Crazy Love of the Actor
Section 32: The Reason

“This is Sofia my youngest child.” All nodding the signs of greeting.

Sofia, a different name .. the woman who made Syila and Kevin's love story run aground, the woman who doesn't even know that she has taken someone's lover.

Syila stood up and went to the bathroom, she couldn't hold back tears, everyone focused on Sofia's presence and ignored Syila.

Syila went into the bathroom, in the same room, a waiter told her the location of the bathroom.

Syila closed it, turned on the sink faucet and started sobbing.

It used to be called Kevin named Winda, the woman who made Syila and Kevin's relationship ruined, but even this Winda or Sofia may not realize that, she has become a lover's usurper.

Syila tidied up her makeup and immediately came out again, she did not want to be upset because she was too long in the toilet.

When Syila returned to the living room, she saw that everyone was laughing like talking about something really fun, how could Syila cover up her pain, let alone laugh, smiling was difficult.

“Syila sit here, Nak.” Tumben Papi sweet.

“This is Sofia, Om Hansyar and Mother, they are the chairman of the foundation where Alzam's father and brother work.” Syila's introductory session was missed earlier.

“Iya, I'm Syila Om, Aunt, So .. Sofia.” Syila lowered her head, she tried to hold back the pain.

“Halo Syila, you are so beautiful.” Sofia said, it seems like those words are sincere.

“I-iya, hello Sofia.” Syila was still nervous and awkward.

“Syila, Om and Aunt invite you and your family here, not talking about business, so just relax.” Apparently Syila's nervousness was visible, not that which caused Syila to be nervous, but the pain that Syila did not want to show.

“Iya Om.” Syila forced her lips to smile.

“Sorry sir, meal is ready.” A waiter told him, and then Mr. Hansyar invited all his guests to lunch.

When already at the dining table everyone sat according to the direction of the hostess, the living room is not much different from the house of Syila, they are indeed from the family in the same class.

Mr. Hansyar Chairman of Bumi Perkasa Hospital Foundation, while Papi Syila is the Director of the hospital, no wonder he so wanted Syila to marry his son Mr. Hansyar, because if only it was intertwined, if only it was intertwined, then the business relationship will be very smooth, first with the Juna family, Papi was only expecting a good business relationship, because his father Juna could bring Papi Syila closer to the Chairman of the Foundation, Mr. Hansyar. But failed, the fate of people who know, now the Chairman of the Foundation was even interested in establishing a personal relationship directly, of course the dipper would be welcome if Syila was willing.

The food served at the dining table is very delicious and luxurious, the food comes from the country itself is different.

“Syila, Om hear you have a movie project, yes?” Hansyar the Foundation Chairman asked Syila.

“Iya Om, this is Syila's novel that is proposed to be a film, not Syila project, but Production House Project, Syila just joined to make sure the film runs according to her novel.” Syila.

“Wah you great writer yes, Om hear also that all your novels are always best seller.”

“Alhamdulillah Om.”

“Kan, your novel has been submitted to Production House, which you have applied not yet?” Suddenly the conversation rolled in the direction that was the initial purpose of this meeting.

“Not yet Sir, Syila is rather selective.” Papi answered.

“Good anyway, we can not be careless indeed if you want to choose a life partner.”

Shila smiled forcedly, as far as possible, the person whom Shila loved and hoped to marry by that person was seized by your son Om, Syila muttered inwardly.

“Syila, Om and Aunt may talk to you in private after eating?” Wah Hansyar is really a man who does not like to waste time, Syila immediately asked so.

“Hmm, it's up to Papi Om.” Syila could finally just say that.

“Papi is up to Syila, but it's good Syila heard first what Om wants to say may be good news.” Papi was so, saying he did not want to force, but instead of saving his son instead pushed with a diplomatic word, Syila did not want to embarrass his parents by refusing frontally, it was disrespectful, it was not polite, Syila was educated to be polite, even if she did not like it, things we do not like do not need to be shown.

After the meal was over, the Hansyar couple went to take Syila to another room, Syila guessed it was work, while papi, mami and Alzam went home first, Syila had objected, but finally she relented, she gave up, after all, he will not be harmed, this is just a matter of talking, Syila can refuse if the conversation is too uncomfortable.

When entering the study, Syila saw that the room was quite large, there was a luxurious sofa once the door was opened, Hansyar invited Syila to sit down, while Mrs Hansyar was preparing coffee at the mini bar in this workspace, the mini bar but the contents of the coffee, Syila had a smile to see that.

“Syila sorry if you are not comfortable, we chat just relax ya.” Syila, who had sat down and stood up again, intended to get close to Miss Hansyar, it was not good, the host prepared coffee while Syila who was so young sat down.

