Just a little break
Little About

I think I've known her all along, but in fact. There's little I know about him. I was a fool, not knowing what was really thinking about him anymore, even though he had pointed it all at me. Even if it is only a small and a small part.

Ever since that changed, I have been curious. What it does is like that. I go wherever I can, except to the ladies' room. I have a theory about girls during my experience of having lots of girls.

From the calm girl, the hypocritical, the ok until the player. The theory if the girl tends to hide frustration and sadness in the form of anger and a sense of sprains. Then, the anger that Luna showed up to me.

I guess it was the result of her sadness. But what sadness is caused by? That's what's still a question in my mind. One day in the cloudy. I managed to follow him to a mall in West Jakarta, precisely in the Ciputra mall.

I followed the sampe in a quiet Japanese fast food restaurant, because it happened that the day was still daytime and the weather was less friendly. Many say it is like that. Depends on his own human being.

Whether it is cloudy or hot as long as the man is willing to accept the situation, he can certainly be friendly with nature. I sat right at the table next to her and turned my back to each other. He is not aware of my existence.

Because I wear a grey hooded sweater and sunglasses that just stick to the nose. Ordering a drink and starting to prepare for what happened to him from the back of this eye.

I heard sobs from him. What's the matter? This was the first time I heard him cry, it hurt so much. My heart feels like it's in the iris. I want to suck and catch him.

But later I will know if the Dalem some days I always follow wherever he goes. Some came, like it was his mother and one other person I knew him. She's Nina, her deceptor, too.

They both sat to the left and right of Luna. Nina took a chair that was in another position and placed it on the right side of Luna. If the two of them arrive and nenangin Luna.

That means Luna is indeed again in a very deep sadness. The distance is quite far away, hopefully this distance is enough to hear the contents of their conversation. Then they started the words.

Soft words like a melodious piano, and heartbreaking like a violin. The words that opened my veil and my smile and tears.

“I love her so much, Mom,” said Luna.

“Who?” ask mother.

“Who else if not Riziq,” replied Luna with tears that began to drip.

At once I immediately turned my body, still in my simple disguise. Staring at him directly with these eyes from behind his body. The loud sound of his sobbing. In the crowd of this mall.

“Then why are you sad?” ask Nina.

He wiped his tears, and set the rhythm of his choking breath before revealing Nina's question. He also told his story. As I remember it, on Sunday. Just last week Luna came to my house.

When he arrived at my house, I read another Sherlock Holmes novel. He was raining and cold. And I know what he wants to talk about. He wants to express his feelings to me. I understand that.

I fell asleep in their conversation. Hold the cheek on the right hand. Drifting in every beauty and speed of the word he spoke. What beautiful words, if it turns out he loves me too.

Before, I was just guessing. Luna continued her story. He told me when he was about to speak. But apparently, there was a phone call coming in and I was in such a hurry once there was news about someone.

“Someone who turned out to be his fiancee. Huo. Huu,” sobs burst out.

Luna leaned against her mother's arm, and Nina sympathetically cleaned up every single strand of annoying hair and covered her pretty face.

I could only propped my face up in my arms, smilingly looking at her from behind and slowly tears started to flow down my cheeks.

“She's evil Mother, she's evil. Why didn't he tell me about his fiancee. If he told me, I would definitely take care of this feeling. In order not to love her too much,” said Luna softly.

Despite crying, his tone is still like a person sprained. She was different from the other girls. The girl I love is so different. He is simple, natural and what he is.

“Gak Buu, he's evil. He's really evil. She only knows a little about me, and does not want to try to get to know me more,” replied Luna with tears that were spilled.

I stared blankly as his mother said so. Because there are things that I can't understand about him. But I still thank God. You really do have a God.

I always hoped, if anyone loved me even for a moment, and I didn't think it was him. Really, I'm so lucky, God. Can be loved by the girl I love.

“Yeahh, that's how Clou is. The story that I got in the middle of my efforts to make something about the change in nature he experienced,” I said while sipping orange ice.

A few days later I went to Claudia's house. Not to check health. Except for a little story about him to my best friend and doctor who nurses this.

I feel very lucky to have a beautiful girl, pinter and can be in andelin like her. Plus he's good at keeping secrets. Claudia asked me, do I really like and love Luna.

Definitely the answer to that question is, ‘iya’. From the answer just now it spread to Claudia's other questions. Claudia asked why I didn't tell her everything. But I said, if that's not possible.

“Why is it impossible? He likes you too?” ask Claudia again.

“Because I'm afraid of hurting his heart even more, Clau,” said me with a tone that began to rise.

I was standing in front of the window. Looking at the rain and the time that brought me closer to the end of my life. I told Claudia. When Luna came to my house. I accidentally thought that Claudia was my fiancee.

It made him instantly silent. Another story, if that time if I said. Claudia is the doctor who treated me. Day, and night. If he knew that, he would ask.

About my disease. Because I won't be able to love him long for happiness. How can I be honest with him about my situation. Give him love and leave him forever and make him sad because all he has is loss.

Really painful. If we love someone, but that person has chosen another love. But, it hurts more. If we love someone and know if that person loves us too, but we can't have them.

“Tu—God. If I'm any longer old. So wherever he is and with whoever he is. Happy is God. Because I love her so much.”