100 Days of Loving You

Voices from the past

"Mas, who is Intan?" ask a neighbor to approach Troy.

"His theme. Why, Mom?" ask Troy kindly.

"What friend is a friend? You know, Diamond's a woman of the night? Why cement. I can't believe that it is. Must be boking all day, right?"

"Sorry, we're not as good as you think."

"Even, Mum. Intan, when it comes to that man where there is a real. The look of the man at Intan, it was just a look full of lust. She's a dirty woman, who never even had a friend."

"Dirty woman, still worth fighting for, in the hope of making herself clean. But, when your heart and head fill are dirty, it will be so difficult. In fact, you yourself cannot clean it up." replied Troy casually.

"Well, man if there's any more, good-ass. Look at it tomorrow, if it's gone. Definitely go, never to look back again." - grumbled, then left Troy with all the chatter along the way.

Unknowingly, Intan listened to their conversation from behind the door. Deep down, with the words Troy gave him. But it hurts, when he hears the words of his neighbor that are likely true.

The kreeekkkk! Intan slowly opened the door of his old house. His head bowed, trying to defend his strong facial water.

"Troy... I'm ready." said Intan, who wears a black shirt, and a long-sleeved skirt.

"Why wear a skirt?" ask troy.

"Why? It's neat, and it's not sexy."

"Change your pants. Jeans, or trousers if available. We're on a motorcycle, don't ride in a car."

"Why? It's good to get in the car, it's not hot and it's not dusty."

"You know, I've had my money drained to pay you last night. I can only buy gasoline for my bike. After all, what do people say, when they see a potential cashier applying with a nice car." replied Troy.

"It's just a habit. People's abilities and tastes are different." Intan grumbled, then went back inside to change his pants.

Waiting for fifteen minutes. Intan was back out of the house. The dress is getting tidier, with the hair tied back. Unlike usual, which always decomposes long and looks tangled, although the original is smooth and soft

"I haven't been riding a motorcycle for a long time" Intan said.

"Udah, go up. I was out in the afternoon, you were a long time ago."

Intan patted Troy on the back because he was upset. Then go up to the motorbike, even though there is a bit of trembling in his body.

Intan Pov.

After a long time, I finally sat down again on the big bike. With a man. Honestly, my trauma seemed to come back to haunt me. Remember that time, when He took me and broke what I had been guarding all this time.

"No... Troy's different. He's not Fattan." I said in my heart.

Along the way I hugged his waist tightly. I chose to lean my head on her shoulder, and closed my eyes for a moment so as not to remember it too much.

Terasa, the motor stopped at a minimarket parking lot. It's a little far away, but it's pretty big and it looks so crowded.

"Come, I'll meet with Mr. Aldi in person. I made an appointment with him." Troy pulled my hand.

We entered, and went straight to the office.

"Sir, I brought the new employee candidate you were looking for" Troy told a man who turned his back on us.

"As per criteria? Because I don't want to, then go in and out carelessly. I am lazy, always training new employees in my Minimarket." he replied.

Deeeg!!

It was like I knew his voice. It was as if it was ringing directly in my little brain that held all the memories that I was so hard to forget.

"Who are you?" ask him, in a loud voice.