Allah Sang Pemilik Hati Novels & Stories

Selama ini kau masih merasa Aku selalu menantimu Dua minggu kau tak menghampiri Karena kau dengan yang lain Ibanya hatiku, sayang (Lyrics of the Potret Band song). Every day or even night I sing it. Moreover, other than to strengthen my heart, and to cultivate my heart to be strong in recognizing the term love for monkeys that come and go like mushrooms.

“Don’t ever forget.....your name has power.” Her heart stuttered. “And don’t forget,” he added, his thumb brushing lightly against her pulse, “you’re mine.” Her throat went dry. The word mine curled into her like smoke she couldn’t breathe out. She yanked her hand free, glaring. “You don’t own me, De La Vega.” He leaned closer, his breath hot near her ear. “Then why does it sound like you’re trying to convince yourself?” Her chest tightened. She pushed the door open, stumbled out, and slammed it shut harder than necessary.