True Love Never Ends
Part 48's

"You waiting for me?" ask Dilan who saw Elin is still in the parking lot, sitting on a Dilan motorcycle.

"Yes, I have something to talk about" Elin replied. Dilan let out a heavy sigh, he took out his motor key from inside his backpack.

"Yes, come on.." said Dilan while riding his motorbike and turn it on.

Dilan took Elin to a coffee shop near the campus, when they got there they immediately sat in a chair near the entrance.

"What are you talking about, Lin?" dilan asked and he avoided Elin's gaze.

"Our relationship" Elin replied in a low voice "You have no intention of meeting my parents?" elin's question managed to make Dilan wrong, so far the two families have known each other. But there was no official meeting between them to discuss Elin and Dilan's relationship.

"We're still in college, Lin." replied Dilan in the end.

"But soon your lecture is over" said Elin and her feelings began to fidget.

"But your college is still a long time, right?"

"Say you have no intention of taking our relationship to a more serious level, right?" accuse Elin of not holding back anymore. Dilan was silent, he looked down deeply. Seeing that Elin could only try to hold back her cries "Why? Do you like other women?" elin asked and now he couldn't hold back his tears. Dilan was still down, he was silent and when there was the sound of sobbing Elin, Dilan looked up.

"Sorry.." said Dilan gently and she wiped away Elin's tears gently, but then Elin brushed off Dilan's hand.

"Nasha's? You like Nasha?" elin asked again and more tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Elin, i..."

"You're too much, Dilan.." furious Elin and she immediately rushed away from there. Dilan ran after him.

"I was horrified, Elin." cried Dilan but Elin immediately stopped the taxi and left.

"Sial.." furious Dilan, he pulled his hair roughly "I do like Nasha and probably love her"

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"So how's your relationship with Nasha, Azhar?" asked Ummi Rifa while watering the plants in her yard, while Azhar was busy growing white roses there.

"Come, Ummi. Still ashes" replied Azhar.

"Don't impose your will, son. However, the blessing of the old man is very important, if indeed Nasha's parents can not approve you, you should say Nasha" said Ummi Rifa, Azhar smiled at the mother's words.

"Azhar will sincerely release Nasha if after Azhar does all her best and still can not get her, then Azhar promises to release Nasha sincerely"

Now Ummi Rifa who smiled heard the answer of his only son.

And suddenly a car came to their house, and Harry got out of the car that made Azhar frown at what else like Harry coming alone.

"Assalamualaikum.." said Harry while sharing his thin smile.

"Waalaikum salam" Ummi Rifa and Azhar answered simultaneously "Please enter, Har. I wash my hands first." said Azhar and Harry just nodded.

While Ummi Rifa also stopped his activities and he allowed Harry to sit in the living room.

After washing his hands, Azhar returned to meet Harry.

"I thought you came with Nasha" Azhar said.

"Why did you give it to me?" azhar asked confusedly and she noticed the cover of the book that read Laura's name.

"I'm just confused how to tell our life story, especially about Mama who is so confusing" Harry replied "You can read it, no one's read that book except me and now I want you to read it"

Azhar also opened the first sheet of the dairy book, which was written in very untidy handwriting. In that first sheet, Laura fills her with her complete biodata. Including hobbies and goals. His hobby is swimming, he also aspires to be a swimming athlete and also aspires to be a great surgeon.

"He wants to be a doctor?" azhar asked without looking at Harry, because he was still busy reading the graffiti hand of the girl who was then 12 years old.

"Yes, he wants to be a swimming athlete and a doctor" Harry replied. Azhar closed the book, and now she looked at Harry.

"Ege, Har. Can I ask you something?"

"Please" answered Harry.

"You, what are you... Em earlier I'm sorry and I hope you're not offended"

"Okey, what do you want to ask?"

"Did you like Nasha as a grown woman? I don't mean as a brother?"

Harry was astonished at Azhar's question, he looked astonished at "I mean?" asked Harry while frowning.

"I mean, on your phone Nasha's contact name is very romantic. I accidentally read it when we met at the airport and your phone fell off, remember?"

Harry laughed immediately at that and he nodded "Well, Azhar. First, I don't just consider Sister Nasha my sister, she's already like a mother to me. And secondly, it's Nasha's own sister who keeps her contacts by name as if she's my boyfriend. It all started from my classmate named Mera, the girl often approached me and her child was a little centile and her association was a little free. Other than Mera, there were still some other girls who approached me, probably because I was a little famous as the captain of the basketball team at my school. Well, Sister Nasha was afraid that I was dating and was instead stuck in a free society as well, so in front of my friend she often acted like my boyfriend. And his fools, everyone believes including Mera. What else if for example I hang out with them, Sister Nasha likes to disturb by constantly calling or sending messages. And the impact, I'm single until now"

Azhar could not help but laugh amusedly hear Harry's story about the silliness of Nasha, it turns out that the girl is indeed a type of possessive girl.

"And I love Sister Nasha very much as my sister, since childhood we have always been together and supported each other. Mama used to punish us if we did something she didn't like, like I used to run in school races. Mama really hoped I would win that race because my opponent was a rival of Mama's business son, my leg was injured and I obviously lost. As a result, Mama locked me up in the barn, honestly at that time I was very afraid of the dark, but Sister Nasha came, brought a flashlight and she highlighted the shed from under the door, just a little light came in but it reduced my fear a little. Mama reduced me overnight, and Sister Nasha waited in front of that as well overnight. He continued to babble at length to divert my fear, until we both fell asleep" Harry said with glassy eyes. Recollecting that time. Where even his father couldn't help Harry. And Nasha is always there for Harry "That's why I love Sister Nasha so much and I consider her to be like my mother. He's always been supporting me and accompanying me"

Azhar can only be silent to hear Harry's story, she never thought how a mother could do such a thing to her young child. Azhar felt very concerned about Harry, his own biological son was treated like that. Then what about Nasha who's just his adopted daughter?

"And there are still many punishments that Nasha and I have experienced, Azhar" continued Harry while rubbing his hot eyes.

"You're both great and wonderful children" that's all Azhar can say to comfort Harry.

"Mama was crazy about this, it all happened at the death of Laura's sister"

"I see, every mother must be devastated by the departure of her daughter" said Azhar while looking at Laura's dairy book in her hands.

"But Mama is different, she's... He was sick" Harry said in a clenched voice, and suddenly he stood up.

"I'm here to tell you, Sister Nasha loves you so much but she's still too naive and burdened with return. But if Kak Nasha continues to follow Mama's will, then even to death Kak Nasha will not be separated from Mama even though she is married, if the marriage is the man of choice Mama. Please read the heart of a child. I don't know why I want you to read it"

"Yes, God willing I will read it" Azhar replied as she walked forward.

"I'm sorry, Azhar"

"Heart, Har..."

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Tbc...