Waiting for your Love to Grow

Disillusioned

The elevator doors will close soon, when Arsyad manages to catch up to Nabila. But he quickly held the door, so that finally his entire body was able to sneak into the elevator that would take him down.

Now only the two of them were in the soundproof box. Nabila's face that looks very messy because since earlier did not stop crying, making Arsyad empathize. His heart felt the sadness that seemed to be attached to the woman's eyes, even though he was aware that the crying and sadness were for others, not for himself who had once anchored the heart to the woman.

Arsyad approached Nabila, grabbing his shoulders which seemed to go up and down due to the increasingly tight crying. He pulled Nabila's body, so now Nabila's head is attached to his chest. This is the first moment he can touch a woman who did not want to be touched by foreign men, even though he had brought himself closer to proposing to the woman, and was rejected.

Nabila who looks very broken hearted, no matter who the man next to him and what relationship he had with him.What he needs now is a backrest to support his body that is no longer able to stand firm.

Arsyad who wanted to caress Nabila's head to calm her down, undo her intentions. Awareness of his position and Nabila's position, made him decide to calm him down without involving physical contact, although at this time Nabila still leaned on his body.

"Cry, if it can make you better" advises Arsyad with a fixed view pointing forward.

"My heart hurts so much to see you like this. If he wasn't my master, want me to beat him up, then take you away from him. I cannot deceive my heart that your name is still engraved here, though I have tried to remove it", said Arshad in his heart.

"You strong your own way?", asked Arsyad to Nabila whose body looks weak, when the elevator will open soon. Nabila assented with his head signal.

When the elevator door was completely open, Arsyad allowed Nabila to come out first. However, not until his body came out of the perfect elevator, Nabila's body looks olympic. Arsyad quickly held the body so as not to fall.

"Let me help" said the man, addressing Nabila, helping her walk. Nabila according to him, because at this time he felt his energy was completely exhausted.

Without them noticing from a distance a pair of eyes were looking at the scene. Which husband does not get angry seeing his wife at such a close distance with another man. So's Denis.

However, he realized that what he saw now was the result of his own actions. Pain did see his wife like that, but he realized that his wife's heart must be more hurt than his heart at this time.

Unaware of his vision blurred because of the water pooling in the corner of his eye. But he could still see the car that started to take his wife away was going to go where.

"Please take me to the apartment" said Nabila as his eyes still looked forward but not his mind. Arsyad nodded at what the woman next to him said, then pointed at the steering wheel at the woman's request.

Because the night was getting late, the streets began to be quiet and stretchy, so it did not take long for the black car to reach the destination. Arsyad also helped Nabila out of the car until he arrived at the door of his apartment. After making sure Nabila entered his apartment, Arsyad also chose to go and return to his residence.

Nabila dropped his body on the bed with a prone position, in his room which he had locked tight. Her crying that had begun to subside on the trip had broken again, making her bed linen wet. Tiredness and pain that is so great, unconsciously bring him to fall into the dream realm, so unaware when the door of his room was violently knocked by someone.

"When, please open the door, we have to talk" Denis said as he continued to knock on the door. "You deserve to be angry, but please listen to my explanation" he added.

Denis kept knocking and begging Nabila to open the door, but for more than 10 minutes, there was no sign Nabila would open the door to his room. Denis has surrendered. He supported his body until he sat touching the floor with the door of Nabila's room as a backrest.

Denis just regretted what he had done. Guilt in his wife made tears eventually fall also from his eye sashes. Not infrequently he hurt himself by pulling his hair or hitting his fist against the wall, as a form of regret for his behavior that he unconsciously did. Long enough he did that, until finally drowsiness whack and he fell asleep in the same position.