I'm the One You're wasting
The Conversations of Witma and Arash

"Would Arash's family not mind if Tami and I stayed at the house?" Witma instead asked back because he was afraid that later Arash's parents returned from Country A would misunderstand and scold him.

"Mama and Papa can't be angry with Witma, you better not think about things that won't happen" Arash told Witma. "You trust me enough, because my Mama and my Papa are good people there's no way they're going to scold this woman who used to stop by." He only dared to say that to the rest of Witma he was still hesitant because his guts were not big enough, to express how he felt now.

"In what way should I repay all of my brother's kindness?" Witma was still talking about how she should be reciprocated to Arash for all the good that has been given to him.

Arash flanged strong. "No need to repay all my kindness Witma because you will not be able to." He deliberately said it was just to see what kind of Witma response it was.

Witma immediately stopped her steps when she heard that, so she thought that she should really repay all the kindness of Arash. "For now I have not been able to, brother, but believe me someday all the kindness of my brother will I reply one by one."

Arash who was still walking did not realize that Witma was behind him, but the Witma speech that he could hear was a little less clear. However, even so he still recalls Witma's words. "I'm not asking you to repay me with material, all I'm asking you to do is to simply reply to me by always smiling so that the two dimples on your cheeks are visible." Arash turned his head so that he could see Witma who was now looking down. "I'm just asking for it's Witma because for me it's more than enough" he said.

"Don't ever put any more flavor on me, brother, even if it's just a little." I don't know why suddenly Witma said it all. "Sorry, too, because this sounds very disconnected from what you discussed earlier." Witma knew what she was going to say at the moment had nothing to do with Arash telling her to smile so revealing a dimple on her cheek. "I beg you to let go of that feeling right now, before you get hurt for the second time. Because … ." It feels like he can't say it all. Because at this time he felt his very strong feling even said that Arash still loves him as much as he used to.

"Because .. said Kak Furqon I have been proposed by a man whom I do not know at all," he said as he rubbed the clear droplets dripping on his smooth cheeks in a quick motion. "I'm sorry words don't seem to be able to make your heart feel calm, but only words can come out of this mouth." He felt the wounds in his heart that had not dried up now felt re-slashed by this very bitter reality. "I'm sorry, sorry .. sorry, brother Arash, because it looks like fate didn't let us ever be together."

Arash was astonished because of why Witma could know about his heart. "Why does Witma know? Does he have a 6th sense? Or maybe he and I have some inner contact?" He asked in his mind. Until a few seconds he then approached Witma again who was still down.

"There's one thing you forget about Witma" said Arash who was still speaking calmly. "That love doesn't have to have each other, does it?"

"Then you must have known about what the word means, your laughter is your happiness, but your sadness is my sadness." Arash smiled bitterly as he said it all. "So, it doesn't matter to me that you're being proposed to by another man." Arash gives Witma a white handkerchief. "Remove your tears Witma, there's nothing you need to cry about. Because I believe Furqon's choice is never wrong, therefore, I urge you to remarry him regardless of who he is."

"I'm sorry, because I've plucked the flowers that will soon bloom." Witma raised her face and looked at Netra Arash, the man who always supported her decision about anything even though it could make Arash sick himself.

"You just pluck it out Witma, without you knowing and realizing it turns out that the flower dropped its seeds when you pulled it out earlier. That means the flower will still grow even if only a few," Arash replied.

Witma who could not bear to look at Arash's eyes for a long time immediately decided to go from there letting Arash still feel at home standing while watching him.

"What kind of feeling is this?"

"Why could I say that?"

"Oh my God, what was the feeling that once existed again when I looked into Arash's eyes?"

"And why is it that the time to look at me This feeling in the heart doesn't vibrate as much as it does today?"

Witma continued to mutter in her mind. While walking.