Love Young Master Za
Broken

The revelation of Nevan's love for Shamora did create happiness for everyone, but it did not escape also scratches the wound in Arlo's heart. Although the heart was gloomy but the line of smile was still curling sweetly on the lips of the man. Love in silence is so cowardly because it does not dare to break through the walls of friendship. True to say the friendship between man and woman will never be pure, deep down, Arlo wants Shamora to be happy with his choice. 

At this large table, Shamora and her friends gather to take time after taking care of everything related to the campus, a happy hue envelops the girl's face. A timid smile always framed her tiny lips as Nevan showed her blatant attention. 

“How are your plans after graduation?” Zayyan leaned his body against the wall of the chair, the man's hand fiddling with his camera that was never absent in the bag.

“I started replacing Papa in the office.” Sahut Nevan's. Yes, he is the son of one of the successful businessmen in the city, the footsteps of the father he will trace as his successor.

“I will apply at one of the companies in this city.” Vira voiced her goals after graduation. Despite having a mother who is a doctor and a father who owns a large restaurant. He had no intention of following in the footsteps of his parents. Vira is a little longer in school because when she was a little girl it was difficult to interact with her age.

“And you, Ar ?”

All the netra pointed at the man, Arlo upheld his seat which had since just silently listened, a thin smile painted on his face looking at the gazes of the friends waiting for answers.

“I intend to open this cafe branch, I happen to have found a suitable place.”

“It looks like I opened a course.” Devin smiled.

“I tried the wedding organizer so that your boutique will be able to grow.”

“I'll work with you then.” Zayyan quickly. The man put on a serious look as the eyes of his friends rolled at him. “Seriously, I'll be working with my bidadar.”

“Author ?”

“Yes, Shamora Keandria is my bidadar.” Zayyan. “That was the impression in my heart when I first met him. “ Connect that man again. "I also didn't know that he was friends with Sister Vira."

"Hey, don't call me Brother !" Seru Vira did not accept with the son of his best friend Mama.

“Do not overdo it ! Shamora, my lover.” Nevan did not cover up her jealousy when another man clearly expressed his admiration for the girl beside him.

The throbbing again felt by Arlo, as a man who has no love until, can feel jealous at the words of Zayyan. Why is love so deep ? But Arlo must be willing so that his heart can be healed. 

Time rolled into the afternoon, the meeting was long enough to unwittingly pull them in a mixed atmosphere. Nevan has no desire for Shamora to interact too much with her male friends.

“Come home.” Nevan grabs the palm of her lover gently. Not spared also the intention to show that they are lovers embedded in a lump of soft flesh in his body. 

“Iya, I go to the toilet first.” Shamora smiled sweetly gesturing for permission and waited for him. 

Nevan nodded, the man dropped his body back on the chair, he grabbed a thin rectangular object from inside his pocket. He read for a moment the incoming message and then saved his phone back.

At the table was only Arlo left, as Vira accompanied Shamora to the toilet. While Devin checks the damaged Cctv in the corner of the wall. A few hours ago Arlo asked his friend to check on him for malfunctioning. While Zayyan has darted away when there is a phone call in need of his services as a photographer.

“Stop staring at my lover with such loving eyes.” Nevan rolled her gaze at Arlo who was sitting opposite to him. The man had been holding back his emotions from exploding in front of the rest of his friends.

“Why?”

“Shamora is mine and I don't like your look at her.” Highlight confirms possession emanated from the iris of Nevan William's eye. The man knew very well and could feel if his lover's best friend had a love for Shamora.

“Belcoming him.” The throne contains the meaning of being born more firmly than the lips of an Arlo. “During this time there are rarely tears present in his eyeball.” The connection seemed to show if he was one of the witnesses of the journey of the friend's life. 

“Come home.” 

Shamora's soft voice was blown by the wind into the eardrums of two men who had been struggling. Cold aura was transferred by itself to the recesses of each heart.

“Ar, I'm home.” As usual, Shamora will say good farewell to her best friend.

Arlo smile. “Be careful, let me know when you get to.” His hand was stuck in his pants pocket. Clenched tightly so as not to be presumptuous to do the usual gentle stroking of the shoots of Shamora if they will part. 

The girl's forehead is raised next to her, indicating that she is thinking with habits that have been memorized. Isn't it, Arlo would stroke the tops of his head affectionately if they were going to separate. Arlo understood the confusion the girl just smiled.

