Between Love and Love
The hope that I thought was beautiful, turned out to be just pseudo.

I'm silent doesn't mean I don't know anything. My eyes see, my ears listen and my heart can feel. But my lips are tight. Because I have no right to talk about the pain you feel. But whenever you need a shoulder to lean on I'll always provide it. I'm a man who's always with you but can't be with you.

-**Anton*** -

Yes, I understand. Choose what your parents want. We can still be friends, right?" said Tara who forced her smile to the Clouds.

" Ra, I'm sorry." Clouds with regret.

" Yes, nothing. If we are not together, it means we are not friends. Come on, come home late," Take Tara. The woman immediately stood up and walked towards the mobi parking lot.

The clouds only looked at Tara from behind with already reddened eyes holding back tears. Heavy, but this is the path he must take.

The cloud car is traveling at medium speed. In the car there was no chatter from either of them. Only occasionally did the Clouds glance at Tara who looked out.

"I go in first, thanks for today," said Tara smiling and then entered her room.

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Cloud.

Tara came in and closed the door of her room tightly. Instantly Tara's body fell on the white ceramic floor, no room or screams were released from her lips. Hit his chest softly which felt tight. Just now he had put his hopes on someone he thought would be a place to lean on, but in reality fate did not allow it.

"I'm sorry Tara, sorry.... I'm too cowardly to be a man, can't fight for our love. Sorry," said Awan who was also crying in the room.

Just an apology that Cloud said many times. From the beginning he knew that he and Tara might not be together because of different beliefs. A sense that arises from the heart called love appears and cannot be prevented. Now he has to make a decision to end the relationship.

After that night Tara was just plain ordinary. As if there was no pain in him. Nothing changed his smile the same. Even Salma also did not know Tara's current grief. He is still working with the Clouds discussing all the work without involving feelings.

"This is a food deposit from my mother" Anton said he placed a white sump paper right in front of Tara.

"Wow... What is this? Thanks though. Haven't seen a aunt in a long time how's it going?" Tara thanked him and asked Anton's mother.

" That's mama's cooking. Mom's news is good, and she also told me to play sometime at home. I want you to say."

" Well, I'll come to your house sometime."

" Tara, are you okay?" ask Anton.

"I'am okay." Answer Tara.

Anton let out a rough breath. She knew for sure Tara would not say that she was not okay. He's good at closing his sad in front of others but not in front of Anton.

"My eyes see, my ears hear and my heart can feel. But my lips are tight. I have no right to ask anything about what makes you sad." Anton.

"I'm not sad anymore. I'm fine." Answer Tara flat.

"The more you say you're okay, the more fragile you become. Don't be strong if you're weak."

Tara momentarily remained silent and then let out a long breath. Free to cover his sadness from Anton who has eaten a lot of salt acid. All he had to do was be honest about what he was going through. Otherwise, Anton wouldn't have asked but he would have paid more attention to her and Tara didn't want that to happen.

"Yes, I'm falling in the valley of the sea of love. The beautiful shadow of hope together turned out to be just pseudo. Hoping on a human is a stupid joke. Now I know and I need to be more self-aware, self-aware. There is no one who can really be made a place to lean. And the funny thing is I've been soaring high. He's not the one who's wrong, but I'm the one who's too hopeful" Tara said at length.

" From the beginning didn't you know that the Clouds and you weren't easy to be with. But why can't you fight your love. Don't you know this is a consequence you have to take." There was a slight vibration of emotion in Anton's tone of voice.

Yes, he knew that Tara and the Clouds would not easily unite. And this woman in front of him still held hope. What should the woman choose? Love of his God or love of a man who is not sure can give happiness to the end.

"I've always said that people who are in love are going to be stubborn. And now I'm experiencing that. The clouds in his parents. And I said he had to choose the woman his parents recovered from. I've been alone in this world since the beginning and the sadness of several times won't be easy to knock myself down. The sick and lonely things I used to feel, and I got used to them. So, don't worry Mr. Anton," Tara said flatly without expression.

" So because of the match? But he should be able to fight for your relationship."

" There's nothing to fight for. Don't talk about it anymore. It's all over." Tara doesn't want to remember the clouds.

"Oh, yes, he and I are still good friends." Next later.

"But, Ra-" Anton's voice restrained.

"Stop! Don't talk about it anymore, "Tara raised her right hand as a gesture so Anton wouldn't continue talking about her and Cloud's relationship.

"Well if that's what you want. But remember I'm with you. Come whenever you need a shoulder to lean on. That's also if you want," said Anton sincerely then he went out of the room leaving Tara just like that.

Tara's cry broke as the door closed perfectly. He knew Anton was always there for him but he could not lean on the man's shoulders. Salma and Merry were also preoccupied with their frequent work out of town. He really does not want to burden anyone. He chose to hold it all by himself.

Anton didn't really leave, he was still behind the door of his study. Samar sounded a sobbing from within. Right now the woman he loves is not okay.

Author note: Hi guys, don't forget likes and comments yes 🤗

In this chapter I write until crying. A sudden feeling of love should be forgotten. Beautiful hope wants to be achieved but in the end it is only pseudo. Yes, but this is how life sometimes is. We as human beings can only plan and all that determines is God. Wouldn't that sadness and happiness come in turn?

Sometimes tired and yes, not infrequently there are complaints that are left from our lips. But, it was only for a moment. Rise again, and spirit again. Remember that happiness is real and existent.

Greetings from me & dear from me