A Flick of Asa For Love
CHAPTER 113

...***Happy Reading***...

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The setting sun does not seem biased light, but actually the light changes with the beautiful moon that faithfully accompanies the earth. Similarly, about the feelings of Harsa that he had been quieting. All this time Harsa only showed her affection through the attention she disguised in the name of friendship. Although all his close friends can tell Harsa's feelings towards Widya. Not with Widya. Either because the girl is insensitive or because Widya does not want to expect too high. Widya once wished Harsa a lot, but Harsa just made use of her feelings without reciprocating Widya's love.

"Wid, you're not pa-pa, are you?" harsa's words made Widya flinch from her surprise. Widya never expected Harsa's feelings for her all this time. The girl's face looks sad.

"Eh, no pa-pa, Sa,” Widya replied.

Harsa is worried about Widya's response, she is afraid that after this her relationship with Widya becomes disturbed. Although Widya has not been able to open her heart to him, Harsa does not want this to make their relationship tenuous. Moreover, Harsa did not want Widya to avoid him.

"Wid, I'm sorry if my words make you uncomfortable." Harsa tried to confirm the girl's response.

Widya tried to shift her gaze elsewhere, her mind jumbled until she herself could not understand her heart. Widya did not know to be sad or happy to hear Harsa's confession.

"Sa, I go home first, yeah. I promised you to help keep the cake shop. Greetings to aunt Evi." Widya lifted the sling bag she was wearing.

At first glance Widya looked at the tall man before her. His heart beat faster as his neutrals fused with the sharp highlight of the man. Widya quickly set her foot about to leave the place. However, just a step he felt his hand being pulled from behind. And obviously the culprit is Harsa.

"Wid, I'm interrupting, huh?” harsa's wistful gaze made a tightness in Widya's heart.

"No, Sa. Lo, ‘kan, again sick. I'll go home by myself." Widya tried as calmly as possible to reject Harsa's offer. In Harsa's eyes, Widya's smile ‘tak able to cover the girl's anxiety.

"I mean, I'm taking you forward, Wid." With a sweet smile Harsa put his footsteps first.

It was very desirable that he laughed at Widya's misunderstanding. Well, even if Widya wanted to, Harsa would definitely take Widya home. Even with an unhealthy body condition. Being near the girl made Harsa's health condition quickly change. Harsa, who was initially feverish and sweaty when Widya came, now after seeing the girl's reaction slowly her fever began to fall. Love is always a color in every situation.

"Eh, yes, Sa." Widya cursed herself, it could be at a time like this even think a no-no.

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"What's wrong if I say honesty about this feeling?" Monologue Harsa Mandala, in a gray room she lay her body that began to shiver. The burden of the mind made the condition of his body unstable. "No, no matter what happens I have to face. If indeed this makes Widya uncomfortable, then I must try to make her comfortable again to be near me. Or maybe there are other men who have filled Widya's heart? Aargh!" Harsa ruffled her hair, her head so heavy. He finally decided to take the medicine and closed his eyes. However, before that he had time to send a message first to someone.

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Meanwhile, in the dimness of a room, there was a girl who still could not believe the reality she had just known.

"From High School she already loves me?" widya murmured accompanied by his mind who wandered to remember the days of High School. "Gue just wants revenge with Karin," a painful sentence at that time flashed again in his mind. Widya always thought that at that time Harsa only loved Karin, and she was only used as an outlet. There is no love in the least.

Wid, are you angry with me? I'm sorry, yeah. But I feel that this is the most appropriate time for me to realize my feelings to elo. After we broke up, at that moment I realized that you had already occupied my heart. But to hope for love again, I did not dare. Especially seeing your closeness with Nathan. From that moment on I decided to harbor this feeling of trying to hold back every time I saw your closeness. I always encourage myself by telling myself. My happiness is my happiness.