“Sini Syila help.” Syila takes coffee capsules for an existing coffee machine.

“Yes very good boy, just sit down, you are a guest, let Auntie prepare.”

“Neverything Syil, Auntie loves to make coffee, the machine is new, so guests are always presented all he toys.” Hansyar laughed explaining his wife's behavior.

Syila also smiled and sat back on the sofa sebrang Hansyar, what a harmonious couple, at the age of twilight is still friendly, like papi and mami, mami, syila's dream is to have a husband who is willing to accept all the behavior of Shila and never leave her, like a mother who did not leave papi when she was slumped first because of the problem of Mal Prakta's slander.

“Syila why yesterday finally did not become a Doctor? Didn't you enter the Faculty of Medicine?” What a shitty question.

“Syila entered the Faculty because of papi's recommendation, Om. But it turns out Syila is not comfortable, Syila feels not a field that Syila can pursue.”

“Yes, one has to pursue the field he likes, then it will be brilliant, like you are now, become a best seller writer and will finally be filmed his book.” Hansyar said, then Miss Hansyar gave Syila coffee, Syila took it before the glass reached the table, as a sign of courtesy.

“Yes, maybe because you did it with heart,” timpal mistress Hansyar.

“Maybe like that Om, Aunt.” Syila drank her coffee.

“Syila, Om has a son,” this is, this is the essence of this conversation, while Hansyar is still talking, Syila is busy thinking of words to reject this matchmaking, “she is not a Doctor, she is not a doctor, he's a good guy and pretty handsome, hardworking, just he's a little stubborn.” Hansyar.

“Ya Om.” Syila answered briefly first, after all there is no matchmaking opening word, who knows this is just information, Syila's naive mind plays.

“She is old enough to get married, so Om intends to …. “

BRAK!!! The entrance suddenly opened very tightly against the wall, the person who entered as intentionally, entered abruptly and opened the door then slammed it violently.

“Ngapain you guys call him here!” A man walked violently into this room, Syila was shocked and confused, who is this man?

This man was standing ahead of Syila's sight, Syila was trying to look at him, he was about to stand up and hold the table in order to stand up slowly and not interfere with this quarrel, unintentionally, his hands nudged the coffee glass on the table, the position of the glass so tilted and finally the hot coffee was exposed to the hand Syila who nudged the glass, Syila's reflexes grimaced.

“Aw! Hot!” Syila then shook her hand to ease the heat.

“Syil! Hot?” The man held the remaining coffee water in the beveled glass, “iya hot! Holy hooch! Sick? Perih?” syila's blistered palm was carefully held by this man and he pulled Syila into the bathroom in the study, he soaked Syila's blistered hands with running water from the sink.

Having already felt the blisters being lighter, this man pulled Syila again to the sofa where he was sitting earlier, Hansyar and his wife were still glued to see this man.

“Gel burns Mi, where is the gel!” This man raised his voice slightly to Mrs Hansyar, upset to see Mrs Hansyar still dumbstruck.

The man opened the lid of the gel tube and took it out, then carefully applied the gel, Syila grimaced.

“Sick yes?” This man asked, he still continued to blow on Syila's hand after applying the gel, his worried face was visible once, even his hands were shaking from the annoyance of seeing Syila get hurt.

“Nothing, just a small wound kok.” Syila let the man take care of her burns.

“Partially why make hot coffee anyway, Mi! it should be, coffee ...”

“Za, hey, I do want hot coffee, not Aunt Hansyar's fault anyway. Partly wrong me too, was my nudge the glass.” Yes, Izraa was this man, who barged in violently and called out to Hansyar and his wife papi and mami.

“Kan, I told you! You're careful, too careless you!” Izraa this time scolded Syila, although her lips still blew the palm so that the pain was reduced, Syila only frowned because she was scolded.

“Iya sorry.” Syila could finally just say that.

“We need to go to the doctor anyway? This could be dangerous huh?” Izraa asked his papa, Mr. Hansyar approached them and looked at Syila's hand.

“Za, only burns lightly times, do not make shame ah.” Syila protested, her hand was grabbed by Mr. Hansyar.

“You forgot, you used this hand to write! If why-why, you will retire from nulis, can you? Can you not write anymore? Can enter your mental hospital, every working day just in front of a laptop while writing, not dear to me, you will like how stressful it is if you can not write again.”

“Ih amit-amit Za!” Syila tapped her head in a sign of refusing the damn thing.

While the middle-aged man and woman were just speechless looking and hearing Izraa and Syila say, they looked surprised, but also haru, what a look was, Syila saw a strange look, she said, even Mrs Hansyar was holding back tears that were about to fall, their eyes looking glazed over at Izraa.

