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“Kau—“

The anger in Tara can no longer be muted, but seeing her brother is so fragile. Tara bit her lips and scooped her face violently. Pulling long hair on the front. So dead-end the problem that suddenly came. Tara clenched tightly. “Why did you become like this, Na ...?”

Tara inhaled as much air as possible to relieve the tightness in her chest. Look up for a moment with your eyes closed. Now he is the one who must help Naja, protect the brother who always sacrificed for her. A brother who loves him even if he himself has to be hurt.

Slowly Tara approached and guided Naja to his feet, sitting him on the bed.

“Calm down, crying will not make the problem complete...you should rest first,” comfort Tara while gently caressing the messy back of Naja's hair.

“Listen ... We always go through all the difficulties together, right? This time also ...there is nothing we cannot pass by if we remain calm and strengthen each other. I know you're very happy you and Ai will be together, but there's still Mama Ai you have to soften.” Tara confirmed her position to be more comfortable and could immediately see the face of Naja who was teary-eyed. Tara knew her brother was screwed. The most messed up he's ever seen.

“One month is a long time, we still have many opportunities to find a way out, or do you want to go back to work with Miss Jen?”

Naja shook her head, her determination was already unanimous ... will not return to Jen's side. He is not strong close to Excel which makes his heart does not want to rhythmically normal.

“Now sleep ... don't think of anything ....” Tara's up. A smile full of sincerity was painted briefly on the lips of this white man.

Tara was still waiting until Naja shuffled up onto the mattress, while fixing the bedsheet that was messed up by her actions. Tara helps put a pillow so that Naja can sleep comfortably. His tears had stopped flowing, but the sound of sobbing was still occasionally heard in the room so silent. Heavy breathing repeatedly out of the nasal cavity Naja feels hot when touching the back of the hand that is used as a pedestal.

Tara opted out after Naja closed her eyes. The man who was supposed to do the college assignment also did not know what to do. Everything feels dead-end. But he did not want to make Naja burdened.

Naja's eyelids are closed not because of real sleep, but just want to make Tara calm. As soon as the door of the room closed, Naja opened her eyes and turned her position to be on her back. The ceiling of the room has always been the place to exchange stories. Hang all the fret and his dreams.

“Sorry Mom .. I lied to Mom for something this big,” Naja muttered in her heart. Naja bit his lips, enduring the pain that tore his soul. Even since childhood Naja taught to be honest even though sick or fruitful punishment, but since the incident one year ago.

Naja is still trying to loosen himself from the claustrophobic impitan. The eyelids are getting heavier, making it closed involuntarily. Ignoring the clink of the phone that hints at notification of incoming messages.

As soon as it closes, what seems to be attached to the iris of his eye is Excel when he looks at it. Like ice fluttering all over her body, Naja froze with bated breath. His eyeballs were moving wildly .. trying to cast Excel out of the shadow of his eyes. But because it did not go away, Naja chose to open her eyes quickly and filled her chest cavity with air.

“I should have imagined the anger of mother or Ai's face, but why Excel?” instead sigh in my heart.

His phone kept ringing, forcing Naja to get up and pick up the flat object. With her hands still trembling, Naja opened one by one the incoming messages and read them.

–Naja, Papa and Mama are home. They ask you, you better be back– soon

Once again Naja breathed his breath into the air. “Sorry Jen, even if I come back it will be the last time ... and if we meet again, it will not be the same anymore .. I hope you get my new replacement.”

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“Steel still wants to marry Syailedra, Sir!” lirih Wasi on Edi –suami– The nimble hands of women who have given birth to Pranaja Utari and Prasaja Utarra are nimble to move the iron on a long robe. The woman looked glum.

Edi, the 55-year-old man coughed, “ as much as possible we should prevent it Mom, I'm worried about Naja's life later on.” Edi's hoarse voice sounded heavy, his breathing was panting saying a line of sentences that were not how long. Reciting the speech without pause and full of pressure, made Edi again cough even harder than before.

In a hurry, Edi placed the nearly empty glass on the table. “Don't Bu .. later Naja even thought. After taking the medicine from Mr. mantri already mengingan anyway. Not bad anymore cough.”

“Pak .. however Naja is entitled to know. Or you're hiding something from Mom?”

“Engga Bu. .. What do you want to hide what?”

“Ya do not know .. if you know, I will not name it ...”

"Totec ... Just can not know if you are sick, anyways this is just an ordinary cough Ms....” Edi shifted his seat slightly away from Wasi and looked at him. “ ... and you do not agree that Syailendra wants to marry Naja. I refused Mom, I do not approve.”

Wasi sighed. “Pak ... Lendra had already said that she would propose to Naja, so it was possible that Ms. Linda had already approved of their relationship. Who knows, sir? Otherwise, Naja may accept .. she would be more hurt because her boyfriend is married than having to live with Miss Linda!"

“Naja can not marry Lendra ... THE POINT! You are still hurt by Linda's words at that time, who did she say to her boss's mistress? Naja works honestly and Tara makes sure of that. This house is pure sweat from Naja, and I'm proud of Naja."

Edi coughed again, even harder to bend while holding his stomach and chest.

"Yes Allah ... Mr ...!" Wasti immediately took a glass and filled it with warm water. Half ran Wasti back to the living room where her husband was still coughing. Wasti's face was engulfed in a tremendous panic. Never before had Edi coughed so badly. If you think again, the cough suffered by Edi is getting worse every day.

"Astagfirullah ... Mr. ..," Wasi's eyes widened perfectly when he saw that Edi's palm was filled with red liquid. Besides Edi also had difficulty breathing, Edi looked in pain while holding his chest.

"Yes Allah ... Mr ... Father why?" Wasi looked at her husband. "Sir .. This drink first ...!" Wasi tried to remain calm despite his shaking hands helping Edi drink, but the water was spilled because Edi could not swallow it.

"Yes Allah ... PLEASE ...!" Raung Wasi felt that Edi's body was getting heavier and his eyes were closed.

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