I'm sorry Wid, if the reality of this feeling hurts and makes you uncomfortable, but I hope this doesn't change our friendship. That's also what I keep all this time if I can't protect you as a lover then let me protect you as a friend__Harsa

The contents of the long message from Harsa he got an hour ago after entering the room, he had not replied until now. The mixed feelings Widya felt, more precisely there was guilt. Widya is a melancholy girl. His heart is so soft and forgiving. Her huge attention makes her feel guilty for what Harsa feels. How tortured Harsa had been to harbor feelings, she could feel as well. Because he himself had felt it before. It was not comparable to the pain Harsa felt. Widya only experienced it for a while, then treated by her love Nathan. However, Harsa felt that for many years. Love her in silence, with the woman who is always nearby. Must have been very torturing to his heart. Especially if the woman already has a boyfriend.

"I should have been happily loved so deeply by a man like Harsa. He's a nice, handsome guy, and his career is well established." A small smile also expands on Widya's lips. He felt his own feelings, and felt funny when the person he once loved alone, now even turned to love him when he already had another love again.

His love used to be clapping one hand. Therefore, he was so familiar with Harsa's feelings right now. Widya always thought that Harsa was her best friend, even though the man had hurt her.

"Let time answer whether I can repay Harsa's love or not. I hope Harsa can understand." Widya convinced herself. Trying to think nothing happened between him and Harsa. He opened his heart and let it flow. He also typed something on his phone screen to reply to Harsa's message.

'Gue sorry you, Sa. I also apologize for hurting your feelings indirectly. But I really can't for now. Again I'm sorry__Widya.

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The sound of rain starts in the morning, when opening Widya's eyes immediately check her phone. He wanted to see if there was a new message from Harsa for his answer last night. However, it has not been able to open the device, the notification sound of the message was heard, and it was a message from Harsa.

Wid, sorry I can't pick you up. Let Zakir pick you up,!__Harsa

Widya scrunched her forehead. In his heart wondered if this had anything to do with his attitude yesterday, or his reply last night. Even the man did not reply to his message. Is Harsa offended? All those questions covered Widya's head. It felt like calling Harsa straight away, but the shame kept her off guard.

"Are I ready for Harsa? If he can't pick it up like him, then. Especially last night I rejected him. He must be trying to get away from me." Shaking her head, Widya muttered softly. There was a sense of disbelief when Harsa couldn't pick her up, and instead told someone else. However, he immediately dismissed that feeling. Probably because I'm used to Harsa. That's what Widya thought.

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"Wid, you don't have any intention to see Harsa?" The question from Zakir made Widya feel shocked. They were already in Zakir's car. On the way to the office where they work. Yesterday, Harsa seemed to have improved. So Widya thinks that Harsa will be coming to work today. Because he knows, Harsa is not among people who indulge when sick.

"What's he still sick of, Zak? I just saw him yesterday. His words were silent," asked Widya.

"Oh, so he's been sick from yesterday? Tell me it's just ketapean doang just came home from out of town. My guests are not going to his house. Turns out he just wants to be seen by you doang."

"Fuck, si, lo. Asked and said it."

"Well, I only knew today that he was sick. She just admitted this morning that she has a fever and dizziness. So he couldn't afford to go to work. He was afraid he could not concentrate. Later even become chaotic work," concluded Zakir.

Mimik Widya's face turned sad and looked worried about the state of Harsa. Seeing that, Zakir even had the idea to prank his friend.

"Don't you make the pain worse? You refused her love, huh?" guess Zakir while smacking his ignorant smile. Widya nodded while stiffening. "Well, it would be bad if it were, Wid. Harsa that if the fever does not go down, can vomit all blood, loh," seloroh Zakir lied to Widya.

"Times, anyway?" Widya grimaces horrified. His spit felt cheeked for him to swallow. "It seems impossible, really. Yesterday he was still fine, really," Widya said.

"Yes, if you don't believe me. He needs lo, Wid." Zakir chuckled softly afterwards, and it was heard by Widya.

"That's just your essay." Zakir's naughtiness became the answer to Widya's question. Feeling lied to, Widya who was upset immediately hit Zakir with her bag.

"It could be that you're sick of your best friend being a joke, yeah." Widya grumbled, then faced forward while folding her hands.

"But it's true, right? Harsa's pain got worse after he was rejected the same? The proof is that he can't pick you up and tell me."

Widya. In his heart he confirmed Zakir's question. He also intends to go to Harsa's house again and apologize for a second time. Asking Harsa not to love him this much.

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...***To be continued***...