“Wait for what else, let's go home.” Nevan is a little pushy by pulling Shamora's hand to follow her. The girl's steps seemed to be directionless if not guided to step.

Arlo looked down at the back of his best friend who had been away, the man dropped his body again on the chair, his breath blowing rough with his head bowed down. He tried to suppress the turmoil that was shamelessly present in the heart out of jealousy. Pain, not willing to blend into one melded into a sense of indeterminate direction. Until, whispered demons obsession to have the woman was present in his heart. 

“Relax.”

Devin's voice kills the demons of obsession who once whispered in Arlo's heart. The head of the man raised looked at Devin's face with a long sigh.

“I'm trying.”

“If your stance is not strong and shows a liking to Shamora as a man who likes her. Maybe, he'll know you love him, it's not his fault if he anchors his heart to Nevan.” Vira chimed in on the two men's conversation.

“I'm not confident to show my feelings.” 

“That's your disease.” Devin sipped the rest of his drink. “So I saw you and Nevan talking seriously, what are you talking about?” 

The corner of Arlo's lips lifted, as if laughing at himself. “She asked me to stay away from Shamora, that was caught in my brain as she asked me to stop staring at Shamora with love”.

“I think he is excessive, falling in love is the right of everyone to anyone, but still common sense must control it so as not to wrongly dock and hurt the hearts of others. All control is on our own. If you want to be respected in love then place that love in a place that deserves.” 

Like a breath of fresh words born from the lips of a Vira, Arlo's slightly dark heart was back in the light. Obsession demons were also crushed into ashes. Even Devin did not blink staring at the beautiful face that vibrated the tones of love in his heart, the flower of his feelings growing and fresh on Vira octaviana, who was the love of his heart, although the age of three years did not dampen the love of the man. 

“You're right, like I didn't wrongly place my love for you.” 

The natural blusher was imprinted perfectly without a brush on Vira's cheek, a sentence she had just heard from Devin cools her heart until the buds of love begin to climb up. It is not a place that deliberately touches Arlo's heart, but it is Devin who always expresses his feelings of love and joy with light without having to hide behind the walls of friendship. 

“Ar, release Shamora. Lock your heart and love and store it in a different space, open the door of your other heart, let another love fill it. Many sincere love awaits your reply.” Vira is encouraging and also supportive to the heartbroken man beside her.

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Along the way Shamora Keandria was silent, not feeling lost with the habits of Arlo Binara, but the cause that made this woman think hard. The corner of Nevan's eyes glanced to the side, he thought why his lover was silent ? Is Shamora listening to her and Arlo's conversation but this guy feels what he's telling Arlo is normal. As a lover, Nevan is not willing if anyone sees Shamora lovingly.

“Why have you been silent since?” Not wanting to be silenced Nevan asked a question. 

“I'm just tired.”

“What's Because of Arlo?” Jealousy slipped into the heart of this man, hesitating to say hello.

“You doubt me, what's wrong with Arlo?” Shamora's eye beads scanned her lover's expression, she could see there were irritated lines on that handsome face.

“Sorry, I'm free to talk.” Regret immediately made Nevan aware of his question. He glanced at her while smiling. “I'm jealous to see you interacting with your boyfriend.” The man was honest about his feelings.

Shamora breathed a rough breath and then cast a forward gaze, her gaze glaring for the past few years. The memories of the past moved his lips to say. “ Arlo, Devin and Vira are friends that I have first had in this city, I used to live abroad with my parents. Mother and Father's marriage was not approved by Grandpa, various problems they faced to maintain the marriage. Grandpa did not stay silent many things he did to separate them, until in the end Mother gave up because grandfather touched the precious thing that is both parents mother. They were one of the employees working in the factory owned by grandfather, the dismissal without severance at that time made their economy decline drastically not to mention Grandma who was often sickly. Grandfather did not want to have a daughter-in-law from a simple family like mother. Therefore the mother and Father choose to separate well for the sake of Mother and I, Father does not want Mother hurt if you continue to force together. So, the presence of Arlo and the others is a new spirit for me and Mother after returning here. The memory was faint but recorded in my mind how they had been with me all this time.”

The long enough story seemed to signal that 'They are a part of my life' So Shamora hoped that this lover would not mention him and his friends.