The Heart of Vania
Something Missing in My Heart

PoV Abyan Pratama's

a.k.a Bonus Reader

Tit.

I hung up the phone call on Mom. I thought he was angry and was preparing to go home from my anger, but I didn't think he was taking a break after spending his time coming home from my apartment with the girl at Grey Savanna Restaurant.

My memory retreated at night after burying Dinda. Her voice filled my ear cavity as if it was her biggest dream after twice losing a loved one.

I've saved up a lot to feed you and your future wife when you introduce her to Mom at Grey Savanna Restaurant. Mother would treat him very well whoever loved the son of Mother's pride. I hope he will be a interlocutor when the old mother later because your father and sister have left Mother first, while you must always accompany the Young Master.

I looked off the expanse of the Capital's atmosphere, "Is Mom so disappointed with how I feel about Vivian?" ask myself without anyone answering, "What do you expect me to marry? Just a talkative? If that's all I'll split the time."

My right hand held the nametag Vivian who had fallen without realizing it. This is the thing that becomes a redeemer of longing if I miss him. Unfortunately, God did not bring us together sooner until I had to be tormented by the circumstances as of now. Unrequited feelings, disappointment Mom will hope lost and– new problems arise.

Vania, the sister of my best friend's wife who always undermines with her innuendo even the acid Mother's innuendo loses with her innuendo, not sour anymore but bitter.

"Why is the child so different from the gentle and innocent Madam?" mumamku sorry.

By the way sorry, I deeply regret my control that just slipped off just because at a glance saw his pink lips twitch me while teaching him to drive a car.

"I can hold myself back when my distance from Vivian is very close but why is it so different from that brat? I was so worried about his mouth that he couldn't stop babbling. Oh my God ...."

I turned around from the wide glass window, put Vivian nametag on the table, then headed for the kitchen to fetch cold water in the refrigerator– trying to calm down the huffed after remembering my lewd deeds.

"It looks like Vania didn't tell Mom that I kissed her because there's no way she'd just grab my hair if she knew." I theorized by walking around like an iron.

"What if he tells Madam and Ray?– Die me! Ray must've beaten me all out and Madam would definitely not forgive me."

Kuremas-rump my hair still while wondering if something bad will happen. What if after Ray and the Madam find out, I'll know then Mr. Is ... Aggrghhhh ... You idiot! You idiot! Stupid! ... Abyan Pratama you dug your own grave!" pekikku cursing himself.

The only solution is to silence Vania so as not to complain, but how? It was so depraved that I asked her to keep it a secret after I had done such an indecent act to her for her own sake without thinking about her feelings.

Her feelings?

Ah, I forgot about this one thing. I was busy thinking about myself to forget his feelings when there were many disappointed words addressed to me. You idiot! Once again I'm stupid why not apologize, I actually think of silly things. You know what that is? I want to kiss her lips again.

"And you're Abyan! Get rid of your filthy thoughts before Mom and Ray kill you!" I scream like crazy.

This situation is really the hardest as long as I live. The sound of an incoming call on my phone, the Selfish Boy called me. The name of the contact I gave to Rayyendra Putra Pradipta who always sucks when it gives orders. Why'd he call me? Did he want to ask about what happened last afternoon?

I gasped, blood flowing rapidly towards my heart and brain. I want to lift but do not know what reason I have to give later but if I refuse it must be more runyam.

Who can help me?

The call stopped, I breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the sofa, relaxing myself. Only a minute later the ringtone re-echoed.

Ray called again.

Is this the feeling I need to walk with?

Should I lift?

Tell me why I can't be there where you are

There's something missing in my heart

"Yes Ray."

I finally lifted up, my heart beat like a thief who was caught stealing underwear in clothes clothesline Bu RT.

"Yan, what happened when you taught Vania how to drive?" ask Ray without further ado.

Isn't that right, I guess Ray wanted to ask about what happened this afternoon?

"Sorry Ray, my stomach hurts. I have to go to the bathroom now, it's gone. Tomorrow I'll explain everything to you guys" I said.

Tit.

I hung up the phone without her consent. No matter she was angry or not, I immediately activated silent mode and rushed to the bathroom, not to urinate like I said just now to Ray but to take a shower. Fluttering all over the body, especially the head, in order to think clearly, looking for the most acceptable reason why I suddenly kissed their beloved sister.

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At 02:10 in the morning I woke up after a dream. Slightly daydreaming in the bed, I realized that today was completely chaotic, all out of my control. For the first time in my life, I lost my mind and when I lost that direction somehow my mind was fixed on the Little Wasp. The way he spoke sharply now I could not hate even though he was silencing me with his words. Weird ... This is very strange, because I would have been very upset earlier if he had already started maneuvering with his sentences.

Like a dream just now, while crying he cursed me will always be accompanied by endless loneliness will also always be at a crossroads without knowing which one to choose, gray there and finally die in a sad state.

I held my head with one hand. Breathing deeply and– suddenly appeared a sweet scent that I just knew earlier this afternoon around my sense of smell. Have I gone crazy? I thought about the forced kiss I gave my best friend's sister-in-law– thinking about it with blood rustling. Ah, this is not true!

I decided that tomorrow I have to finish everything no matter what and take responsibility for the consequences. Whether it'll get me beat up by Ray, yelled at by Mom, or looked at with hate by Madam I don't care more than I keep thinking about the girl. I'm sure this is just the implication of guilt that makes me lose something in my heart, which is common sense control.

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Because yesterday someone asked PoV Assistant Yan to know his heart, hehehe ... Hope you are '6th