Oath Of Love
08# Betrayal

/One hundred point seven FM/Radio Orbita/The Best and happy Radio/Before Ziya retreat/Ziya want to give a sentence of motivation, for all of you Orbita friends/ The motivational phrase from William Arthur Ward/This sounds like/Occasion is like sunrise. When you wait too long, you will lose it/The spirit of living your day, yes/I, Naziya Mahala Yumna, see you.

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Naziya ended its broadcast at exactly 11 p.m. His mind was still filled with Bram.

All this time, whether he really liked Naziya sincerely, or something else made him make Naziya his woman.

Indeed, among the women in his Nazi office was a prima donna. Princess is also beautiful. However, the Princess is not classy like the Nazis.

Beautiful, beautiful and unusual woman. Whatever the woman does always looks different.

“What do you think?” asked the Princess, the woman always comes suddenly.

Naziya bit his lip, looking doubtful as to what he wanted to tell the Princess.

However, the Nazis finally opened their voices as well. Naziya set his breath. “Bram, Put!” sanya hangs.

“Why with Bram?” Princess curious.

“Entaihlah, it seems my relationship with him has not gone smoothly lately,” Naziya mocked his forehead.

Princesses squealing. “It's normal, Ziy. If in a relationship there is a small quarrel,” said Putri while putting a lollipop into his mouth.

Naziya looked at the Princess's face. “I feel she doesn't love me, Put.” Naziya glanced at Bram's room which was blocked by a glass wall.

“When I desperately need support, the shadow just does not appear,” he added between heavy breaths.

The princess gently patted Naziya's shoulder. “Already, Ziy. Don't think too much. Maybe he is busy and you are both sentimental because of the problems of your respective busyness,” Princess is encouraging.

Naziya turned around, shrugging both his shoulders softly. “Sentence, Put. It's just that I feel like he's deliberately ignoring me.”

***

The time shows at 16:30 WIB, it is time for Naziya to leave the office.

The Nazis looked up at the sky from the window. Again the sky darkened with lightning. Is it going to rain?

The woman did not hate the rain, it was just the cold and wetness that made her slightly stay away from the rain.

Naziya tidied up the workbench, put the cell phone and power bank into the bag.

“You came home with Mr Bram?” Princess approaches the Nazi workbench.

The naziya shook firmly. “I haven't made up yet, he should apologize to me first,” his sis.

“Haha, yes ... I forgot that you are a prestigious woman,” snatch Princess.

Naziya noiseless, just a little crack coming out of the lips that polished nude pink lipstick.

“Alright, I still haven't finished my broadcast report. You, go home first,” Putri said as he walked back to his desk.

“Iya, I also want to go home quickly, because at home will be the arrival of guests,” Naziya said later.

“Who?” Princess turned.

Naziya smiled knot, “Temennya mother. Aunt Nala, her mother Jun-Jun.”

“What does that smile of yours mean, Ziy?” The princess stared in full view.

Naziya. “A-I don't smile,” his cheapskate in a stammered voice.

“You lied, Naziya ...,” Princess seductress.

“Ah, stop ... I went home first yes,” saying goodbye, then left the Princess.

Naziya went down the stairs, several times he saw a shoulder bag that he deliberately did not close his zipper.

Hoping for his phone to make a sound, Bram called to fix everything that had happened.

However, after ten minutes of walking until he arrived at a public transport stop, the phone did not ring.

Naziya let out a strong sigh, vividly painted disappointment in the look in his eyes. It seems Bram is not serious about being in a relationship with him.

Drizzling began to fall, wet traces began to be seen along the way. Some public transport was missed. Naziya, just daydreaming.

His phone is ringing too. Disperse every daydream of the woman parading the ayu. His radiant face was flat when he found out that it was not Bram who contacted him, but Farida.

“Ziy, mom drop off some fruit shopping yes, supplies at home run out,” Farida's voice is heard from behind the phone.

“Good, bu.”

Naziya hung up after the greeting, and put his phone back in the bag. He was silent for a moment, as if he were thinking.

“Wallet!!”

Naziya reached into his bag deeply. His face suddenly panicked. Where he put his wallet.

As she recalled, during a snack in the radio cafeteria, Naziya placed her purse in her desk drawer.

“Jeez, Ziyaa!” The Nazis pulled their own eyebrows. “Kok can forget, anyway!”

Soon he ran back to the office. Just penetrated the rain that is getting bigger.

“Padahan, I don't like getting wet like this,” complained himself when he reached the back door that has not been locked.

the two neutrals were rounded when Bram accidentally caught a car walking slowly out of the parking lot.

“Whose name is he?” The Nazis squinted to make sure Bram didn't come home alone. Yeah, he's not alone. Of course, that slender body with long hair was not a man.

Nazi chest began to feel crowded by a sense of disappointment, anger and jealousy mixed into one. For God's sake, Bram. Is my suspicion right. You don't love me completely.

Naziya. Crying scorched. He curled up to feel the bitterness that was out of nowhere.

Bram though? Or the cold that binds strongly because the wet clothes were whipped by a cool breeze from the air conditioning machine that is still on.

“Teh Ziya?” security, who found Ziya curled up to her knees, was worried. “Teh why?”

“Ma-sorry sir Ali, Ziya's wallet left in the desk drawer,” Naziya said interrupted sobs.

“Teh, wear this jacket first. Cold drops, huh?” Ali pulled out his jacket. “Let me just get you a wallet teteh, above.”

“Thanks, sir Ali.”

***

Naziya walked lazily into the fence of his house. His eyes stared blankly, his hands clamped with a watermelon.

“You're home? Why Ziya?” farida's face suddenly panicked.

“Mother ...” The Nazis embraced the mother. “Ziya's heart aches bu,” lament.

“Why, son?” ask Farida carefully.

“No, I can't know about this. Later I think again,” pendamnya in the heart.

Naziya was silent for a moment, thinking hard to find a lie, while the Nazis were not good at it.

Then she let go of his embrace, bowing because of course her mother would know that the sentence she was about to say was a lie.

“No ma'am, someone sent a story to Ziya to tell in the broadcast. The story was very sad mom, her boyfriend was found cheating with his own mother.”

Farida pulled the corner of her lips. “Who are you lying to Ziya?”

“Then?” connect Farida.

Naziya raised his head, trying to hold back the crying that almost spilled again. “Iya, very sad mom. To the extent that the entire room follows the cry all.”

Farida rubbed his cold Naziya cheek. Look at his daughter's face. “ You are rained? Don't you like getting wet? Why rain?”

“Tadi, Ziya's wallet was left behind in mom's office. So, Ziya came back again and it was already raining,”.

Both Farida's eyebrows intertwined, capturing the immortality within the Nazis. “You didn't come home with Bram?”

Nazi stunt, “Ah, no ma'am. Bram has other business.”

The Nazis did not lie completely, only that his face was scanned moody after saying that.

“Yes already, you boil water first gih, keep taking a warm bath. Do not forget shampooing, so that you do not catch wind,” said Farida softly.

“Mother said what Ziya. Only Arjuna can make you happy, Farida's inner”.