

Steve nodded, "For two days you didn't wake up. And all that time I was waiting for you to wake up. But it's not all a problem. Most importantly you're okay."

"What about Mom?" ask Dinda again.

"They're fine. You don't worry. I've contacted Mom in Indonesia."

"Steve," whined Dinda.

"Mm.." Steve looked at him, Dinda looked like she wanted something. "What's wrong?" ask Steve.

"Can you take me out" asked Dinda. "It's so boring to keep glued to bed."

Steve thought for a moment, Dinda shouldn't have come out. The weather in Addis Ababa is different from other African countries. It's cold in here, if Steve takes her out, Dinda's afraid of getting sick again.

"Do not you better be here. It's very cold outside. I'm afraid you're getting sick again" Steve said.

"But I want to go to the park for a while. I'm bored here." Although Steve forbids it, Dinda remains stubborn. He didn't listen to Steve's words.

Steve understands Dinda. Only, his will could not be denied. Forced, Steve must obey his will. "But just for a second. Don't you take it long."

"I promise" said Dinda quickly.

Steve nodded at that behavior. But his hands could not remain silent. Parlente black Steve, he let go. He then held it on Dinda's shoulder.

In the garden, Dinda was sitting alone. Steve was buying her warm tea at the cafe across the street for Dinda. But now Steve is back. He sat right next to Dinda, carrying her a glass filled with warm tea.

"You haven't explained where you've been for three months. What's the reason you didn't tell me." Dinda demanded an explanation, she wanted to know the reason for doing all this.

Before Steve explained, he took a sip of his warm tea. "That's all because I don't want you to get into this. That's why I have to do all this."

"But why must it disappear all this time. Don't you know, every time I wait for you to call me."

"I know it's Dinda." Oh, shit for Steve. The woman came back crying. Steve had to hug her. Steve knows, Dinda must be upset with him. "I'm sorry for making you suffer these three months. Forgive me for all my selfishness."

"I'm sorry. It's just, I was once disappointed when you sent me a farewell letter. I guess it was really you who sent her from Germany," Dinda told me.

Indeed, basically the damn letter almost made Dinda give up looking forward to the news. But it was just yesterday, now it's different.

"Farewell letter?" Steve repeated the remark. He never wrote a letter to Steve. Not even contacted him during his disappearance in this three-month period. "What letter do you mean?" ask Steve.

"The box contains a wedding dress and a bouquet of flowers containing a farewell letter written directly from Germany. Did you write it."

Steve knew nothing about the letter. Moreover, writing it directly even sent it from Germany. Even Steve had never been to Germany. But there is one possibility. Name—<TAG1>

"Are you sure it was a letter from me?" ask Steve.

Dinda nodded. "The dress we sent was the same as the one we bought at the boutique that night. That's why I really believe you sent it for me."

"No," refuted Steve quickly. "I never sent anything to you. Except—"

"Except what?" sambar Dinda's.

Steve remembers seeing Johan's car parked not far from his car that night. Steve was convinced that it was Johan's black car. Steve doesn't deny that it was Johan's idea.

"I think there's only one culprit who sent it for you. It could be Johan doing it." Steve is one hundred percent sure. Johan has manipulated Dinda, on her behalf. "From you thinking about the letter. We better think ahead. We have to go home, Mom and the others are waiting" Steve said. This time he changed the subject.

Dinda nodded, she folded her lips with a small smile. "I'm just afraid that you're actually doing it. That's what keeps me thinking about it."

Even though Steve explained it. The anxiety of losing it was constantly on Dinda's mind.

Steve, he's a man who understands Dinda very well. He doesn't want to do it either. Losing the woman, really makes Steve going crazy.

"After you recover, let's take a vacation around the African Union. Would you like to enjoy this holiday with me?" bargain Steve entertaining.

Dinda did not refuse. He did not know what to answer for this offer. Traveling around Africa sounds interesting. "But—"

"Before we go home. I would like to take you on a vacation to Petra in Jordan, then visit the symbiotic ash temple in Egypt and enjoy another trip. You don't argue, I'm determined." Steve snatched the word "but" it. —But— according to Steve there is a reason to refuse. That's why Steve snatched Dinda's words first.

"All right."

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