Oath Of Love
11# Betrayal of the Princess.

Instantly, the Nazi's breath was restrained. His tongue was frozen, not knowing exactly what feeling to describe his current situation.

All he knew was a slight stir of fury raging within the chest. His trembling fingers squeezed the end of the sweater he was wearing.

The water now flows as hard as rain. He had no problem with the betrayal committed by Bram, but this ... Putri—his best friend from Junior High. The one who even he believed in to save all self-destruction.

Meanwhile, past memories are like time machines that take the Nazis to the past. They joke, laugh, and cry together. The memories are still imprinted in the recesses of the heart. But what is this? Is it true just here?

In fact, now, the Nazis really fell far to the bottom. Who is that person he is trusting? Not even in a day, the Nazis no longer seem to recognize him.

“Really, you. Princess?” ask her with a trembling voice. Attempting to deny the truth caught in both its neutrals.

The Nazis turned around, trying to hold her cry half dead, not with her shoulders moved up and down holding tightness in the chest. His head shook, hoping this was all just a nightmare. This is not all true!

The woman walked slowly, trying to be left behind by the remnants of energy she had. Choose scram from in front of the Princess and Bram without a word.

He continued to step up, with both eyes only on Arjuna. Yes, only he was able to save his heart that was almost blown to pieces. “For God's sake, Arjuna help me,” his screams in heart.

Arriving before Arjuna, the red eyes as it held back the cry stared deeply. His steps stopped with despair.

“Bring me home,” he whispered softly to Arjuna. Very soft, until at the end of the speech .. his voice seemed to disappear.

“Please ... Take me home,” the door once more. He started to sound from the woman.

Both eyes Arjuna stared nyalang towards Bram and Putri, undeniably seeing their treatment to the Nazis made the anger in Juna boil. His heart also broke. Yeah, he loves that woman.

“Sorry!” Arjuna spoke while embracing the Nazis. “I'm sorry.”

Naziya rubbed his two wet cheeks roughly, forcing his lips to smile.

After a strong sigh Naziya said, “I am ashamed, Arjuna ... I should have said so.”

While there, Putri and Bram can only remain silent, waiting to let Naziya go with Arjuna.

***

A week later, the Nazis seemed calmer. He even planned to hand himself the resignation letter he had made earlier.

“Yes, hopefully this decision is right for me,” he told himself with a small sigh.

He prepared a bag of bags, then the two neutrals stared at the flat object lying just like that on the bed.

“Even after the incident, he was like in the swallow of the earth,” back he monologued. His mind was stupefied, recalling the man with a shady look. Arjuna, could it be that he is the same?

He got out of the chair, grabbed the phone and scrolled up and down. His finger came to a halt when the contact number that read Jun-Jun sent him a message.

'If you have calmed down, let me know...'

It's short, but it means a lot to him at the moment. The time was right, when he was no longer so tired. The naziya smiled simply.

Naziya tried to open the contact number, then pressed the green phone button. Connected.

The woman with her hair dyed tapped her lips with her index finger, covering up the nervousness. It's not the same anymore, it's deeper.

Meanwhile, Arjuna had his own reasons.the man deliberately did not ask him the news. He just wanted to make room. Letting the Nazis recover on their own. Because, asking the news for someone who is heartbroken is like sowing salt on a wound.

“Naziya...” voice from across there softly mentioned his name after saying hello.

Naziya answered his greetings, within seconds he was silent. “You busy?” tanyanya.

“Hmm ... Can I ask for help? I want you to take me somewhere and after that we chat about ..” his Nazi voice restrained, suddenly the shame is just present.

“Alright, wait fifteen minutes I will pick you up,” said Arjuna.

Fifteen minutes later, Arjuna's car was parked in front of the fence.

As always, she was charming. I only wear a navy shirt with a jacket.

As well as the Nazis, she was ready five minutes ago, the woman told Farida she would be delivered by Arjuna.

Don't ask me again how Farida is expressing. It was like she was winning a lottery around the world.

“Titip, Naziya,” Farida said with a widened smile.

Arjuna smiled faintly, enduring the awkwardness. “Juna go first, aunt,” farewell.

Arjuna's face was like a full moon. Since long time she loved him—Naziya Mahala Yumna

***

Arjuna could still remember so clearly. The first time he set foot in London. At that time he was invited to visit.

Comfortable house with sky blue painted concrete fence.fencing plants and some daisies decorate part of the yard.

That was the first time he felt his heart pounding another than usual, looking at such a sweet girl with a charming smile. On the second floor, which can be seen from the living room. Wearing earphones with a loud voice singing One Direction song.

At that time, Farida just held back the shame, seeing the behavior of her daughter who did not know if there were guests coming.

Another thing with Arjuna, I don't know what kind of push that makes the big-haired young man come closer. His feet were on two stairs. However, the young man swallowed disappointed, because his parents invited him back home.

At different times he met again. Yeah, when Arjuna went to the new school. Naziya is his classmate and his parents' best friend's daughter.

In silence, Arjuna always observed the girl. No matter how naziya always nosy to prank. Naziya is not only beautiful in the eyes of Arjuna, he is like a hope that must be reached.

In fact, when he told his friend under the mango tree.

“It looks like this year, I can't celebrate my birthday with dad,” Naziya complained to her best friend.

“Padahan, usually dad will bring my favorite strawberry cake,” he added again.

“What is your father, Ziy?” ask her best friend is the other and not the Princess.

“His office in Jakarta is in trouble, so he will be in Jakarta for a week,” Naziya downcast sad.

“Ziy, is your birthday eight months, how about we go to the mall? Home school direct, cuss,” invite Princess.

Arjuna who had eavesdropped earlier smiled knotfully. “Eight August,” she pecked that date in her mind.

Take them for a walk in the mall. Naziya looked silent for a long time, staring at the strawberry cake.

“We're going there yuk,” Princess pulled Naziya's hand. Makes the girl stunned and expression sad.

While Arjuna, secretly entered the cake shop, bought a strawberry cake that had seen Naziya.

“You can't be sad, Naziya. I will not let you grieve,” the young man said as he carried the box of cookies.