Love In Tragedy
Chapter 40. Introgation

" Sir... mbak..... Wake up....! "

Biqha awoke as her arm was shaken by Rendra. Slowly Biqha opened her eyes. Biqha got up and sat on her mattress while rubbing her face, then gently massaged her eyes that felt sore from crying all night.

" Tumben-tumbenan mbak mabangan..... Is it belom's dawn?"

Asked Rendra who had not found any response from Biqha. Because Biqha is still busy massaging her eyes that are increasingly moist and difficult to open wide. So he couldn't see his sister's lips. Then Rendra pressed the back of her hand against Biqha's forehead. Checking her brother's temperature, because she was worried about her brother.

When the brother opened his eyes, Rendra immediately changed his expression to see the brother's eyes swell.

" Crying mother? Wh why? "

Rendra immediately sat her body on her brother's bed, staring fixedly at the brother's face. Biqha immediately shook her head weakly while pulling both corners of her lips. But Rendra did not believe it just like that.

" Don't lie to me...! People are clearly pembak eyes so swollen, already stung by a bee. Why mbak? Ma'am what's the problem? Same story as Rendra...!"

Biqha still shook her head and showed her smile to her sister. Biqha could not possibly tell her problems to her sister, because she did not want to upset her sister. Moreover, the fact that Biqha became the third person without her knowledge, would definitely make Rendra angry.

Biqha saw a wall clock showing seven o'clock in the morning. Biqha rushed up from her bed in a panic. Because he had bad luck and had not made breakfast for his sister.

" Maha.... Mbhak kheshihangan's. Shebhenthar mbhak shihapin sharhaphan bhuhat khamhu." (Sorry.... Mbak. Take breakfast for you.)

" No need to mbak.... Ma'am Biqha rest. Let Rendra buy us breakfast. What do you want to eat? Chicken porridge, vegetable lontong or rice luduk? Is it still dawn yet?"

Rendra also moved from the bed of the brother.

" Ghakhs. Mbhak lhaghi ghakh sholhat. The khamhu pherghi hajha. Bhelhi sharhaphan shekhalhihan pherghi. Thelhat nhanthi khamhu.... Mbhak bhisha shrhaphan dhi khanthor nhanthi." (No. No more praying. You just go. Buy breakfast and go to college. You'll be late.... You can have breakfast at the office later.)

" It's Saturday...?. It's not usually Saturday mbak not come to work?"

" Ho... Hiyhas. The hinhi shabthu yhah?!"

Biqha was stunned by Rendra's question. While Rendra was looking at him more and more suspiciously, and the look of eyes that ran away to him.

' Ma'am Biqha last night must have been hard to sleep, so he had bad luck. He must have fallen asleep after crying. This must have something to do with the man who calls Biqha every night. Because last night, they didn't hear their usual calls. It must have been that man who was sick of Biqha. If not.... It is not possible that Biqha nangis will be with her. I have to find out what happened and who the man is.' Rendra murmured in his heart.

" Bhurhuan bherhangkhat shanha....! Nhanthi khamhu - thelhat." (Buruan went there....! You'll be late.)

Biqha pushed her hands gently into Rendra's chest and arms, so that she would immediately leave for college. Rendra with a little annoyance in her heart, chose resignation and went away leaving her brother at home.

After the departure of his sister, Biqha again dropped his body sitting on the bed. His body felt weak, especially his eyes were difficult to open. Weight and weight because of the weight. All because of Yoga.

Yoga night did not stop bothering him. Yoga constantly tries to contact Biqha through video calls. Though Biqha has ignored him repeatedly, but Yoga still does not want to give up.

Yoga also sends a lot of chat messages. An apology with a long explanation, words of love and promises of the sincerity of his love. But it no longer touched Biqha's heart and flowered, but left her tormented with deep pain.

Until finally last night Biqha turned off her phone, because she felt deterred by the attitude of Yoga who did not want to give up. Makes him really feel tired. Because he continues to cry for the love that he has to escape, for the good of many people. Because he realized, from the beginning of the love was not his.