“Kak!” The female voice, Sofia called Izraa as Big Brother.

Sofia pushed her wheelchair closer to Izraa and hugged Izraa's leg because she was in a wheelchair, so that it could only grab Izraa's leg, Syila strangely saw it.

Izraa turned around to take off Sofia's hand and bowed so that their positions were aligned.

“She's already big, nangis gini time, cengeng.” Izraa gently rubbed Sofia's head, while Sofia's cries grew louder and hugged Izraa tightly.

“Sih, don't be ashamed of you, don't change, still crybaby and ugly.” Izraa's voice trembled, she seemed to be holding back the overflow of emotions seeing Sofia and being hugged by this sister.

“Yaudah, Anter sister Syila go home first yes, do not crybaby, already big too.” Izraa takes off the hug, Sofia looks unwilling to let go of the hug, but she knows she must not force Izraa.

Izraa grabbed Syila and pulled her out, as she passed Sofia, Syila's unharmed hand held back, Sofia then said softly and softly.

“Thanks yes Syila.” Speech that makes Syila confused, but there is still pain when looking at the face of this girl. Syila nodded to return Syila's thanks.

Izraa's car was already at her doorstep, Izraa opened the car door and made sure Syila entered safely. The thing he had never done before, that worry turned out to be true.

Then Izraa got into the car and started driving without speaking.

Syila actually had a lot of questions, but she did not want to ask now, afraid Izraa was angry, her hands were still sore, the coffee was indeed hot, finally they both remained silent towards Syila's house.

After thirty minutes of driving, they finally arrived, the gate was opened by the Syila family servant, when Izraa had entered the car, and opened the car door for Syila to hold her to the entrance.

“Za already, until here aja yes, I'm afraid papi clay, later he rampaged, sorry yes.” Syila held Izraa inside.

Syila saw Izraa's face annoyed, but she finally nodded.

“Yaudah get in there.” Izraa told Syila to come in, Syila obediently, when she was about to open the door, it turned out that there was someone from inside who also opened the door.

“Cil, have you gone home?”

“Papi!” Syila jumped in shock to see the papi, she was afraid, because Izraa is still here, has not left, can finish Syila's life scolded by papi.

“Oh no Izraa, enter first yuk.” How, is the treatment different? Syila began to understand, surely because papi already know who Izraa son. Syila is upset to see her papi, she looks so realistic.

“Izraa want coffee?” Papi offered still with soft words.

“No, thank you Om, water only.” Izraa refused, her attitude awkward.

“Pi! Izraa is tired, want to go home he said.”

“Well, tired people tell me to go home, rest first here yes.” Syila was getting upset with her papal attitude.

“Om, Syila was hit by hot coffee hands, ask for help check yes Om, fear tomorrow the wound is getting worse, let us take her to the hospital if it gets worse.” Izraa remained focused on Syila's hand.

“Ah only got coffee, he was strong, calm down, we also have a burn cure, here try to see,” papi see Syila's wound that was left open, and, “ini mah small wound, heal a few days too.”

“Tuh right, Izraa emang lebay nih, the time was the same aunt Hansyar ampe scolded, can not know!” Syila scolded Izraa gently.

“She means worry about you, appreciate it.” Her head smiled at Izraa, Syila grew even more shudder at him.

“Pi, he's home now, you're tired of rushing home right, Za?”

“Iya, I say yes Om.” Izraa then immediately came out, after advising Syila with a lot of banter, such as do not forget to apply the gel once a few hours, take pain medication and a series of other messages, Syila just nodded, his papa smiled too.

After driving Izraa to the car and seeing Izraa out the gate, Papi and Syila went inside the house.

“Cil, you and Izraa are still dating right?”

“Udah broke up, right, Papi told.” Syila answered.

“Turn again, yes, Papi now support.”

“Ogah, when I asked to return, where is my pride?” Syila and Izraa are certainly still in the relationship agreement, but she does not want papi to know, so answer me just origin.

“If you like him and want to be with him, Papi agrees really, seriously, Izraa is a good boy, look at him even take care of you loh, got a little burn wound so he panicked like how, how about, he's the right guy for you.”

“Pi, the right one or the right Om and Aunt Hansyar?” Syila looked at her papi with a sharp look, then after that went to the room, her papi was silent hearing that.

After cleansing her body, Syila lay on her bed, in her mind she felt strange, why did Izraa hold back the cry in front of Sofia?

Why are om and aunt Hansyar also staring at Izraa with sadness?

Thoughts about Izraa's feelings make Syila forget about Sofia or Winda who used to make her relationship with Kevin run aground while being in love.