Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Epiaode 7 Taste of various stories.

Meanwhile in a far away town...

Behind a gallant building stood, a beautiful woman, sitting on a park bench in the middle of the city.

Clearly there, the face was displaying a sense of disappointment and anger.

He was unpacking the contents of a backpack in front of him.

Not far from where he sat, stood a man in a relaxed style.

"Say where did you keep that thing?." Ask the woman, to the man in a high tone.

"Give me a quick hand, don't tell me you didn't bring it." He said again, while raising his right hand, asking for something to the man, who was still confused at the request of his lover.

"What are you asking for?, I don't understand what you mean?." Answer the man honestly. Because from that moment on, he was confused.

In addition now he also felt embarrassed, because suddenly the two became the focus of the view, from people passing by, as well as those who were enjoying a relaxing time in the park.

"Cool your mind, and when it's quiet you can come see me." Said the man in a flat tone, while taking the bag, and put back all his possessions scattered.

"If you can't calm down and talk well, don't see me again." Continue in the same tone.

The man's bead stared intently, at the woman who was now silent without a word in front of him.

"You have embarrassed me, if you can no longer put your bod*h face in front of me." Say it again, before you leave.

Hearing her lover's words, the woman realized that she had just made a big mistake.

"Related ...Dion ...wait, forgive me. forgive my stupidity.'' Pimtanya.

''I'm afraid you're leaving me." Clearly, while pulling the man's hand, when he was about to step away.

The man who is none other than Giodion atmadja, the only grandson of Mahesa atmadja who owns several large hotels in the country.

The rich youth with a cold, indifferent and rude attitude.

Due to his persistent struggle, as well as the support of master Mahes Dion's grandfather, a few months ago, has agreed to establish a relationship with him.

Even though he knew the young man, he never loved him.

With great confidence, that one day, his efforts will be able to melt the ice wall that stands firmly, in the chest of the field of the young man.

"Dion I was wrong, I'm sorry." He said again, after feeling the man began to heed his words back.

"Did I give you one more chance, explain to me what you're looking for in my bag?, and explain why you're doing this?." Dion asked, turning his body back, and looking fixedly at the woman.

There was a sense of annoyance, as well as anger at the handsome man's flat face.

"I ...''

The woman's words stopped for a moment, she hesitated doubtfully.

However, seeing the lover frowning, he again said, I'm looking for a cell phone, an old phone of yours."

"A few days ago, someone called me, he said that you had another lover, a woman you knew outside of town.'' The woman tried to explain, the reason behind her actions.

But as if he knew, that the young man was getting annoyed, he said again. ''Forgive me for being such a fool as to believe that person's words and doubt you. But trust me, I won't do it again."

The beautiful girl, still clasping tightly to Dion's hand, so as not to leave.

Wita is Dion's lover according to the Wita version.

However, the truth for Dion is an agreement with the grandfather, if he is willing to establish a relationship with Wita daughter of the grandfather's distant cousin, with a deadline of 6 months.

If in that period of time, Wita is unable to make Gidion fall in love with him. So, the grandfather will allow his grandson to return to town B, to take care of the hotel branch there.

But actually the grandfather already knows, Dion's goal to town B, which is to be reunited, with his childhood love first.

Indeed, he did not object to this, but there was another consideration that required Mahesa, forbidding the grandson to come to town B.

Hearing Wita's words, Dion smiled faintly with a thousand meanings.

Back to story.

"Then ...in your opinion, does the caller really just want to make us fight, or tell the truth?." Dion asked Wita, in a cynical tone.

"Sure ..of course I believe you." Answer Wita reflexes and nervousness.

Because right now for him, the gaze of the person he loved so much, looks very scary.

He could not guess what was in his lover's mind.

Hearing that answer, the young man smiled, and asked again. "Really?..Then what did you do just now?.''

A speech that is more domineering, and scary for Wita.

It was as if Dion's current eyes and voice, condemning him as a liar.

" A.ku ..aku."

Getting such treatment, Wita wants to explain in more detail.

However, he had not yet said his words were cut off. Dion covered his mouth roughly, using his sturdy palm, or rather smothering Wita's mouth.

