Love Port.
27. Break the bond thread

"Not go too far. Planing a, b, c, which will even make our relationship not move and that's it. Optimist! Sure we can. I'm sure our parents will also be happy to see us happy. "the man tries to give understanding so that his fellow lovers understand.

However, it seems that changing one's stance is not as easy as cooking rice using magicom. Zahira remained steadfast in his stance, and in the end Naufal succumbed by ending the endless debate.

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Two days after doing various activities related to skiripsi. Eventually his fatigue paid off with peng acc an lecturer who was famous for being very thorough in his checks and riceks.

He was so grateful to have the time to go home and get it all done. However, before that, he must meet Susanti first. One thing that cannot be denied.

That is, a pounding heart, cold sweat, as well as a stiff body just to meet the innocent girl. Does he love her? Wasn't it! Breaking someone's heart is harder than building love. Especially with someone he loves.

So, what is the difference between love and love? After all, both have a strong emotional bond for someone who has it. And it was clearly different from Naufal's own version.

Because love is purely a sense of interest that ingin has. Unlike the love that will cause love. Is love not dear? Of course the two words cannot be separated, but in reality the man can still divide and distinguish because of objects that cannot be combined.

No matter what other people think of love and affection, it has its own definition for these two phenomenal words. No debate!

for the sake of launching the action, several times he had to rub his face violently. The caress of the night breeze makes it have to tighten the jacket that is being worn. His eyes look towards the side where the vehicle is.

After waiting for a while, the light from the motorbike matic dazzled his gaze, which was indeed in a roadside position.

"I'll pull it off, Bang."

Naufal nodded his head as Damenjo turned the steering wheel. "Later home do not need to pick up, let me who nganterin," he said.

"Okay!" damenjo.

The bike was riding with Susanti sitting in front of him. "I'm sorry, Bang. So nunngu lama. " Susanti spoke first.

The man nodded. " What do you want to eat?" Pointing towards the menu writing in front of the cart. There are only two flavors. Go with fried rice.

"Just like, Bang." Naufal nodded and ordered two dishes of default with two iced teas.

After waiting for a while, two chicken breast dishes with a characteristic aroma of lalapan have been served on the table, complete with sweet spicy sambal, basil leaves, cucumber slices, a sheet of mussels also two pots of long beans.

Such dishes can always upload his taste. However, for that night, he seemed to have no passion for pinching tasty meat that became his favorite food.

The rumbling of an erratic feeling, made him unable to swallow the dish. He just looked at the voracious Susanti nanar eating tender chicken meat with a sprinkling of chili sauce on it.

"Why not eat, Bang?" Before the contents of the toilet ludes plate were not left, Susanti stopped her eating because she saw Naufal just looking at her from earlier.

Naufal shook his head and thrust his food in front of the girl, "Enak? " ask the man.

Susanti just nodded in surprise.

"if it's less, you can add mine. It seems like I'm full, "he said with a smile.

"Eating a lot to be great," he continued. While stroking the head wrapped in a pink pasmina veil

Naufal smiled at Susanti's lips red from the heat."Wrap it home."

"Yes," The girl's food was already slippery unnoticed, as well as iced tea which only contained blocks of ice cubes in the glass.

"Abang, what do you want to say?"

Naufal allows seating. Looking at the face in front of him. Hopefully the words he has designed in such a way can make Susanti understand and accept his decision. "Susanti, earlier I'm sorry," he grabbed Susanti's hand. "it's very heavy, but you should know." Her voice choked.

"Maybe after this you'll hate me, I didn't mean to hurt. But, a sense of not being forced. Possibly ... Because I'm too mean, I can't take responsibility. It's all my fault, I ...."

His words hung in the air as susanti's hand violently pulled her hand from the man's grip. For the third time Naufal saw the face of Red Susanti extinguished like a store of anger.

"I'm sorry" Lirih Naufal.

"Is ... Brother's gonna break off our engagement?" He asked with a straight look and his eyes were already glazed.

The man nodded. "I'm sorry!" he grabbed the girl's hand back and squeezed out a taut fingers that felt like it was cold on her skin.

"Was it the woman who made you break off our engagement?" susanti.

Once again the man nodded, scraping the wound in an already sore heart. Tears that had been resistant from that time Susanti, now can not be dammed. Spill over the face with thousands of disappointments.

Silent, Susanti was unable to continue the sentence despite too many questions swirling around in her head. He no longer had the energy to enter the feeling that there was no room for him anymore.

The wiping away of those heartless tears, he was now busy recovering his emotions by closing his eyes for a moment.

"Alright, thank you for being honest with your feelings, Bang. True you say, love cannot be forced.As hard as I struggle if your heart has it, it will be in vain. Hopefully ... You're happy with the love you chose." I don't know why Susanti's words even make her heart hurt.

Although Naufal was already relieved, but guilt rained down on his body. He couldn't stand hurting susanti. But what is power. Life does not escape a choice. He must bear to give a wound to a beloved woman.

"Tomorrow I'll go home, to finish everything. I ask for your support, if our family asks, answer like we are fine even though the condition is not the same as before" Pinta Naufal.

Susanti just nodded, drowning her face in the direction of the table under her chin. Biting the lips so that the sea of tears does not spill again. He doesn't want to look fragile. It looks so bad in front of a man.

Breaking up love is not the end of everything, he is patient enough and receives a chest-stifling wound. Happiness is not just on one side. If it fails, there is still another side that can fill the emptiness of the story that is not finished.

"Susanti, are you okay?" Naufal was worried because Susanti just looked down. "Once again I'm sorry, you don't have the right to cry for a coward like me, you deserve to be happy. I'm sure you'll find something better than me,"

A moment later the girl rubbed her tears, she let out a face and put on a smile as if she was fine. "I'm fine," he said.

"Now I want to go home,"

"All right, I'll take you." Susanti did not answer. Naufal came to his bike.

The journey continues with the silence of two people who do not want to greet each other. The feeling of emptiness made the two drift away In the cradle of the wound. I don't know why that night trip was so long. In fact, the body wants to arrive immediately to restore the rift of the soul that has been destroyed melted into small pieces of worthless garbage. Although this story is not the end of everything, but whose heart? and like what? which is able to restore the wound hole to be back intact as before.