The Unforgettable
Wounds and Tears

Leaving Anya's drama with a cry against her blue. Febrian exited the VIP ward. His eyes were closed with his body leaning against the wall outside the outpatient room. It turned out that he still could not leave the woman properly. The woman is obsessed with herself.

The sound of the door opening, Febrian opened her eyes and caught the unsheathed gaze of the woman who walked over to her. Both of them were silent without anyone uttering a word. Only eyes locked together.

Cecilia looked at Febrian haughtily. He looked up, as if to challenge the Febrian who was fluttering on the spot.

Plaque...

One slap landed perfectly on Febrian's cheek. Leaves red traces there. The man looked aghast, clutching his painful cheek.

'' Satisfied you nyakitin my sister?, what kind of guy lo?.'' asked Cecilia in a fierce tone. His gaze was so sharp that it unsheathed with the look of his eyes. Febrian is still trying to calm down. He breathed heavily. Looking at the haughty face before him.

'' Sorry but it's better this way from the beginning . Rather than forcing a relationship that I can no longer live. I'm brengseek, honestly your sister is not my only girl. I walk the same way behind my girl, and now I'm losing my girl. I don't want to mess with feelings anymore. The more I survive with Anya, the more painful she is. Because I have never loved your sister said Febrian with a focused look at the woman who stared fiercely at him.

Cecilia's chest was visibly deflated, due to the bubbling anger in her chest.

'' You really brengseek yes, lo where?, easy you say no love my sister ?. You look at my sister until it hurts like that. And that's because of you. And there's no sense of pity in your heart for him. Lo brain walk not the hell ?'' cecilia's wrath knows her sister is just a temporary stopover for the man standing before her.

'' Again, I can only apologize. I can't handle my relationship as much as you.'' concluded Febrian, Cecilia pointed the index finger in front of Febrian with a sense that is still filled with anger.

'' I'm sure Lo will nyesel already nyiaain my sister threatened Cecilia with anger that is clearly visible.

The woman seemed to be waltzing away leaving Febrian still glued to the spot. Cicilia did not enter the ward anymore, but passed from there.

Febrian inhales deeply, delivering oxygen to the lungs that feel tight to breathe. Febrian seemed to close his eyes with his face filled with regret. The man faced the wall, slowly banging his head. Is this karma for what he did ?. He is faced with a problem that continues to roll.

Alira is still unknown. Anya is in the hospital because of her. Sooner or later, his efforts are in trouble. Not to mention, if Cecilia knew the background of their relationship. Once flicking Febrian's finger in big trouble. He knows who Anya's family is. Families of the city's famous successful entrepreneurs. What they can't do with the pile of money they have.

The reason Febrian wanted to make Anya as an affair was not separated from the issue of property and throne. Being Anya's lover makes her business easier. But he forgot there were two hearts he was playing with.

A woman he only uses for his existence. But it turns out to give herself real love. And Alira, the owner of his heart who now managed to destroy his common sense. Leaving himself without a trace. It makes his life seem lost.

He wanted to see that face, to put out all the longings that had blocked the heart. He misses his smile, his warm embrace that is able to shed all the fatigue that struck. He missed the woman beside him.

Febrian stops his car while crossing a cafe where he and Alira often spend time together. The man came down with his sweet face. A face that has lost its light and charm. What was seen now was a desperate face.

His footsteps led the man into the crowded cafe area. Fortunately, the place he was heading to was empty. In the corner of the room, near a glass wall featuring a small garden cafe. There is a small waterfall that flows gurgling water towards a mini-sized fish pond.

" Good day, what do you want to order?" ask a man who knows himself well enough.

" As usual, "fucking Febrian is not excited.

" Okay in wait a minute, Mas, tumben day comes alone, Mas ?" continued The servant. Febrian just smiled in response. He doesn't want to talk.

Seeing the looks of his customers who seemed to be not okay. The waiter chose to go and take the Febrian order. Febrian looked dreamy staring out of the room.

And the face of the ayu was getting softened in the eyes. A smile that could always sedate him could not be seen at the end of this. The longing was getting more disturbing.

The waiter came with a cup of his favorite coffee accompanied by a small plate of food. Febrian sipped his coffee which still feels hot on the tongue. After the servant left her.

Now at the usual table he and Alira are sitting there. He could only regret all the cheating he had done to the woman. Febrian now fell to her own deep regret.

There was no regret greeting at the beginning, and now after all. Alira decides to leave with the wound she has given him. Leaving his life behind an endless sense of guilt. All regret seems meaningless. Now he must swallow the bitter taste of loss.

With gontai, Febrian exited the cafe after finishing her order. Again the man was driving without direction. And bring himself stranded in front of Alira's boarding house. Stopped across the street, staring expectantly at every passing occupant. I wish there was one woman in his car.

" Ra, don't punish me too long Ra. I couldn't "weep Febrian, unconsciously the tears were flowing from her eyes. The longing that mounts, the guilt that squeezes the chest. Make him shed tears.

He made the wound blunt. But now he enjoys it. Enjoying pain, longing, loss, and guilt. The betrayal done to a heart that sincerely gives love. It will be the biggest regret of his life.

" Give me one more chance Ra. If you wanted my life, I would have Ra. "whimpers in a pit of wounds and tears.