Loved Brondong
Curhat Bank

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The night was getting late, after being satisfied enough to enjoy the beauty of the night in the city park. Eza intends to take Yasmin home. Something changed from the look of Yasmin's face after going through the banyan tree earlier. Eza also did not understand, why Yasmin suddenly moody.

There's not much talk between them. Eza wanted to ask, but he was worried that it would make Yasmin even quieter. Arriving at the motor park, Eza ventured to ask. Has he done anything wrong? Why is Yasmin like this?

"Senja, are you okay?" asked Eza slightly bent his body, Yasmin who stood in front of him, reflexively rewinded her body.

The woman looked Eza in the eyes. "Emm, I'm fine, Sky." A second later he turned away from Eza.

Eza stood up straight again. "Then why are you suddenly moody. Is there something wrong with my words?" tanyanya's confused.

"No."

"Is it because I forced you to go through that tree?"

Yasmin smiled faintly, impressed more forcefully. "The sky, this has nothing to do with the tree, nor you." He took the helmet hanging from the steering wheel of the bike. "I'm just a little tired, can we go home now?" Then tilt his head.

Eza breathed for a moment. "All right, we're going home. But, if you have a problem, you can tell, Dusk. I don't mind, so the Bank tells you," said Eza prepared to get on the bike.

"Bank Curious?" tanyanya's confused. Again Eza made him confused by the strange term.

The man also turned around. With a serious face he explained the meaning of his words. "Yes, you can save as much. Tell me all, there's no limit if you save up for me." Eza makes a cross index finger movement.

It made Yasmin laugh. "Silly .. could be you." Without him knowing, his smile made Eza smile too.

Then suddenly, Eza pinched Yasmin's nose in a fit of anxiety. "Well, that's dong .. smile, it's beautiful. If you keep pouting, I'm afraid it'll rain again."

Yasmin grimaced for a moment. "There-there's. Never mind, I'm going up. Borrow your hand" he said, avoiding further interaction. Honestly, he felt very fond of Eza's treatment. Since Bali, their first introduction.

Eza wants to express her feelings. But he was afraid that he would be rejected again if he was too hasty. Yasmin clearly knew what Eza meant to approach her. However, his heart did not want to stay away from the man. They come from two different generations. How Yasmin should explain it later, if Eza again asks her to be a lover. There's no way he's running anymore, is he.

How much Yasmin thought. Their relationship is very difficult. That wouldn't be possible. Let that happiness never exist.

Yasmin laid her body on the bed. He closed his eyes trying to fall asleep. His body was indeed tired, but even more tired his increasingly strong heart harbored feelings. A long sigh was heard for the umpteenth time.

The notification of his cell phone message suddenly sounded. Yasmin also read a message she already knew from whom.

"Good break, Dusk. May your fatigue be gone tomorrow. I didn't expect you to dream of me. But for sure I'll dream of you, my weapon."

After reading the message, Yasmin looked sad. Then the second message came in.

"Good night, Dusk."

This time Yasmin replied.

"Night."

Yasmin clasped her phone in the chest. The clear liquid that had been dammed up in his eye pellet, flowed from the corner of his eye. He remembered something in the garden. A wish that is only spoken with carelessness. However, he came to think after seeing Eza while opening his blindfold. Is the myth true? He was eager to deny that.

"Will I be happy and have a full family?"

Yasmin muttered before closing her eyes. The wish that had been said before crossing the two banyan trees.

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