My secret mission.

This heartbeat says something, sends a message without a sound, thrills the body that will respond to be more sensitive to stare at the figure of the man in front of me. Jebran, his body moved and embraced me warmly.

It's really strange my choice and his choice. Is it really too fast? I feel that time is going to go faster.

I can't even believe this, this bond of love is creeping up my heart.

I loosened up slowly, releasing his embrace. He took my hand to walk away from his house. Turn around and come back to chat for a while.

In this garden we sat in silence.

"What makes you sick?" I asked as I looked at the wound.

"Hmm," he said pulling his bandaged hand away.

"It's nothing," he said.

"Hmm ...."

I exhaled through my nose. He bent down and stared at the floor, then looked up at the dim street lamps dotting the garden.

"Next week I will move from here," Jebran said.

"Is that true?" call me.

Jebran nodded slowly, "I will miss this place for a while," he said.

"Me too," I added.

Jebran turned to me with a friendly smile. His hand gripped mine tightly. The look of love was visible on his face.

"What about the mystery you're about to solve?"

Suddenly Jebran thought about the search for my father. I stared straight into his eyes.

"W-what do you mean?" I asked pretend.

"Don't pretend you don't know. Come on, let's do it together with Dilan!" Jebran asked while reaching for something from his pocket.

A cell phone that belongs to him, his fingers are so thin they fumble around the screen to find something he will show me. "Here," he said showing the nameplate that came from my house.

Instantly my eyes stopped staring, about to dodge, but I had nothing to dodge. Jebran already knew it.

"You want to know how close Dilan and your father are, don't you? And you want to know why your father always approaches Dilan, don't you?"

"And I'm curious too," Jebran added shaking his smart phone.

"Emira, actually I have something to tell you later," he said squeezing my hand.

I looked at his hand squeezing mine, I slowly looked up at his face.

"Jebran," she whispered.

"I feel a very familiar closeness. I feel something from you," Jebran said.

"What's that?"

My voice trembled a little. I felt a touch of love emanating from my aura of vision.

Correct! He approached me and pressed his lips to mine. We kissed each other gently. His hand squeezed mine gently, a soft touch so blended into my body.

The rhythm of the song that shakes the soul seems to be struggling in the mind. And we did it again, not in a happy situation.

This even eased the predicament he was currently feeling. How do I explain to Jebran? This man prefers my secret mission behind my work interlude. This will be a big mission for both of us.

Dilan will soon be present on the next mission. He touched me gently and attentively.

His lips let go slowly, looking down as he glanced at my weakened expression. He lowered his gaze again. However, he couldn't let me go. He continued again, again and again. A touch I will never forget in my life.

The desire of love is very touching and too deep to be forgotten. Under the yellow light bulbs decorate and illuminate the dark side behind the trees. A gentle breeze caressed between the two of us.

The wind carried us so far, so far.

***

This weekend, this is what I look forward to the most. My busy schedule has been completed in a timely manner. This is the time to rejuvenate the mind and body health. Refreshing the brain is what everyone needs the most.

Wash your brain at least once a week! He he, yes, of course you have to! I smoothed the blushing lipstick that graced my lips. Pink is a relaxing color for the weekend. I really don't like the color too flashy.

I opened the bedroom door, but my eyes were focused on the plastic cherry blossoms. A glimpse of a smile adorns my face who will find the story this weekend.

"Mom, I'm leaving," I said goodbye.

"Yes," my mother said from behind the kitchen.

I walked to the front of the garage. I stood by shaking my legs and body left and right. I'm waiting for someone to come this Saturday.

I looked at the watch on my left. The light brown watch fits perfectly and beautifully wraps around my wrist.

I saw Jebran's car speeding toward my house. Seeing him arrive, I felt so happy. As I was about to leave, I heard my cell phone ringing.

A message I received. Dilan sent me something.

[I have to tell you something. It's about Endru, we better meet!]

I saw this very serious message. Something that made me curious about a man named Endru. A man who is behind the story of our past.

"Emir, what's wrong?" Jebran asked.

I turned and looked at him. "Yes," I said simply.

"Can we visit Dilan for a bit?" I asked.

"Hmm, of course," Jebran said nodding.

I also stepped closer to Jebran, but I saw his expression wondering with a million confusion.

"Why? Why your face?" call me.

"Where?"

Jebran scooped his face once.

"Let's go to Dilan's house first then," said Jebran.

"Okay."

I nodded slowly and firmly.

Jebran took my hand bringing a smile to me. I replied for him. We left my house.

In the car, I felt a little awkward with him. Somehow? I don't know if it's because my feelings have turned into true love.

"Emira, I want you to be the first person to see my house later," he said.

"Ah," I said turning around suddenly.

I looked back, there was no one here? "Jebran, why don't you bring Riffat?" I asked curiously.

"Don't worry! There's still someone in the house looking after him."

Jebran refocused himself on the street.

I glanced over with a small smile on my face. I saw him park his car in front of Dilan's fence. He opened the door for me this time.

"Come on," he said.

His hand welcomed me. "Ah, you are such a disgrace!" I grumbled.

"Hem, I know you are very stubborn, but please don't be so hard to accept my help!" he insisted.

"Yes alright."

At the door, we stood with questions and requests. We nodded at each other.

Dilan opened the door and greeted him with his body still looking not fully recovered. "Oh, you guys have come?" welcome Dylan.

"Come on, come on in!" invite him.

I took a sitting position on the guest sofa, while Jebran sat next to me.

We looked at Dilan, Jebran grabbed his cell phone and showed him a photo he took from my house. "This," Jebran said.

Dylan watched him. "What's this?"

I started to put on a curious face as well as my seriousness. "I want to interview you," I suggested.

Dilan looks confused by the photo and my gaze. "You found out about my relationship with your father, didn't you?"

"Hmm," I nodded.

Dilan looks a little worried.

"We'll swap, tell me what you were about to say to me just now!" The pivot point of my eyes competed towards Dilan.

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