Leaning Sweet Me
Can I be jealous?

" Sister.."Farrel ran to hug Metta from behind.

" Sorry brother "

For a moment they sat in his position.

Metta stepped up her legs, but also did not refuse when Farrel hugged her as she was today. There was a strange feeling in his heart at this moment, instantly feeling his shoulders feeling wet, with a sobbing sound heard from the person who was hugging him.

" Yes.you have to cry "

There was no answer from Farrel but a slow sob from Farrel and water seepage soaked Metta's clothes.

" Gosh, what am I doing until she cries" said Metta.

Farrel turned Metta's body to face him.

" Sister..."

Degs..

Farrel held onto Metta's shoulder, while Metta's black Bead clashed with Farrel, her cute face now becoming an amulet, both eyes swollen with a clear liquid.

" Sister, I'm sorry! can I be jealous? when you see your brother close to Doni, even you can smile when you're with him"

" Can I be jealous?"

Metta looked at Farrel's nanar, I don't know what he had to say. He was confused himself, how he should answer Farrel's question.

" Sister..?"

" I..."

" Sister can laugh freely while with him,"

" Why not with me, brother?"

" Sister walked alone with Doni without hesitation, smiling sweetly, saying sweetly, not even sister is looking at me!"

" Sister accepted Hendra's invitation to leave, why didn't you try to refuse "

" As long as you know, it all makes me jealous,"

" Why is it so complicated." - inner Metta.

" I..."

" Sister don't have to answer,"

" May or not I'll be jealous!"

farrel.

" hey..."

" What the hell?" Inner Metta, while her lips were still silent a thousand languages.

" Whatever your brother answers I won't give up" Farrel said firmly.

" I'm sorry if I confused you,"

" Of course, you also make me dizzy" inner Metta.

" But I won't stop,"

Farrel wiped the rest of the tears on his face.

" I'm sorry, I'm not crying it's just a glint, brother's hair was piercing my eyeballs" Farrel said chuckling.

Metta just pulled his lips up, his brain seemed to not function, whether to talk and do what. Gambang heart.

Farrel could not help himself when he saw Metta go hand in hand with his best friend, jealousy seething within him.

Farrel sucked Metta's hair behind his ears, sticking his palm on his cheek.

Metta was still a thousand languages, his two black beads kept staring at Farrel, as if he was investigating a lie there, but he could not find it.

The eyes were so honest, so soothing as if they were about to wash themselves inside. But Metta was actually afraid, a calming sense that would eventually make himself more destroyed. Having fallen in the deepest abyss made Metta afraid to see the height of a taste.

Not a single word came out of Metta's mouth, no matter what she had to say, not wanting to hurt Farrel's heart because she knew what it hurt like.

A sense of love that makes some people will be happy, but there are wounds that always accompany it.

" Did you understand?" ask Farrell gently.

" But.."

" Nothing but, I even love brother without any but " said Farrel.

" Sister understood?"

" What should I answer!"

"Do I have to believe?, which even my trust in a man has long since disappeared." - Inner Metta.

" Especially he who is arguably still young, with his good looks, with his charisma, everything he has."

" As for me, far above him, when he grows up I will age too, when he is well established, I am more helpless, when he is excited I will give up, when he strengthened it was precisely me who weakened "

Metta's inner voice kept reminding him endlessly, doubt after doubt to the point of creating a visible fear in him.

" I don't want to get hurt and fall again" said Metta.

" What are you thinking about?" asked Farrel who saw Metta just keep quiet.

" Nothing!" Metta.

" Didn't you believe what I said?"

" I..."

" Say,"

" Nothing, never mind "

" Sister, I've even seen brother cry, see brother who is sad, what brother still does not believe me." said Farrel clearly.

Metta stepped walking down the plantation, the coldness of which struck as if tasteless for the coldness of Metta's heart.

" You don't know what it's like!" metta Sahut.

" Already you won't understand Farrel "

Metta turned around leaving Farrel in his place,

Farrel walked up to him, then blocked his hand.

" Sister..!"

" Am I wrong?

Metta shook her head.

" Tell me what you want to say!" exclaim Farrel loosened his check.

While Metta was bowed, again nothing came out of his mouth. Metta sighed, looking at Farrel who was staring at her.

" Rail, we're so different, it's impossible to run smoothly"

" Sister doubts myself, huh,?" farrel.

Metta did not answer him, his gaze turned to the green tea garden, as the wind blew on his face.

Fear, that's what's going on in his head.

" Have you not thought about it!"

" Let's go back.." Take Farrel to Metta.

He didn't want to make things more complicated, maybe he felt the timing wasn't right. But he will never give up until finally Metta will be his.

Confidence, that's what Farrel has.

While they were in silence, they were busy with their own thoughts.

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Moments later.

" Sister, "

" Did you remember what my appointment was the other day?"

Metta shook her head.

"Well, I'll remind you of my promise to you! I won't give up on big brother, so please big brother wait for me "

" Sister understands"

Metta turned to look at Farrel.

You don't have to promise me anything " said Metta at last.

"A promise is like a debt, and every debt is obligatory, but I'm the one who won't collect the debt, so please don't promise me anything" Metta said with a hard-to-understand view.

Farrel was stunned, to him Metta was completely different. If other women will easily believe in the word promise but Metta does not.

Really different.

" Is that how deep the wound that brother is silent,?"

Inner Farrel.

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.

" Okay, I'll pull my promise to brother "

" I'll never give up on you, so please wait for me"

" Please promise yourself,!"

" I promised myself! not going to give up on brother, so please wait for me" Farrel said by pointing his 2 feet into the air.

Metta laughed at last, what he thought was so complicated but easy on Farrel's mind.

" So brother!" Farrel stepped closer to Metta.

" Basic, you don't even know what!" metta hatch.

" I..? don't know what..? brother was wrong, I even know everything!" Farrel chuckles.

" You know what?"

" Everything." whispered Farrel.

" Everyone, what do you mean everything?" metta squashed both of her black beads.

Farrel chuckles,

" Secret.."

" You,..?"

" Come on, brother, I'm hungry !" farrel rubbed his stomach.

" I'm not" said Metta.

" Sister.." cried Farrel as Metta stepped swiftly past him.

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