MY HEART HAS DIJLEB-JLEBIN YOU
KISSMARK

That morning social media in the world of the country was again made up in an uproar. No, not really because of the photo of Nia and Zaim kissing on the study table that finally spread. Photos of Nia and Zaim's brutal kiss are still stored in Ikbal's cell phone gallery secured with a super duper complex pattern lock. The main male character in the uproar was still occupied by Zaim, but the main female character was no longer Nia but Kasih. Right, Kasih. That love.

The twenty-six second video that went viral this morning shows Zaim and Kasih hugging at the airport. I don't know who the recorder is, nor the editor. The video is edited so brilliantly that it is no less if juxtaposed with Korean drama. How not? The video was neatly trimmed, inserted backsound sad song belonging to one of the famous bands, given the effect of slow motion, and spiked with a title that was so fitting, LOVE THAT NOT UNTIL!

"His, are you okay?"

Nia looked at Vina. "I look at why-why?"

Vina nodded. "So of course I'm rich to see you suddenly have horns, tails, same fangs that, Him."

"Gue wants to go back."

"Eh?" Vina's after Nia. "Say you want to buy a new phone?"

"Tomorrow."

"Keep swimming?"

"Tomorrow," said Nia.

"Continuously to K-m*rtnya?"

Nia stopped her steps, while pressing down on every word she had already repeated twice. "Tomorrow." Nia passed.

"Hmm so that if people are no longer sensitive to being burned by the fire of jealousy."

Vina giggled as Nia walked on, as the Paskibraka had only one day left to train. Nia was indeed being burned by the flames of jealousy, for the first time. For some reason after watching the video of the lover and the "third person", Nia felt her body suddenly as if soaked in ginger boiled water. Nia wants to see Zaim as soon as possible, but Nia holds him back.

"Toh ntar he also to my room," grumbled Nia.

Yes, Zaim always took the time to meet Nia after work. If her mood was good, Nia would allow Zaim to enter. But if Nia's mood was as bad as it was now, it was certain that Zaim would only end up flickering at the door. Zaim knew the reason Nia had rejected him tonight, and without hesitation immediately explained. But Nia did not hear him say, nor did she hear Nia chew her favorite poki snacks.

" … Love that I'm a rich Zain, baby." Zaim took a breath. "Okay, we're obrolin again if your mood is light. Good night."

Nia turned her head for a moment towards the door, then resumed her activities to make malicious comments on the video of Zaim and Kasih. But when Nia was engrossed, the door to her room was opened from the outside. Soon Zaim appeared, locked the door of the room from the inside, and then approached Nia who was lying on the bed. Of course Nia was surprised and intended to throw Zaim's face with a pillow. But for God's sake, Zaim's handsome face was already cheating!

"You are busy."

"He'em." Nia didn't stop her two thumbs from typing dirty words.

"Say dong, darling. I'm not good at being disturbed."

"It turns out Zaim Alfarezi doesn't have a face."

Zaim held back his laughter, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm clear too."

"He'em."

"What should I do?*"

*What should I do.

"Sleep."

"Yuk."

Spontaneous Nia turned to Zaim, putting on a haunted face. "Don't macem-macem."

"How can I not?" Zaim drew near to Nia.

"Jaudah is up."

"Are you serious? I'm not sleeping enough."

"He'em."

"Don't pull your talk." Zaim lay beside Nia, looking at her with a smile. "How could I say I don't like you Ikbal's decks, you mind?"

"And love my brother-in-law" Zaim replied.

"But not that seintens hug either."

"The intens? I've only been intense with you." Zaim drew closer to Nia. "You don't understand what that intense meaning is. Want me to make sense of it?"

"You think intense is just a kiss?"

"Not if the kiss is only on the cheek or on the back of the hand. Some people used to say that as a greeting. Including hugs."

Nia looked again at Zaim. "We're the east."

"I'm a Westerner."

"Bodo is very." Nia turned her back on Zaim.

Zaim again held back the laughter. "Okay I'm sorry. I won't repeat." Zaim hugged Nia.

"No?"

"Yes try to get off on your own."

Nia was struggling, writhing like a caterpillar, even deliberately pitting her head against Zaim's head. But of course it's just wasting energy. Even so Nia kept trying, until her efforts stopped by itself. Crazy one! What was Zaim doing to Nia's holy neck? Don't say. A kissmark? That kissmark? Which leaves a red mark like when our limbs accidentally touch a caterpillar?

"It's new intense. Clear?"

CUPS 

...•▪•▪•▪•▪•...

Ushi ran down the hospital corridor, looking for room number sixteen. And finally, meet. But Ushi did not immediately enter the room, because there were whispers that disturbed him. There were two sisters who had just come out of room number sixteen passing through Ushi while gossiping a heart-wrenching story. The patient in room number sixteen, Burhan, was not visited by anyone despite having been treated two weeks ago. Only Burhan's young daughter has always been faithful to his side.

" … His wife stamped here once. It's not for a peek but for money."

"Yes my. Continuously?"

"I keep beating his wife angry while talking. His wife asked for money to pay the debt. But Mr. Burhanya said he could not because it had been saved for his son's lecture. And his son was crying. Uh, he was slapped by his wife. Yes, that's where Mr. Burhan's condition dropped."

"Crazy. It was a blood slap of its own flesh. Duh, that's really his son, Mr. Burhan. What would be his fate if Mr Burhan died?"

"That's. Most ditaro. It's abis from here he said his wife Pak Burhan took a taxi to the airport."

"Yes Allah. Duh, don't tell me anymore. Can cry me."

CLAMPS

Ushi's heart began to pound when he overheard the sisters' conversation, especially when he saw the condition of Burhan and his daughter. Ushi fell down, and wept roaring behind the door. Due to past heartache and prejudice against Burhan, Ushi ignored Burhan's message two weeks ago that he was hospitalized. Ushi thinks Burhan must have asked her to pay the hospital fee. But the fact is Burhan wants to say a final farewell to Ushi.

" … Will you, Shi?"

Ushi was still silent as much as he pleased, was still reluctant to face the ex-lover.

"Nia's mother went to Taiwan. Work to pay the debt, he said." Burhan touched his pillow. "Below here is the same account book atm. The BCA made repayment of Nia's mother's debt. The BRI for Nia's college. Can I trust you, right?" burhan.

Ushi simply responded to Burhan with a cry.

"I have no one else I can trust to take care of Nia besides you, Shi." Burhan smiled looking at Nia. "Liat dong, still a child is already beautiful gini. Especially later on the gedenya. Please yes, Shi. Please take care of Nia for me."

HOSH HOSH HOSH

Ushi woke up from his deep sleep, and immediately sat staring. The dream again. Yeah, again. Because not once twice Ushi visited the dream. But it was the clearest and most profound dream since Ushi started dreaming it. It wasn't a bad dream but somehow it felt really bad. Ushi got off her bed, then walked towards the dressing table. Ushi opened his briefcase, looking around for a wallet. In the wallet, Ushi still keeps two account books and two atms. Two? Yeah, two. Because Ushi didn't grant all of Burhan's last wishes.

"Enak. Who owes who's paid! You were too good, Han." Ushi went back to his bed. "Just like I said you were evil. You never apologize to me, you never tell me what you left me, and what you put in my locker. Even in the last remaining part of your life."