The Crack of a Heart
His Arrival

Apartments, cars and household appliances are luxurious and super sophisticated so spoil Arifa was in the Farhan residence for one week. His brother only has time in his apartment just to sleep and eat dinner.

"Sir, is the working time of a CEO in this country very dense huh?" asked Arifa when she entered the workspace of the brother, then began to protest with the working hours of the brother who she thought was too in the forsir. "Rifa so it is not dear if you have a wife every day in the protests continue," he said, this time so touching Farhan.

"Eat it before you are satisfied with the work and good achievements, you do not want to think about women. Who has also Fa, all blurred," replied Farhan with his pair of eyes still staring at the laptop screen. "Oh yeah, the day after tomorrow, didn't you go back to Indo? later if there is free time, brother between you to buy souvenirs," he continued and walked to the row of books neatly arranged on the shelf.

"Okay, we all go for a walk, brother? Rifa was getting bored in the apartment constantly," persuaded the sister with his powerful attitude, holding his hands on her arms while shaking.

"Yes, ready!" farhan said that was so convincing to Arifa.

The digital clock on Farhan's desk has been shown at seven p.m. Usually, the sun has just sunk in the western horizon and the sky has begun to darken, there is only starlight and the moon that adorns the dark expanse of the night.

*Ting Tong*The sound of the apartment bell rings. Farhan and Arifa exchanged glances. Because they don't have an appointment with anyone today. The bell rang from the front door of the elevator in the lobby connected to the unit.

Farhan came out of his study followed by Arifa. He looked at a small screen next to the elevator door.

"Well that's Danish, why is he here, brother?" ask the unbelieving Arifa. The beat on his heart slowly became fast, what was it?

Arifa had not had time to tell Farhan much about between himself, Danish and Eliezer because of Farhan's busy time-consuming. For some reason, Arifa felt that Farhan was also now a different person. Like a 'workaholic' person when he had never been like that before.

"Want to meet at or not? if not ... " Not yet Farhan continued his words, Arifa quickly cut him off.

"Rifa found him."

Farhan smiled, hopefully Arifa's decision is the best. Whoever the choice of the heart of the brother, he will always support it. However, as a brother, he only kept his sister until he had a legitimate life partner in the eyes of law and religion. Hope there is no such thing as farewell. After that, regardless of his obligation as a substitute for their parents who have died.

"Okay, get ready first. Who knows who wants to be invited to the road" proposed Farhan with the end that mocked the younger brother.

"Yes, yes." Arifa immediately went to the room she occupied for one week to change clothes, becoming more feminine with a dress and heels that were not too high. Not to forget, the hair he deliberately stalls to cover the neck of his fingers.

"Come! it's a new girl," led Farhan again when he saw Arifa who had just come out of the room.

"What the hell Brother! I've never seen a beautiful woman. So do not work mulu, find a soul mate hunt! if it goes the same way Rifa how ?" Arifa quibbled and made Farhan cluck.

"Yes later if not busy," replied Farhan. Arifa shook her head and laughed.

"Rifa go first, sister" said Arifa with a smile that showed her dimples. Farhan nodded slowly, smiling too.

"Remember Brother's message, follow your heart, listen and value the person you think you're sure of. The good news is that it depends on your own judgment. Don't listen to anyone else's words, because in the future you and he are living it." Farhan's words touched Arifa's heart and hugged her brother tightly.

"Thanks a lot, Brother."

"You're very welcome. Go, don't make him wait for you too long" said Farhan who then nodded while releasing his embrace.

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The face that had long been yearned for, was now standing right in front of him. The smile that always haunts her night has now risen again.

Since the last meeting between himself and the thin-faced woman, leaving a story that is not clear how the end. Likewise with his feelings, felt adrift in the middle of the stormy ocean.

Wrestling, glued, and empty. That's how he's felt over the last few months.

"Hi, welcome back, Om!"

"Hallo, Arifa Nazwa."

The two raised their right hands to greet each other. The smile did not escape from the corner of Danish and Arifa lips.

"Would you come with me for a walk?" hail Danish with hope. Arifa nodded with a radiant look on her face. "Corn!" invite him while allowing Arifa to go first.

The two went hand in hand, until in front of the lobby appeared a car similar to the property of the brother parked neatly waiting for his master. Danish opened the door for Arifa.

"Thank you Om!" arifa said with pleasure.

"Either. Please come in."

Arifa nodded as she got into the car and sat down beside the steering chair. After closing the car door, Danish walked up to the steering wheel and sat there.

"Where are we going, Om?" asked Arifa who was starting to be curious.

"Dinner" Danish replied with a very sweet smile. But Arifa said nothing more.

Danish drove his vehicle through the quiet night streets to a star-rated hotel in the center of the capital. Along the way, Arifa was so amazed at what she saw was truly stunning.

Especially during this one week, he never went out at night. Most only see the beauty of the city from the balcony of the room in Farhan's apartment. Even more amazing, when the car driven by Danish has been in front of the terrace entrance lobby. The exterior decoration of the hotel is very different from most hotels in the country.

"Yuk down!" take Danish with you, take off her seat belt. Likewise with Arifa, because tidying her hair first, finally Danish who opened the door for her.

After that, the unexpected happened. Danish folded his left hand, codifying Arifa to embrace him like a pair of lovers. But the person who was given the code looked awkward and timid to do so.

"What should Om?"

...Connect ......