THE OWNER OF THE HEART ROOM
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Richard rushed to the elevator as soon as he got out of the car to get to the apartment lobby because Nawang sent him a message that he had arrived and waited in the lobby.

His expectations were wrong.

He thought he would get to Nawang first because the distance of the office and apartment was closer than the distance from the Nawang factory.

Maybe because Nawang uses a motorbike, so it can slip, in addition - he knows not long - because Nawang likes to run the motor with a minimum speed of 60 km/h.

Once out of the elevator, his eyes could instantly find the sole occupant of the sofa in the current lobby. Dawang.

The woman looked cool looking at the cell phone in her hand. Looks like I'm playing a game.

"Sorry must wait" said Richard as soon as he arrived and stood beside Nawang who looked a little surprised and raised his head.

Richard's eyes were staring at the screen of Nawang's phone which was displaying the game Paint By Number.

A game that makes drowsiness according to him, Too njlimet.

"No papa. Just wait five minutes." said Nawang then stood up and put his phone into his favorite light brown totebag.

"Yuk." took Richard ahead of Nawang and then stopped at the reception desk, where there was a man younger than.

"Sir, this is Mbak Nawang. Maybe it will come to me often." said Richard who turned out to introduce himself to the young man.

"Ready,Mas. I'm Wicak, mbak." said the young man while nodding his head politely at Nawang from behind the chest-high reception desk.

Nawang replied with a nod and a sweet smile.

"I'll ride first, sister. Yuk, Non." said Richard then gently pulled Nawang's fingers.

And he was surprised when Nawang did not try to release his hand even though they had been in the elevator and then down the hallway to the door of his apartment.

What is this really? Not usually this female tiger is sweet like a gini cat.

"You sick?" richard asked worriedly as they had similarly sat on the long sofa in front of the tv.

He could only carefully look at the face of Nawang who looked haggard even though he was now smiling.

It's so weird, kid.

"No. Why?" asked Nawang while looking at him.

And his heart was more and more unsettled when he saw Nawang's gaze on him was also different.

The eyes that always look sad but fierce are now increasingly looking moody, but also look smiling at him.

"What's wrong? You why?" asked Richard softly.

Right now their bodies are perfectly facing off on the sofa with their legs crossed.

"No papa." answered Nawang as he lowered his head to suppress the tears that just carelessly rose in his eyes.

Not not knowing that Nawang was hiding his tears, but Richard chose to be quiet for a moment.

Give Nawang time to release the burden of his heart through tears.

Because if forced it seems free. Nawang's answer must be 'no papa'.

Hhhh, the mainstay vocabulary of women who are trying to save and treat their own heartache.

"If you want to cry, just cry fast. No papa. Don't hold that. Later you hurt your chest, Non." said Richard quietly after a moment of silence watching Nawang who still seemed busy stemming tears.

And the man was fixated when Nawang suddenly hit his chest and whimpered there.

Patted gently on the shoulders of this beloved woman.

Nawang cried for a long time. Sometimes sniffling, stopping for a while like adjusting your breath, then crying again. So repetitive.

"When are you going to be?" asked Nawang with a face that still remained in his chest.

"He....?" richard was confused.

"I...must say how?" ask Richard again.

"Aja by the way. Be honest. The story. Don't make me know myself gini, trus so gini." said Nawang while inching properly in front of Richard - though with a cloudy face - increasingly showing a face of confusion.

What the hell is this?

"What do I have to tell you about? I don't understand" Richard said at last.

If the ferocious culprit gini to the cry of bombay like that, means the problem discussed by Nawang should be a big problem as well. Butwhat?

Nawang suddenly stood up and ran into his bedroom.

"Eh, Non...why do you want....in?" richard's question floated when he saw that Nawang had already come out with three white bottles.

Richard's heart instantly beat faster.

Here we go.

"I was searching for all the uses of this drug. And this is for HIV. I was also searching for anything related to HIV and I remember, you said several times that at eleven to twelve in the evening you were dead. I remember you said you always wished for me, but I couldn't hope for you.." this time Nawang's tears flooded back and made him stop talking.

Richard sculpting.

"Because you're drinking this, aren't you, Mas?" nawang asked softly and then again smashed into Richard's chest with a cry - which sounded very sad to Richard-, hugging Richard's waist tightly. Even very tightly.

O God.

But nimbly immediately wiped it.

Now is not the time to cry.

Now is the time to face reality.

Or even lose.

Losing the woman who was hugging him tightly at this moment.

A first tight hug might also be her last hug.

My God, the day he feared has finally come.

"Why not answer again?" asked Nawang with his crashing tone while pinching his waist.

"I..what should I answer?" richard asked with a face of shock.

But, wait.

The tone of Nawang's voice just like Nawang's usually if it's late.

"I was asking what are you?" asked Nawang with a face as ugly as if Richard was mocking him.

"I..drink that...no?" richard is doubtful.

He looked at Nawang who was also looking at him with eyes like that.

Ah, the sad fierce eyes she always missed.

"That knows.Why not answer that too?" ask Nawang again.

"Yes. I drank it." replied Richard with all my might so as not to sound trembling.

"You're bummer!" now Nawang again cried and beat his chest with both hands.

But not for long. Because Nawang again hid his face in his chest with his cry.

I'm so sorry, honey....I'm so sorry....

"Why not tell me the same story? You don't believe me?!" asked Nawang while pinching his back with emotion.

Oh dear..what are you doing?

"I'm sorry." That's all that can come out of his mouth.

He's totally blank right now.

"From morning I sport the heart, worried from earlier, crying from earlier, you can only say sorry doang?!" nagging Nawang in his chest again adorned his ears.

"I....."

"You don't want to tell me why it happened?" tanya Nawang still kept her face hidden and still by pinching her back. Still with the tone of scolding that he always missed.

"Do you really want to hear my story?" asked Richard with a smile.

"Yes. But while eating. I'm starving to know!" answered Nawang while releasing his embrace then sat down with a face grumbling.

Richard couldn't hold his lap.

"Hunger because it's mostly crying?" ledek Richard glanced at him.

His hands were already cool to open the inter-messaging service.

"What do you want to eat?" ask Richard.

It's up." replied Nawang as his hands tidied the bottles containing his life guard.up to the side table then sat quietly by leaning his back on the back of the sofa.

Richard then chose to order grilled honey, stir-fried kale, fried squid, complete with rice and extra vegetables, as well as two mango juices.

"Wait another half an hour ya." said Richard then leaned back on the back of the sofa, take a deep breath, just keep watch if there was another surprise from Nawang.

"Sorry.." said Nawang slowly as he looked into his chest.

"Why?" ask Richard deg-degan.

I'm sorry I can't be with you anymore....

"Your clothes are wet because I'm mostly crying there" said Nawang as he pointed at his chest with a blush.

Richard chuckles.

Kirain wants to talk serem....Turns out.....

"No papa. Seriously no papa." said Richard with a happy smile.

"I'm sorry again." said Nawang still in a soft voice.

The deg!

In the end.....

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