Biqha grabbed her phone on the nightstand and started to reactivate it. Once the phone is active, there are many incoming chat messages. As Biqha alleged, all of that was a message from Yoga.

// Okay baby, if you don't want to talk to me yet I'm not papa. //

// I know you need time to forgive me. I'll wait till whenever, baby......//

// But never break our relationship. I will not accept that decision.//

// You can be angry. Even if you want, you can hit me as much as you are, baby. But please.... Don't stay away from me. I can't live without you.//

// Until any time, I will keep fighting for our love dear..... //

// bi..... Pleases. Don't be angry for long....! I miss you the same.//

// I need you baby...... I need your support and support.//

// With me and Alina it's over. Only our parents are still in trouble. But I'm not giving up.... I will fight for you, baby..... Whatever risk.//

// I love you Bi. Please stay by my side Bi.....!//

Biqha throws her phone on the bed. Then cupped his hands to his face and pressed his eyes together. In order for his felt tears to fill his petals, no longer spilled.

Biqha took a deep breath, trying to relieve her chest that felt tight. Then he rubbed his wet eyes.

' No.... I can't keep falling like this. Life is long. I can't waste my time just crying over a love that wasn't meant for me. I should be able to sort everything out. I can't be affected by him anymore.'

Biqha grabbed her phone back and immediately blocked Yoga's number. Biqha thought this was the right decision, to affirm her attitude to Yoga. Although it hurts but Biqha has to do it, so that this problem does not continue any longer.

Biqha moved from her room to the bathroom to clean up. Finished cleaning his body, Biqha returned to the room. Because of the tiredness and pain in his eyes, Biqha decided to go back to rest today. Trying to go back to sleep, so that fatigue in the heart, mind, and body can be slightly reduced.

But a few minutes later Biqha flinched, and immediately rose from her sleep. Like someone who has nightmares.

" Ehrik..... Khue hulhang thahun. Hakhu khan dhah jhanhji mhahu bhanthu Ehrhik bhuhat khue hulhang thahun unthuk homha." (Erick..... Oma's birthday cake. I promised to help Erick make a birthday cake for oma.)

Biqha was surprised to herself when she remembered it. With a slight panic he stood up from his bed.

' I almost forgot. The show is tomorrow. How is it.....? I haven't bought any more cookies. Where my eyes are swollen like this '

' How is it? What to buy online? But if shopping online can not check the material well. If there are materials that expire again like that time, I have to buy again to the market. Duh..... How dong.... Do you wear sunglasses?'

Biqha looks for her glasses in the box where the accessories are. He wears dark brown glasses, while looking in the mirror.

' Time to market just wear glasses anyway, excessive. Which there is a tacky. Duh..... Why the hell Bi.... You should cry howl last night, see the consequences now. How dong nih.....? I can't possibly cancel Erick. If I cancel, he'll think about it because of last night. But still, because of me..... She got hit with Yoga.'

Suddenly Biqha's face changed when she remembered Erick's condition last night. Looking directly, how hard the Yoga punch that landed on Erick's cheek. Makes her sad again, and a little worried about Erick.

' How are you doing now? Was the wound dull? '

While in a different place.....

Erick had just finished his breakfast of chicken porridge, which he bought after jogging this morning. Before cleaning himself, Erick chose to wash the dirty dishes, his former dinner last night.

Erick washed one by one the dirty eating and drinking utensils in the kitchen sink. As Erick held onto a small box, suddenly the corners of his lips were drawn. Formed a thin smile on his face.

The box that had been filled with anchovy sauce with peanuts, which Biqha gave last night, left Erick touched. It never occurred to him, being able to get such attention from Biqha. The woman who almost always misunderstood him and never wanted to consider him a friend, but a competitor who sucks.