"Shut your mouth that smells bus*k, I hate a liar so much." Dion's words were rough.

He knew long ago that the man in front of him was cold and stiff.

However, he also did not expect that it would be that soon, receiving harsh treatment from his lover.

Wita's heart felt a great sadness.

However, he still did not want to lose the person he loved long ago.

"Why, do you want to cry?, you should have known that this would happen sooner or later, didn't I never like you.'' Dion's.

''Don't take 6 months, even if you spend your time, a lifetime near me, it won't change anything.''

''You still mean nothing to me, so I ask can you give up now?." Dion said again, with more pressured words, to awaken the woman, for her futile efforts.

In fact, Dion did not have the heart and did not want to hurt anyone.

However, because Wita was stubborn and too arrogant about himself, so he was forced to do this.

Dion just wanted the woman, to stop wishing and not to bother her anymore.

"Why are you so cruel Dion?, I sincerely love you. In fact, from the day you first got here, I liked you." Said Wita, in the middle of a sobbing.

"Stay crying there, and make yourself a spectacle of that man, you stupid girl." Dion said again, stepping away from there.

....................

Back again, to a hospital VIP hospital room.

In contrast to the aura in the central garden of the city, which looked like it was overcast.

Here, compare 360o with the one there.

It was as if the entire room had become shades of pink, and filled with images of lope-lope hearts strewn across the space.

*advise yes *

Three people, in the room looks familiar chatting.

Discuss things from long and short, from east to west, or perhaps from dry season to rainy season.

The point is they (especially Rasya and his father) always try, find a way so that the conversation does not become awkward, and feel uncomfortable.

For Mr. Wijaya, he wanted Rasya to be more familiar with Rahartika.

Even in his mind, already agreeing on what if there is a more special relationship.

As a tadpole, it turns out that Rasya who has since met the girl, at the dinner was already interested, he welcomed the opportunity given the father.

It is like there is empathy and telepathy from eye to eye, between the two people (Rasha and Wijaya).

"Excuse me for a minute, I'd like to call my family driver ." He was polite asking permission.

"Are you going home?." Rasya asked reflexively, while standing up from sitting down.

Somehow Rasya's heart became disappointed, when he heard Rahartika was about to call the driver of his family.

Seeing that, Rahartika smiled gently towards Rasya.

"No brother, I'm going to a friend's house, to group work." Ika replied calmly, with a sweet smile, fixed on her tiny lips.

"Let Rasya drive you, and he'll go back to the office." Vijaya said, interrupting Rasya's conversation.

"Wouldn't it trouble Rasya later?." Tanya Ika made sure.

"Why bother, it'll be quieter, if you help keep him away from here." Wijaya replied, with a joke for the son.

"Are you going to mind Sya, taking Ika to her friend's house?." Ask Wijaya again, while slightly glancing at the son who had been so far away, trying to cover his happy face.

And Wijaya certainly knows, will it.

"No... I'll get him safely to his destination." Sahut Rasya, with facial features made as calm as possible.

"Even if I could, I'd take it home, and lock it up at home, to keep it safe, yeah." Thought the young man, stringing up wishful thinking.

"Well ..I will take Om's advice, and thank you for setting Ika kak Rasya ." Rahartika said cheerfully.

"Alright then, let me say goodbye to Daddy for a moment Om" continued the girl back.

"That's saying Om, if there's a time later let me come see you again.'' Pamit Rahartika, while kissing the back of Wijaya's hand.

"Yes, be careful." He answered after rubbing Rahartika's head for a moment, when the girl kissed the back of her hand.

"Jaga is fine." His request to Rasya.

"Of course Well, what needs to be taken home directly and in brackets at home, so that more security is guaranteed?, He.he.he." The young man joked, saying goodbye.

"Sir.puk..puk..''

Wijaya patted Rasya's back slowly.

In his heart, he wanted the son to be with Rahartika, especially Wijaya knew there was a special feeling in the young man's heart.

With a distinctive shady voice of his he again said. ''Because of the stupid boy, quickly go later he waited too long.

Wijaya hugged the son, he gave support for the son with a speech. ''Oh yes yes Yes, I like him too, pursue him father supports you.