Love Port.
21. unexpected meetings

[Boss, tomorrow I can't go to work.]

Write Naufal on whatsap app to send to Hasan. Feeling that there was no reply from his boss, he put a cellphone and intended to take a shower to immediately refresh his body.

Slowly, Naufal opened the jeans that were rather tight on the thigh. "Aah!," he hissed. Forced the man to take scissors to make it easier to open the torn pants on the knee. And replaced with a towel that he had tucked under the waist.

The running water from the dipper he drained, making the wound on his body become more painful. The man exhaled a rough breath, pervading in concern at his current condition.

He felt that night was a bad night. It's fallen, hit the stairs anyway. Well, that's. Toying with love, sometimes more hurt than laughter and that he had realized, but the port of love was not able to change his stance.

Don't blame it if love is blind, because it basically has no eyes. True love is not branched, but straight and still has one purpose. That is where blind love will find its way out.

Ddrrv!

Ddrrv!

The sound of a vibrating mobile phone stopped the activities of Naufal who had finished bathing, he put the t-shirt he wanted to wear. Then Decide Take the flat object that is on the nightstand.

[Give me a reason.]

The two-word writing made Naufal's mouth cluck, even though he had wanted to confide in the boss of his best friend's taste. However, too long waiting for a reply, making his mood even more messy.

Naufal ignored the message and chose to lay down his crumbling body. In the late night, he closed his eyes hoping that his anxiety would disappear with the dream.

***

Thin, clear dews glisten overlaying the grass. The morning sun greets the earth with the warmth of its rays. The wind whistling whistling, making the leaves waving. Birds cheer happily, they jump from one branch to another.

Unlike Naufal who is still at home with a blanket wrapped around his body. The man's eyes were open. Gentle hand rubs around the cheeks and ears, making the air in his body more warm.

This dream is beautiful. He does not want to wake up from the subconscious. The dimly visible beautiful face of his lover, he held the hand.the desire to see more clearly made him open the net that still feels thick.

"Susanti," screeched.

The man immediately sat down and rubbed his face. That endless dream of reality made his face look lethargic. 'I thought Zahira was Naufal's inner.

"When are you here?" asked Naufal lazily. The man seemed to have forgotten that last night had hurt Susanti with his words. Susanti was also used to Naufal's sometimes indifferent behavior.

"There's mucus at the end of your eye." Susanti's answer made the man's body feel stiff, he then wanted to stand up, but the wound on his leg was very painful.

"Oh, shit!" The man rubbed his eyes from the blanket.

Susanti then chuckled and mamajukan his lower lip, making him look like a nirvana fish. " Eeuuch! Slovenly," taunted Susanti.

"Biarin, my legs hurt, hard to stand, but last night was not as painful as gini," said Naufal.

"Let me help you to the bathroom" Susanti said.

Naufal slowly set foot on the floor and held Susanti's hand which the girl had extended. As strong as he stood, after being swept up to the wall, the man did not want to be swept again.

He followed the direction of the passing road as a pedestal. Susanti, who was worried, followed Naufal's steps even though he was not allowed to pay again.

After feeling his fiancee had reached her destination, the girl tidied up the bed that was still a mess. Not yet finished, suddenly there was a sound of knocking on the door from outside. With a gontai step Susanti opened the door.

" You!" screeched Susanti while widening her eyeballs with pointing fingers.

"Have we met?" There was a look of confusion on the face of the woman who knocked on the door.

"T-t-ti-no," Susanti nervously replied. Somehow meeting Zahira made her body cold hot.

It is fitting that Bang Naufal is very sticky with this girl, she is beautiful even though she does not wear excess makeup inner Suasanti. The girl's eyes looked at Zahira's appearance from top to bottom. Simple and beautiful. That's the value gain for the woman in front of him.

Zahira who was indeed a cheap smile, the corner of her lips lifted up. The girl is indeed sometimes insensitive to the discomfort of others around her because of her presence.

Whahuh? She smiled at me? What exactly is Bang Naufal's relationship with this woman? If he was indeed her lover, there was no way she could be that bright facing another woman being in this contract.

"Sorry, can I come in?" asked Zahira whose legs were starting to ache standing outside waiting for Susanti who monologued herself with her mind.

"Can, please." Susanti widens the door and gives Zahira a way to enter.

Zahira looked at the entire room, her eyes looking for a male figure who from last night did not present it. Susan just looked at Zahira from a distance. Feeling the splashing sound of water in the bathroom, Zahira thought there was Naufal inside.

He walked up to the chair and sat there. Feeling noticed. Zahira called Susanti who was still at home near the door.

"Are you going to stand there? Sit down here," Zahira asked. The girl is easy to get close and get to know everyone, because of her friendly attitude.

Susanti walked and sat in front of Zahira, there was a little bit of a sense of disbelief in the presence of a beautiful woman who wanted to meet her fiance. But he still behaves normally.

"Meet me, I'm Zahira." Susanti received a handshake from Zahira.

"You ... Naufal's cousin? Who was naufal picking up? Um, because he told me that he had a female cousin here" asked Zahira

"Sister, I'm his cousin at once ...."

Krieeet!

Susanti once wanted to scream by saying she was her fiance, however,

The sound of the door opening stopped Susanti's talk of wanting to acknowledge her status with Naufal. The heads of the two girls were diverted to the one behind the door. It turned out to be Hasan.

Hasan gawked at the sight of the two women who had a special relationship with Naufal being in one room. The strange look from those sharp eyes was peeking at the two people who were facing.

"Are you guys getting along like this?" ask Hasan

"meaning?" tanya Anita and Susanti compact.

Hasan was confused as to what to answer. He also did not understand what kind of condition he was in. The man chose to step foot and join the two of them.

"Hem, Zahira, have you been here a long time? Where's Naufal?" Hasan instead switched the conversation.

"not long, sir. I think the person you're looking for is in the bathroom" Zahira said politely.

"Ooh." Hasan was just dumb with oh ria, then he did not know what he wanted to ask for fear of mispronunciation. Though his intention to contrast Naufal just stop by and ask the news because his friend last night did not give an excuse for his permission request.

You see, the double Naufal, why am I the nervous one. Cih, even though I don't want to be involved with their complicated relationship.

There was no conversation between the three people. Before long Naufal, who was finished with his morning ritual, appeared limping with wet hair. Seeing that Naufal had difficulty walking, the Instincts of the two women who loved one man suddenly immediately sped up.

Zahira and Susanti came to him. Naufal, looking down and still busy holding the wall so as not to fall. Feeling that two people were holding his arm, the man's head was raised, and ... Doars! It was like being hit by a bomb explosion.

The man's body was burning. His face was already pale eloquently with bulging eyes. The body immediately suffocated. It felt like he was running and hiding for 1000 kilo miter, but was it possible? 😀