Forbidden Love On A Full Night
My escape

I nearly tripped over the skirt of my dress as it broke away from Mr. Hartawan's grasp, then turned around and ran down the aisle as fast as my high-heeled shoes could, while the veil fluttered behind my head. How can I let Mr. Hartawan's money, the man's friendly treatment, and the big-eyed wedding ring, get rid of my doubts and influence my decision? How could I think I would find happiness with Mr. Hartawan if this marriage was more for the sake of my father's happiness than myself?

I ran fast, my eyes blurred with tears, stuffing in my throat as I turned the corner, pushed the big double door, and rushed down the stairs to the waiting bridal car.

The driver opened the back door for me. Holding the veil with one hand, I leaned into the back seat.

"Road!" my orders. "Now. Paths. Hurry along!"

The driver nodded, as if the fleeing bride was a regular occurrence in her work. Sliding behind the wheel, the man entered the ignition along with my family and the wedding invitations splashed out. Mr. Hartawan is unlikely to move from his place in this kind of humiliating situation just for the sake of detaining and deterring the woman who humiliated him. He will remain still in place, be calm in front of everyone or in front of the camera, until the time he has to go - - remain calm. He can behave that way because he is a typical person who will always maintain a reputation. And that's good. It's lucky for me that I can leave this marriage.

"Where?" ask the driver.

"Of course." I leaned back in a very soft leather chair. "Just walk away."

"Yes, ma'am," said the driver, driving the bride's car into the street.

I stared out the window, looking at the passing scene with tears blurring the view. Where will this runaway bride go? Where can he hide and no one can find him? Where does he not have to explain what he has done or why? Somewhere no one knows him. I need a place like that. But is there such a place for me to go? Over where? Where am I supposed to go?

There are. Of course there is. I'll definitely find him.

And finally, this bridal car has been driving me for a few hours as I look at the billboards by the roadside. Leaning forward, I read:

...D'Ranch Lembang: 15 miles away...

...Hunting. Fishing. Riding....

...Cottage with or without cooking facilities....

...Available per day, per week, or monthly....

...Affordable price....

I closed my eyes, wondering if going there was wise. I knew there would not be a single member of my family who would look for me there, although there was always a chance that the man would appear there. For the past eight years, whenever I saw a tall, broad-shouldered man with long brown hair, my heart would beat faster with anticipation.

I wish that man would be there. Seeing that man again might be a good thing, I broke up while wiping the last tear from my eyes. Maybe meeting that man face to face again could get that man out of my heart again and forever.

And sure enough, he was there. Ramana Linga. He must have cursed when a bridal car pulled up in front of the ranch office. She must have thought her aunt was waiting for a very rich young man. Obviously he thinks that way. I saw him shake his head. And, oh, my heart, I feel it starting to get out of control. Her leafan.really, it felt like my nerves were weakening. How can I face him now?

No. gabe. No, Purnama. You have to pretend you don't know if he's there. Pretend you didn't see it. Well, that's what you're supposed to do. Or else, he will know if his presence still affects you deeply, as well as your feelings. That can't happen. Okay, relax and calm down....

The driver got out, tidied up his suit, and opened the back door. And, huh! It's not just me who reacts strangely. Obviously I realized the man had almost toppled over from the stairs when I saw me wearing a white wedding dress stepping out of the car. Then from the windshield of the car obviously I could see, behind me, the man could not help but stare at me. I don't think he forgot me either. On my long black hair that he used to fondly caress. On the beautiful clean skin that at that naughty time he adored with his fondling. Oh my God, I even remember how he looked at me in amazement at my curves in the right parts, and the waist that he said was so slender that he could measure it with the clench of his hand. The place where he put his hands together so well. Within this distance, I could not see the man's eyes, but I knew the man's eyes were still as sharp as an eagle. The deep black eyes I admired, which were as black as the color of my eyes. Which I missed....

Huh! For eight years I have not seen the man, but all that time I have been haunted by the shadow of the man, always in my mind and in my heart. The man was always charming. If I were so for him, he would be cursing right now, jealous of the man he thought was so lucky to have married me and taken me on a honeymoon to this place. He was still standing there for sure to wait, wanting to see what kind of man my choice was.

What a silly man. After I spoke to the driver and lifted up my dress skirt so as not to touch the ground as I walked towards the office while my hood fluttered slowly in the wind, the man quickly turned around, pretend to observe the announcement stuck on the notice board. He was ridiculous, and in his heart he must have wondered, what is this ex-lover doing in this place, and how can he avoid it? And he must be wondering where the groom is? He would not be able to see anything or anyone behind that dark window. I giggle at thinking about it.

Well, the bell above the door clinks softly as I open the door and step inside. While on the other hand the man must have sent himself away from there before I came out again, although in the end I was sure he would not move. He would just stand there like a nerdy student hoping to catch a glimpse of the dancing queen.

And I was right again. As I walked out of the office a moment later, from the corner of my eye, he saw me as I went down the stairs, speaking to the driver, who turned towards the back of the car, opened the trunk door, he said, then lifted up a small suitcase and a black handbag. He handed the two things to me, smiled, then went back to the wheel, and left. At that moment I realized my feelings were getting new. There is a sense of palpitations because the man is here, a sense of wanting to laugh because of the amused at his behavior and curiosity is also there, but the feeling of sadness is certainly also there. I stood there for a moment, stared at the departure of the bride's car with the heart of the nelangsa, then walked across the courtyard and back into the office.

No groom? How's Ram reacting now?

All I thought about was probably in my mind. Forget it, Purna. Forget that....

As I shook my head, I removed the man from my mind and headed towards my rented cottage.

But I can't deny, I miss that guy. Is he still alone? If yes....

No, Purna. There is no love for you, or the man will die tragically.