Love With Candidates
Wounded

"Please take me home!" pinta Aluna in a furious tone.

Aditya blocked Alya's arm, looking at her with a pleading face. "Jawab first, did you start loving Satria?"

"Please don't talk about this now, I want to go home and rest, I'm tired of thinking about all this." Alya seemed to want to cry again. He could not say anything now, just the two in this place Alya felt uncomfortable. And why did Satria not follow.

"Jawab first." Aditya is starting to lose his temper.

"I love Satria, there's no reason I don't love her, she's good Mas, she's my husband, you should also learn to love Kinan."

"Sir, you really disappointed me." Aditya shook his head.it seems like his brain began to be possessed by the jinn of the inhabitants of this plantation.

"She, you cannot love Satria, only I can

Alya took a few steps back, her prejudice this time was really bad Alya was afraid of Aditya khilaf.

"Alya!!" Aditya tries to warn of the danger but Alya moves further away and continues to walk backwards.

"yahoo!!" alya screeched as her legs slipped.

Alya slipped deep into the steep valley floor.

"Alya!!" Aditya panicked to see Alya's body curled up helplessly.

Aditya immediately descended into the valley chasing Alya's body which was now gone.

Once found Alya's body, Aditya immediately grabbed her head.

"Alya! Alya! wake up Alya." Aditya's voice was so panicked that he found a wound on Alya's body that was quite severe.

"Alya woke up Alya." Aditya patted the cheek of the woman whose eyes were closed.Alya's face was full of bruises due to repeatedly kissing the clay.

Aditya does not want to waste much time anymore, he immediately carried Alya's body and took her to the car. on the back of Alya's body next to the steering wheel and wearing a seat belt. with a quick movement Aditya immediately ran around and towards the steering wheel.

Aditya takes Alya to the nearest hospital, hoping Alya will get treatment soon.

Arriving at the hospital, Aditya without waiting Alya picked up the gurney. He carried the body of his ex-girlfriend who is estimated to weigh not up to fifty kilograms.

Before long Alya had been lying weak in the ER room and got the doctor's treatment, Alya was still unconscious, but the doctor said there were no serious internal injuries.

Aditya continued to pray in his heart so that Alya soon realized, he felt guilty with his attitude that was too aggressive to make Alya frightened.

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Satria who had received help from the residents of Cottage, she immediately searched for her cellphone that she had left. many times she contacted Alya but no one received the call.

Satria was prejudiced when she saw Aditya forcing her into the car.

'Alya, have you been withered by the persuasion of the Aditya, until you no longer care for my calling.'

Satria reduced her body and leaned against the bed. His prejudice really makes Satria hurt alone.

'Alya, even though we're newly married, but I already love you so much, even I dreamt we'd have our own house and live with our child, you only love Aditya's mas which obviously hurt you.'

With the step of training Satria riding his big motorbike and coming home, tall and sturdy man brought a very deep disappointment.

arriving at the house Satria saw Father and his mother were accompanying Rosa to tea in the living room.

"Asalamualaikum"

"Waalaikum salam." The three of them answered Satria's greeting in unison.

"Satria, we're home, son."

"yes, Bun" Mother immediately dragged Satria to bring to the living room, seeing Satria come to her own mother's heart was also worried.

"Alya is the same Mas Aditya."

"What?! how are you, why are you leaving this. and this wound?"

"This wound, this wound is because of Mas Aditya," said Satria who felt her heart getting torn to shreds.

The two of them looked back at Rosa. "Satria Rosa's been waiting for you, why is she here? Did you know you were married? Sat watch Alya's feelings, not because Rosa your relationship is getting further."

"Rosa does not know yet, this is all Alya asked" replied Satria.

"Then you meet him, as soon as he knows it will be better" said Mother.

Satria just nodded, then she went out to meet Rosa who in front of her was already a paperbag that had no idea what it contained.

Satria sits on a long sofa, next to Rosa.

"Satria, you've been fighting, you haven't changed." Rosa looked at Satria and pulled the face of the man whose gaze was often empty.

"Satria, the wound is so much." Rosa holds Satria's chin. Satria brushed off Rosa's hand.

"It's okay, it's also healing."

"Satria, let me compress." The woman was about to move.

"No, I can do it myself."

They were both silent. Rosa continued to observe Satria while smiling. "Satria, you're getting longer and better."

Satria returned Rosa's smile, it was strange that she heard the praise from the woman who was staring at her intensely. "How the hell is it? there is a."

"The older you get, the better looking you are."

"Rosa-Rosa, there's-there's just." Satria shook her head.

So that not to engage in more strange chatter. Satria wants Rosa to come home soon. "Ros, I think I should take a break, tomorrow we'll see you again."

"You need to rest." Satria stood up, Rosa stood up and took her arm bag.

Yes I have come home, you just rest, this is a gift for you. wear yes, hope you like.

"Surely, many words, Greetings to your mama."

Satria led Rosa to the yard. Rosa immediately drives her car and leaves Satria's house.

Rosa feels Satria today is so stiff, not as usual.Rosa's feelings are not safe, she is afraid of being knocked out of Satria's heart.

Satria again sat in her original place, without wanting to touch Rosa's gift because her heart was in turmoil.

Satria tries to call Alya's cell phone again, but no one receives it.

Satria finally contacted Aditya. after a few minutes, the person across there seemed to receive his call. Because the screen rang had already turned into a time that kept going.

"Mas, where is Alya and you now?! answer quickly."

Aditya had wanted to tell, but that intention was suppressed. "Alya is with me, you don't have to worry about him."

"I want to talk to him, give Alya his phone quickly."

There was laughter from across the street, further wounding Satria. "Why? my call was not answered. You should just give up Sat. You are nothing to Alya. He just loves me. He just loves me. And one you must remember. I can pray more than you."

Their calls suddenly broke off. Satria was disappointed again. Every sentence that came out of Aditya's lips was like thousands of needles that one by one kept piercing his heart.