Love Young Master Za
Broken not by himself

The good news about Shamora Keandria and Nevan William's engagement has come to their friends, not the wind flying them but the plan's owner himself delivering it. Still no question mark why so soon ? Remembering that, back heart scratches felt and more painful only. But what will be said if the heart has made its own choice, it is impossible to rob it sadistically.

“What are your plans not too fast?” Devin raised a probing gaze towards Nevan. “Your relationship is fairly new and today you are delivering the news will be engaged.” Connect again. There was a sigh heard from his nose more precisely the feeling of worry. That undeniable affection grew in his heart on the figure of Shamora.

“May be smooth and happy.” Arlo's smile and heartfelt prayers cut his own heart, but in the depths of the man's heart the best prayer was for the friend.

“That is your choice, may this engagement be smooth and up to the wedding.” Sahut Vira with a gaze that is not easily interpreted.

Shamora understood every thread of the sentence from her best friend's lips, they prayed their best but also did not let go of their anxiety. “Om Mahendra has spoken to Mommy.” 

“I only wish you all the best.” A soft smile was etched from Zayyan's lips.

After delivering the happy news, Shamora and Nevan leave the place to take care of all the needs of the engagement.  Behind their backs were sad gazes accompanying his second step, Behind their happy smile was a dew of witnesses of pain framing one's neutrals. 

“Let go and pray her happiness, do not punish yourself with your pain.” Vira Advice. He understood the feelings of his best friend. 

“Yes, I will do it, standing next to him as a friend is enough for me, although I cannot deny if the pain is also there. My fault for not having courage.” Arlo admitted his defeat. The man rubbed the corner of his eyes as the dew framing his bead melted away already.

Zayyan fell silent and grabbed the camera from the table, his lips smiling at the contents of the camera, who knows the contents of the man's heart. During this time a sweet smile always displayed her as a mask to cover the deeper wounds in her heart. Yes, Zayyan fell in love with a Shamora from the moment they first met, a love that he was only able to keep for the same reason as Arlo, the wall of his friendship and Nevan. Sometimes the devil of obsession whispers in his ears and heart ‘Ramp him’ whispers are so real in his heart. Due to his busy life with the art world, Zayyan has almost no girlfriend other than Vira and his cousin's sister. 

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Two men are heartbroken because love is not to be unconsciously sitting at one table, their gazes are glued in the glass filled with colorless water, he said, once downing their faces gave a different reaction, if one of them flatly enjoyed the drink passing through his throat. Then another one closed his eyes as if the drink was a thorn piercing the neck, it was what distinguished them accustomed and unfamiliar. 

“Arlo.” Zayyan looked to the side. He was surprised to find that the man was half conscious. 

“Za.” Alro's soft voice indicates that he is starting to weaken. His lips smiled, raising his glass toast.

“It turns out you are not a reliable drinker, just a few bottles almost uprooted.” Zayyan glanced at the bottle of precious drink under the bottle of hers. This man shifted his body closer to Arlo. “ Let me drive you home, you're drunk.” Say again.

“Let me just.” Prevent Zayyan.

Alro's bead stared in disbelief at the bottle of expensive drinks in the bar. “You've already paid, you're not stealing, ‘kan?”

Zayyan simply smiled then took out his money sheet and ignored Arlo's suspicious gaze. Seeing from the style of the man was just mediocre, do not want to think bad maybe Zayyan was just getting a salary, Arlo offset the steps of the man to get out of there. They stopped at one of the bridges, the place was indeed suitable for seclusion and spending time alone, the reflection of the crescent moon on the tears captivating eyes to always look at him. 

“You smoke ?” Zayyan turned his head to the side just as Arlo turned on the lighter.

“Iya, but secretly because Shamora doesn't like me smoking.” The puff of white smoke was blown in the air. Arlo smiled considering how excited the girl would be if she smoked in front of him.

“You love him ?”

“All is over and I must let it go, my own fault is afraid to reveal it.” A bitter laugh framed Arlo's lips. His net was staring away at the wall of the endless night sky, up there was a star laughing at him.

“My face will be happy with Nevan, he is a good man.” 

“You like Shamora.” Arlo glanced to the side. There was an insoluble meaning in the look on Zayyan's face and Arlo could see the look of hurt and love inside the iris of the male eye beside him.

“Reclaration.”

“Let me guess, we like the same woman. Since when?” Arlo smiled and felt happy. His heart was comforted after finding the same person as him. 

“Since first met him.” Zayyan replied timidly, the hue of his face hidden thanks to the dimness of the bridge lights.

“I'm not alone.” Arlo's laughter broke.