Last night after taking Biqha back to her contract. Unexpectedly, Biqha asked him to stop by for a while. Biqha made him honey and lemon tea. In order for Erick not to have a fever after receiving a hard blow from Yoga. Biqha thought at least the drink could refresh Erick a bit.

" You think I'm that weak? One punch, it won't make me drop Bi.." said Erick cocky.

" Yhah hudhah, khalho ghakh mhahu...." (Oh, if you don't want to.).

" Eh.ee...... Wait a minute."

Biqha turned around, wanting to bring that cup of lemon honey tea back inside. But Erick quickly pulled him.

" The time has been made to be brought in again. Mubazir....."

Erick quickly downed the drink to the toilet. And Biqha could only pull the corners of her lips cynically.

" ah.... Legacy. Can you add more?"

" Huh....???"

Biqha raised her eyebrows and widened her eyes, responding to Erick's words.

" Yes.... I am very thirsty Bi..... Just realized, from lunch hour was until now, I haven't even had a drink at all."

Biqha took the cup out of Erick's hand with a soft back in her eyes. Remembering the bitter events that just happened. Biqha felt even more guilty when she realized that Erick had not eaten anything since noon.

Biqha immediately went back inside, to make another drink for Erick. Shortly thereafter Biqha returned with a cup of drink and a small supply box.

" Hakhu ghak bhisha mhenhawharkhan mhakhhan haphaphun shamha khamhu. Kharnha hakhu bhelhum. Hakhu chumha phunyha shambhal khachang hinhi, shisha thadhi phaghi. Rhendrha shemhalham thibha - thibha rhikhues minhintha dhimhashakhin hinhi. Khamhu jhugha shukha khan? Khalhau khamhu mhahu, bhawha hajha."

(I can't offer any food to you. Because I haven't cooked. I only have this peanut butter sauce, the rest of this morning. Rendra last night suddenly requested this masakin. You like it too, right? If you want, take it.)

" Mom-made kayak anchovy first? Mau.... "

Erick eagerly took the box from Biqha's hand. Because of that very simple food, it once made him addicted when he first tried it. At that time Erick until added several times to the satiety. As a result, while studying with Biqha, Erick could not focus and eventually fell asleep. No doubt it made Biqha very upset and angry.

Erick laughed funnyly reminiscing about those times, while still cleaning his cutlery. Finished with the dishes, Erick rushes to clean himself. Suddenly his phone rang. Erick took the phone out of his pocket.

" Rendra....? Khem......"

Erick took a deep breath, and began to think.

' Biqha must be crying at home, until her sister is worried. And now Rendra would have wanted to interrogate me. The Khe..... I have to say what..... This it? Yoga.yoga.... Why the hell.... you are still obsessed with Biqha? Just make a complicated problem gini. No way, I'm the same story as Rendra.....'

Before picking up the phone from Rendra, Erick took a deep breath first.

" Yes..... Salam wa' alaikum..... What's up, Ren?"

Erick patiently listened to Rendra's complaint. More precisely, question after question he asked. Just as he expected, Rendra questioned the cause of the brother's grief. What he believes is related to the man, who often contacts the older brother at night.

" Rene.... If you don't want to tell a story, it means he feels he is still able to overcome his own problems. Your mother is more mature, Ren..... He definitely doesn't want you to worry. So better yet, you don't force him to tell stories. Fear that would make him uncomfortable. You simply accompany him and comfort him, so that he can forget his sadness. That support from you must mean a lot to you. "

* Hi Readers......

The author wants to apologize, but the readers must be bosen right?!!!!

Hopefully Readers can understand yes about the delay of the update. You see, the author again has additional duties, so an impromptu nurse at home. It really takes time, energy, and thought. Not to mention the children also follow fussy, because it can not decet-deket grandmother for a while. Because his son is very active, afraid even nenggenggol arms of his grandmother is broken...

Sorry yes.he wants the author can often up, but what is the power. This beginner author is difficult to divide the time and focus. If you've been to distract like blank, so confused about the words. Finally lost the mood.

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