CRACKS
CONNANTS

Competition of vehicles that

scrambling for desires to precede each other, deafening noise.

The rush of activity

routine in Jakarta. As if all of that has become the hallmark of the city that has the nickname metropolitan city.

24 hours! could be more! the city of Jakarta is non-stop. If God, deign to add time, the city of Jakarta could be an uncontrolled city.

Dense morning activities, sometimes make people unfair to the environment as well as themselves. Crashing waves of thousands of people who have their own routines mingle with the noise of dust and time debate. No matter the rainstorm, even infectious diseases, Jakarta still runs with its activities.

Instead - instead of fighting for the sake of family, the activity can not be paused at all. Sometimes it is the toughest test for every individual.

Aaaaaah.papa is too! Erlangga.

Given his father who must be busy with the world of work, taking care of himself also who can not move on from the mother.

Erlangga drove his favorite King motorcycle through the crowd, with average speed.

“Kinan! what's your next plan?" tanya Erlangga tried to create a small talk.

His voice drowned racing with the noise of his own motor.

Kinan's heart that didn't look okay made Erlangga go awry.

Maybe he was angry because he wasn't picked up on his phone or because he left yesterday. Thought Erlangga.

Remembering the mistakes he might have done by accident.

"I'm sorry, Kinan! I didn't mean to leave you." Erlangga said guilty.

Kinan was still tight-lipped, but his arms tightened at Erlangga's waist.

Erlangga's back was warm, obviously it was tears. Erlangga's guilt is growing more unworthy.

"I won't repeat it again, promise!"

Erlangga pointed his two fingers up. Then pinched his ear showing Emboji pleading.

"I'm going out of the country! don't give me this kind of torture, Kinan!"

Kinan's embrace grew tighter, his hand clutching Erlangga's waist firmly. His tears are flowing more and more.

Erlangga did not care much about the surroundings. Although she is young and has charm and is admired by many women, she never hesitates to be pregnant with the woman she loves.

Kinan is the first love and the woman who binds her life. For him Kinan was his heart, which would stop if separated.

"Kinan! speak up, I beg you, forgive me."

Kinan was still silent, occasionally he took his breath with a frenzy. Her tears still wet Erlangga's back.

"Darling, we're close. Would you mind if your friends saw you like that?"

Kinan loosened his handrails, wiped away the tears and cleaned up the rest of the mess on his face.

"Yank, will you pick Kinan up? kinan wants to spend time alone!"

Erlangga felt relieved, hearing the sentence that came out of her lover's lips.

Without words Erlangga clasped Kinan's hand.

"I'm sorry, yesterday left you."

Kinan could only keep a secret tightness of his heart, in the presence of Erlangga, Kinan only had a tightness in regret.

Robby's handsome face had hypnotized his consciousness.

The woman who became Robby's secretary was unable to disappear from memory.

All so claustrophobic as the fire in the chaff, Kinan groaned in pain and silence.

"Om Robby," he groaned softly with his breath.

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Instantly the cloud incarnated, becoming a rhythmic rain spatter...

Who scratches the twilight painting, becomes meaningless black

#Dusk Coffee #