Unknown Love's

Debates

Farhan was still standing glued to see Kinara being hugged tightly by Erlangga. He could hardly believe what he saw.

"Mas, loose, mas", Kinara pushed Erlangga's body firmly.

"I won't let you go before you promise me" Erlangga said, still hugging Kinara tightly.

"Yes, I promise. Please escape, this is on campus, mas", Kinara's voice almost sounded screaming.

Erlangga immediately let go of his embrace, "Sorry, I'm sorry. Go", Erlangga seemed to be in disbelief at what he had just done.

Kinara's eyes seemed to be glazed over, it soon passed from before Erlangga. He also felt disbelief in what was happening. Erlangga dared to touch her to that extent. Felt fucked.

Erlangga walked slowly, he approached the door of his room.

"Sorry, sir, can we talk for a moment?", a voice held Erlangga's footsteps.

He looked back, and he saw the familiar face of the man Farhan.

"What are you talking about?", asked Erlangga in short. His tone was like he did not like Farhan's presence.

Farhan took one step forward, both hands he put in his pants pocket.

"I'm Farhan. I'm a good friend of Kinara's. I don't know what's going on. But I accidentally saw you hugging Kinara. Father's attitude has gone too far, especially this on campus. Lucky only I saw it", replied Farhan cynically.

Erlangga stared intently at Farhan, "Oh so you were peering at our togetherness, huh?", Erlangga's tone of voice began to rise.

Farhan smiled, "I told you, I didn't mean it. I saw a bad feeling from the father when he called Kinara to come to the father's room. Where there is a lecturer calling his students and acting inappropriately by holding his hand", explained Farhan again.

"Oh, your eyes are sharp too. What's your problem with what I've done to Kinara?", Erlangga won't lose.

"That's my best friend, sir. All this time I knew exactly what he was like. He never let anyone touch him. Your behavior is out of the norm. I don't like you doing that to Kinara", this time Farhan's voice intonation began to rise.

Luckily, on the third floor there were only the two of them, no one else heard the debate of the two handsome men.

"It's you to my future wife, huh?", Erlangga pressed Farhan with that line.

Farhan's eyes widened, he was surprised by the lecturer's words.

"Wife candidate? Kinara?", Farhan asked.

Erlangga put on a cynical smile and a triumphant gaze, "Yes, Kinara is my future wife and soon we will get married. I was wrong not to control myself just now, but it's all because of a guy like you".

Farhan's jaw hardened, eager for him to hit Erlangga's face. But he realized that this was not the right place, he tried to hold back his anger.

"What do you mean?", asked Farhan again.

Again, Farhan gasped with Erlangga's words. He could not believe that Erlangga could know how she felt about Kinara to that extent.

"I hope you understand. I admit that what I did was completely wrong. I will apologize to Kinara and promise not to repeat it again until she is my legal wife. But, as long as it has not happened, please, stay away from my future wife" Erlangga said staring intently at Farhan.

Farhan returned the stern look, there was a deep tightness in his chest hearing Kinara, the woman he loved so much, whom he had applied for despite being unofficial, and who was not, soon she will marry a man she never thought she would.

"Okay, I'll back off. But please, promise me you'll be happy and take good care of it" Farhan replied.

Erlangga nodded her head, "Of course, how could I possibly hurt the woman I love" Erlangga said ending her heated conversation with Farhan.

Erlangga passed from before Farhan. He entered the room, closed the door and let Farhan who was still standing there. Farhan tried to accept the reality he had never known.

"Call, Rik. Please take care of my departure to Germany. As soon as possible, I want to be able to continue the study there", Farhan's voice was heard contacting Erik.

Without waiting for a response from Erik, Farhan hung up. His footsteps were gontai. His mind seemed to fly in any direction.

The tightness in his chest grew, his eyes were hot, wanting to feel angry and cry, but Farhan held him back.

'May you be happy, Ra', hope in your heart.

Farhan passed by, he immediately left the faculty building and approached his car, preparing to go to the office feeling unwary.

Meanwhile, Kinara had just finished wiping her tears and calming herself down inside the female toilet. He smoothed out his rather cluttered appearance and time and time again he took a deep breath, trying to fuse all the chaos of his heart and mind.

Kinara took his HP from inside his pocket, he searched through Farhan's number. Kinara thought he should immediately tell Farhan everything. He did not want Farhan to be hurt, and he did not want to hold Farhan guilty of an answer he never gave until now.

Tutt.tuutt.

Sorry, the number you are calling is off or out of range

Only the voice of the operator answered Kinara's phone. Kinara immediately came out of the toilet, he rushed towards the place where from the morning Farhan was waiting for his trial exam.

It didn't take long, Kinara had already gotten there. Honey, he didn't see Farhan on his bench. He only saw some of his friends who had also just finished the trial.

"Ris, did you see my friend who was not sitting there?", asked Kinara to Riska who seemed fun chatting with other friends.

"Oh, no Ra. Eh but this, he was nitipin bag you same me, nih", Riska thrust a bag owned by Kinara which was entrusted by Farhan.

Kinara received the bag, she sat back on her stool earlier. He tried again to contact Farhan, but still no answer and not connected, many times he tried, many times also the result is nil.

'Where the hell are you Han? not usually you go not telling me, and difficult to contact, ' Kinara whispered to himself. There was a deep trace of worry on his face.