All About You
Love

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The girl decided to stay away. At a time when everyone was talking about Dimitri's wedding.

Amara chose to sit on the edge of a cliff that was a dozen meters from the house, secluded. He didn't want everyone to know his sadness, but he couldn't pretend to look happy. Because honestly, it's very difficult to do.

Realizing that she has more feelings for Dimitri, the man she has known since infancy. They grow together, and interact often. Makes her feel like she has a playmate. Not to mention because it is the sister of the mother he always treated her differently, making her have other feelings that are more than just a sister to her brother. In reality, that is Dimitri.

"You mad?" the man suddenly appeared beside her.

"Anged because of what?" surprised, but Amara tried to stay calm.

"Come on, brother feels you're angry. Ever since you brought sister to meet Rania, since that day you don't want to talk. Brother feels you're angry."

"I just ....

"I'm sorry" Dimitri said. He stood with both hands in his pants pocket.

"Why did you even apologize?"

"Because you can't return your feelings."

"Hum?"

Dimitri looked at this girl whom he was very familiar with. The tough spoiled child was raised by his father, who had grown up with him since infancy. When her mother went into a postpartum coma.

He remembered that when he first hugged her, his heart immediately fell in love with the beautiful baby that his mother was nurturing. Like he already had things he wanted to have. But the fact that Amara was the son of her brother-in-law made her throw away those feelings. Which then also made him decide to go as far as possible. Russia is an option.

He succeeded, didn't he? the widespread association made him forget his feelings for Amara, even though it plunged him into things he should not have done. But it worked. He was sure his feelings had changed. From wanting to have to to just think of the girl as a sister, or niece as she should be.

Iyeakah?

Amara looked at him.

"Son, leave me instead."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Sister heart!" the girl's tears just slid.

Dimitri crouched down before him, then immediately hugged him tightly.

"Listen to brother."

"Sister heart!" Amara roared in her arms.

"If it wasn't with Rania, sister would still be leaving. Whether it's with new people, friends or anyone else. Which is not you."

"I love you with my sister."

"Sister also loves you. But it can't be as you want. This feeling must be rejected."

"I can't."

"It can, you can too."

"Sister heart!" amara said again, hitting the man on the back with her fist.

"It has to!"

"We grew up together, to this size. Why can't we be together forever?"

"No way."

"Why?"

Dimitri rewinded his body to stare at the girl's face.

"You imagine, if we force it together." she stared at her two glittering eyeballs overwritten by the afternoon light.

"What will our relationship be? especially if you get married?"

Amara.

"Silkah our family got messed up. How should you name your papa and Mommy? or, ... how do you call papi and mama? everything will be confusing."

The girl thought, then her crying stopped.

"That's why you stay away to Moscow. But I swear, I will love you. Even in a different form. We're family, aren't we?" he's shaking Amara's body.

"Sister is married, and you'll find someone else. Maybe better than my sister. And we'll be equally happy.it should be." Dimitri held onto his shoulder.

"Yet your journey is still very long. You've just started. There are many new things you will find later. New people, new jobs, and other meaningful activities. You must be able to realize your dreams, and be proud of your family. Especially your papa." Dimitri said, trying to raise his heart.

She knew, and realized that Amara was now heartbroken, and it was because of her. But it's inevitable, isn't it? the road is like that. There is always a risk in every choice.

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"Is he so good that he can make big brother take big decisions like this?" Amara spoke again, and now she was calmer. They sit side by side facing the sunset.

"Who? Rania?"

Amara nodded.

"Is it because he's cool?"

"Maybe. But he's more than that."

"What?"

"I don't know. She just make me fall in love."

"That's all?"

"Yes, what else?"

"Isn't it because she's beautiful and a racing champion?"

"That could be an excuse but the point is that only feelings understand. And cannot be expressed through words."

"Silver brother."

"Indeed, wouldn't everyone be silly when they're in love?" Dimitri laughing.

"I'm not."

Will it?

"Aren't you sure he's the right guy?"

"Related."

"How can you be sure?"

"Okay, just. sure."

"So, are we okay now?" Dimitri assured her feelings.

"What about?"

"After this talk there is no longer a heart that is hurt because of his unrequited feelings, and because brother left married."

Amara fell silent.

"Fuck? are we okay?"

"I'll try, brother."

"Must do it? do it for yourself, not for brother."

"OKay?"

Inevitably Amara nodded her head. Because what this man said has a point, too. It was impossible for him to force his feelings, because other than Dimitri would soon get married, it was also because of family. What would happen if their family knew about their feelings.

Although a sense of it could not choose to whom he would stop by, but this was an exception. Dimitri has done the right thing by trying to get rid of his feelings first, and now it's his turn to fight to get rid of those feelings. It won't be easy, but it's a must.

"So, happy. You'll have a wonderful life." she's embracing Amara's shoulders. They embraced for the last time as two human beings who had feelings. And let go of it for them to leave later, so as not to get carried away when the two meet the future.

Arfan watched the scene in disbelief. His sister-in-law and daughter were almost involved in a complicated love affair.

He almost got to them before someone held him back, then pulled him back into the house.

"Let them." Satria.

"But sir?"

"Let them let go of what needs to be let go. Finishing what he should have done. So that there is no burden when later they live their own lives." continued Satria.

Arfan thinks.

"I'm sure Ara is capable of it, as is Dimitri. They are aware of many things, and we should be relieved. They'll be fine."

"But Ara...

"Let them finish it on their own. I'm sure they can." Which finally makes Arfan let him be, too.

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"It." Angga handed over a savings book along with his ATM card, with Rania's name listed on it.

"What's this?" the girl looked up.

"Your saving."

"Savings?" Rania.

"All the money you get from the results of winning races, ads, and endorse payment transfers."

"Well?" he opened and read every article and number that showed a considerable amount of money.

"All the evidence is in there. You can read, papa print from the beginning You get money. There's not a dime you take."

"Reducing my weekly money dong?" Rania grabbed the thing.

"No."

"Lho's? keep my weekly money?"

"It's from papa."

"Kok from papa?"

"Whoa, you're still papa's son. It's still my duty to give pocket money, even though you already have income." Angga sat on the edge of his daughter's bed.

"But tomorrow you belong to someone else." Angga felt his throat choked. "Papa will no longer give you pocket money, because there will be people who give money that may be greater than the one you love" he said.

"Well be all right? must obey your husband, if he is good. But if it's not good, it's just bad." the man chuckled, although the feeling of tightness began to control the chest.

While Rania was silent staring at the face of her first love was fixed. The most handsome face he had known since he first opened his eyes. And a face that is always there in every second of his life.

"There's still two days, papa."

"Papa knows, but still, papa has to say this now. If tomorrow he's afraid to forget what you have to say." Angga laughed again.

"Do not hesitate, even if you have a household, the door of this house will remain open whenever you come. Do not be ashamed to tell the story of the problems that you may face later. Even though a woman's marriage belongs to her husband, you are still a father's son. I won't let you suffer one bit."

"Yes papa."

"Yes, sleep. It was night." the man got up from his position. Then meant to leave when Rania hugged him from behind.

"Thank you, you have raised me well. I'm sorry I haven't been able to reply to what you've done for me." said the girl.

Angga then twisted the body, then re-embraced his daughter, hugging her so tightly as if they were about to part away. He peeped at the top of Rania's head several times.

"Promise yes, you won't stay away from us."

"Hu'um." Rania nodded in her arms.

"Papa's son!" and they embraced like that for a while.

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