Between Love and Love
Come on, we're married!
After telling Anton, Sekar felt better. He just had to convince his parents that he and Darren could not unite in marriage. There are broken hearts, there are disappointed there are also those who are happy in this. That's how life is, everything can't go our way. Life is not as smooth as a model's thigh.
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Clouds still come to the hospital every day. He will come in the afternoon and stay overnight to look after Tara. I don't know what this guy's heart is made of. So kind and sincerely giving her attention to Tara.
Countless times Tara got angry and rejected the presence of the Clouds. But, as if it was meaningless to this man from Salatiga.
"Aren't you tired of coming here every day?" tara asked who saw Awan putting his bag on a small table next to Tara's bed.
"Relga." Answer Cloud.
"I'll be home, this is waiting for Ratna and Damar to pick me up." Utter.
"Just like me, don't let them come here again. Hold on, I call Damar so I don't have to pick him up.
" Same with Ratna. Don't want you both." Push Tara down gently.
" But I want to. Just give it a try!"
Tara pursed her lips. Between him happy and also annoyed. The cloud did not accept rejection. Always impose his will. Yes, even if it was for his good.
The clouds immediately helped Tara to pack her clothes. Shortly after that he called Damar so as not to pick Tara up at the hospital.
"Did you order an online taxi?" ask Tara.
"Here you go, let's go home!" The clouds extended their right hand to Tara.
"Come on," replied Tara who immediately walked ahead of the Clouds.
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Two people just keep quiet and occasionally lyrics each other. The warm drink they ordered was already cold. Even the food was untouched. As if their tongues were muddled. Confused where to start their conversation. Even the clock on the wall scoffed at their stupidity. Time passed but they just faced each other without a word.
The ego of both of them is at war with each other in mind. A screaming heart gives off a taste. Want to repeat all the feelings that have been intertwined first. Want to hug without any bulkhead, want to fondle without any limit.
"I-" they said at the same time.
"You first!" Said the woman.
"Ladies first." Said the man.
The woman took a deep breath inhaling as much oxygen supply as possible to fill her lung cavity.
"Would we meet? Not enough to ruin my life? Oh, yes, men are always like that. When all is in his possession he will go and throw the woman away like a piece of trash." Salma said with a tremble.
"Yes, I'm sorry." Darren can only say that word. He did not deny the slightest of his mistakes.
"Or don't you just not be dissatisfied with your current woman, huh?" asked Salma.
"I'm sorry." Answer Darren again.
Can't say anything else, that's all he can say. Indeed, he was the one who suffered the most when he saw Salma slumped by venting his alcohol and party in the nightclub.
"Don't say sorry, if you don't really know what it means. I'm sick of guys like you. I'm sick of it, Darren."
"Slap me, maki me as much as you. And, let's get married!"