
Luna forced off the hug. He looked at Danang. "I'm sorry Lun" said Danang.
Luna wiped her tears. He tried to catch his breath. Then smile wryly. He slapped Danang hard. Danang just silently get rough treatment from Luna.
"I'm sorry you said? What's with the apology this matter will be over? Why are you being such a fool anyway? Ha's? Why are you being stupid?? Or am I the stupid one here? Still expecting you?"
The silent man did not know what to answer. He tried to reach Luna's hand but Luna brushed him off. "Don't touch!"
"Lun, don't be like this"
"Then what was it like? Who made me become like this? Who??! I was wrong to say you were stupid. It turns out that this is where I am the fool! Fools can fall in love with you! I'm too clumsy for the love loving thing! I thought you were sincere! I thought you... Arrghhhhh" Luna turned around and left Danang. Danang.
"I still love you, I can't see you with anyone else. Please, Lun, excuse me" Danang said as he walked back. Luna stopped and sat down. Without warning, he kicked Danang's vital point. Makes him grimace in pain.
Luna left Danang. "Lun, Luna! I am sincere about this feeling! I promise I will fight for you again! Moon!"
Luna came back down from the rooftop. He went to the toilet and cleaned his face. "Mr Luna!" exclaim someone. Luna looked over and shouted. "Aaaaa..... Is it true that you're going home?? Azkaaa! He said he can't go home?"
Azka. "There was a time-cutting task force, thankfully. Yeah my siblings reception I didn't come. Udah akad can not come, is not it not afdol also not acquainted with brother-in-law and his wife Mas Si"
Azkania Ramadhani Atmajaya's. The younger sister of Hana Salma Atmajaya. A kowad 1 floor below Maryam. Azka used to be called, while the task force abroad.
"Bak Luna is crying?" ask Azka. Luna nodded in lie. "Mata mbak flickering, the same photo of the bride yuk.... Evil maryam! I can't take pictures of them trying Az"
Azka smiled. "Mbak Mar likes to be ignorant like Mas Si, maklumin only. Put on make up first. We'll take a photo together" Luna smiled and nodded.
Luna and Azka came out of the toilet. Maryam and the others were waiting for Azka. "Oh, why are you here again? Where's Danang?"
"If I can't take a picture with you guys already, I went up to my own guarantee" Luna was already getting annoyed with the attitude of her friends.
Maryam was afraid that Luna would be angry. "Eee.. don't sulk my dear dong mbak... Everyone, meet Azka, her sister mbak Hana" They met Azka.
"Yuk photo" Maryam took Habib. So it is with the others. Luna took Azka. They greeted the bride. Hana's happy not to play because her sister's coming home.. Danang who just returned, saw them take pictures together. And he went straight to the stage.
Making everything there tempt Luna. "One more time I'm going down!" luna said firmly. Make everything kicep.
They took pictures together. Never finished, until the photographer drove them away because of the more guests present.
Danang followed wherever Luna went. Azka was astonished before Maryam told her of the events that had happened. "Sir, don't you pity that the mas is digituin only?"
Luna ate her food with great vigor. "Wildamah! That's a punishment for people like him. Uhuk uhuk uhuk" so excited Luna to cough. Danang deftly took a drink for Luna.
But Luna didn't take it. He took Azka's drink. Danang could only sigh. Luna tried the other menu. "Mas.... "
"Andang, you're Hana's sister, right?" Azka nodded.
"Mas Danang, if you are angry again Luna is that. Keep trying, mas. Hehehe, he luluhnya if often given attention"
Danang nodded. "Thank you Az's advice"
"Either. I live first mas"
Luna's heart rippled. But he did not respond to Danang's words. Tristan's father approached them. "Nang" said Tristan's father.
"Eh, well assalamualaikum"
"Waalaikum greetings" Danang greeted Tristan's father. "How are you?"
"Thank God, Dad and family are good too, right?" ask Tristan. Tristan's father smiled.
"If the same father Mother is good, but the heart of the father's child is still sick. Today the antidote for her pain came, but, why is she so upset?" said Tristan's father looking at Luna's expression.
Luna left them. Danang was about to pursue him but was prevented by Tristan's father. "Leave first. This time you're really serious about Luna, right? No more frills?"
Danang nodded. "Yes Well, forgive Danang for Danang's mistakes and Mamah's mistakes, Danang knows, and Danang is self-aware, that Danang is actually too deep to scratch the wounds in the hearts of Father and family"
Tristan's father smiled. "Dad has forgiven you. The cure for her heart Luna is you. At that time Luna we match with Bima, but, her proposal was rejected. The reason at that time was that he was not ready to open hatinagagi. But, Father and Mother knew that that was not actually Luna's reason. He waits, waiting for you to come to fight him back. So, do it as he pleases. Make effort! It is difficult, very difficult to melt Luna's heart if it is disappointed like that, because the character is almost the same as Dad"
Danang listened and smiled. Luna decided to be alone. Bima asks Jihan for permission to talk to Luna. "Ikut mas yuk" said Bima.
"Where?" ask Jihan. Bima pointed at Luna who was sitting alone and daydreaming. "Don't be jealous. I just want to advise him as a friend. Can you?" Jihan smiled and nodded.
They approached Luna with ice cream in her hand. Jihan gave it to Luna. "Eh"
"Why daydream? Which danang?" ask Bima. Makes Luna cluck. He ate the ice cream quickly.
"the light!!" answer Luna judas.
Bima clapped his head. Makes Luna even more upset. "Your mouth is that! If he really wants you again? Fuck up! Stone head! Throw away your prestige. Don't keep hurting your own heart Luna"
Luna just kept quiet did not reply to Bima's words. Jihan joined the conversation. "Mbak Luna, actually how does the feeling mbak Luna same Danang?"
"How-how. Just usual"
"Can the usual dong be made special?? Honest from your own heart. Because Luna is lying to herself right now"
Luna just smiled. "I went back first, tired" Bima and Jihan shook their heads with Luna's attitude.
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