The Desire of the Cold Militant
It really was him

After a day from morning to night through time together and it could be referred to as a blind date that is quite sudden but which is obviously so very memorable.

in the end they chose to go home this time as well, considering this is not the right time anymore to bring girls people to go everywhere.

Azlan quickly drove his car after their stomach was full eating the last meal.

"You haven't explained what you mean by Bill Rowland"

Nadine was still trying to ask, quite curious about what Azlan said earlier.

Azlan did not answer Nadine's question directly, the man's right hand continued to focus on the steering wheel of his car, while his left hand began to try to blame the song in his car.

"Still like old songs? I asked Ben to copy some old songs on the flash disk so you could enjoy his songs while with me"

hearing Azlan's words as soon as the girl frowned, she quite did not expect the man to know what he liked.

As if forgetting Bill Rowland, the girl looked directly into Azlan's face.

She likes to listen to old songs like those of Yuni Shara, Nike Ardilla, Annie Carrera or even Ebiet G Ade.

For her such a song gives a wonderful sensation of its own for her, quality music with beautiful words without content to fulgaran.

Such sounds of memories are almost no longer found today.

The difference in music is so significant between the past and the present.

If the artists used to prioritize quality and please the listener, maybe more today put forward sensational and Something scandalous news that can break someone's career.

He could hear Nike Ardilla's song playing softly in the car, adding to the sweet atmosphere between them.

Nadine was still staring in Azlan's face.

"How do you know I like songs like that?"

he asked with curiosity.

"You said it to me hmm. first, yeah.then"

Answer Azlan slowly.

"Yes?"

Nadine frowned more and more.

"When? back then?"

When did she ever say that?!.

"The night of the fire tragedy, you who panic continue to tell me about many things including what you like"

Hearing Azlan's words immediately Nadine rounded her eyeballs.

"Yes?"

the girl was clearly shocked half to death, she touched the soft end of her forehead.

"When you had a panic attack, you knew your condition scared me, Nad"

It is as if Dejavu Nadine remembers one incident in the past that still continues to leave trauma for her.

The dark room suddenly turned hot and stuffy, this was the first time Nadine had become so panicked.

The more terrifying she had the feeling of being suffocated that night, as if there was no one around her, cold hot sweat smashing into her mixed with the taste of Dizziness, the head cuddling.

Nadine suddenly felt Numbness plus a tingling sensation throughout her arms and fingers, even she experienced Hot or cold flashes (increase/sudden decrease in body temperature, etc, in the chest area and around the face), she instantly feared death and began to lose control of her own body.

"Nad... hang on, tell me what you need?"

He could feel someone trying to talk behind his ear, so softly, whispering with patience even he felt one warm hug that he was trying to give himself.

That night someone kept trying to resuscitate her, saying everything was fine, even previously injured because of her.

She didn't really see his face, but she knew his name.

"Who's your name?"

"Don't you remember? black Panther, we always fight on Fencing together, your level brother who graduated many years ago"

then did not know how when he woke up he was in the room White dominates.

"Where is he, Mom, Dad?"

"Who?"

"My Black Panther?"

But he never found the man again until his old years, then one day Bill Rowland came and the male Daddy said.

"Don't you forget son, Bill Rowland who saved you and took you to the hospital in the fire tragedy that night"

"Did you still forget?"

Azlan asked again while glancing towards her.

Nadine continued to look at the man's face, she looked at Azlan with a teary look

The man was clearly startled to see Nadine's expression while frowning.

"What's wrong?"

"tell me what is the definition of a black petunia's love?"

Nadine needs an answer from Azlan's lips.

Which makes her doubt when she was with Bill Rowland, she did not get the answer she wanted from the man's lips.

Azlan momentarily slowed down the pace of his car, he stared in Nadine's eyeballs.

"L’amour est comme le vent, nous ne savons pas d’ il vient. - Honore de Balzac"

Love is like the wind, we never know where it comes from.

Azlan replied while developing a smile.

Instantly Nadine's eyeballs glazed over, somehow her palms slowly touched Azlan's face.

"That's really you"

"Maybe I'm not a good man, but I've never justified a way to get what I want"

Azlan said again later"