12 FORMER

PART 12 FORMER 1... 2... 3...

Suddenly I remembered one thing. “Oh yes, Fir. I forgot, his arm was injured while helping me. Maybe now it's healed, but surely there's still a scar on his arm.”

“Submit wounds on arms. Well,okay. I'll remember that. You also remember, keep the condition, eat and drink a lot. Can't be tired, can't—”

“—anger, can not be upset with people, do not that, here. A lot can not be,” I argue sewot.

“That's yes, if you say. Recalcitrant,” his chirps flicked the end of my nose.

“Iya, mom,” my lips tease her. I like to call her mother because she is quite chatty, like my mother.

“You're. I took a shower, I want to go home. Capek.”

“Be careful on the road,” book me before the door closes tightly.

I let out a tired breath, I felt cramping in the stomach area. “Sorry yes, dear. Definitely tired. Bobok yuk!” I muttered my own monologue while stroking my dear stomach. Although still shaped fetus but he can feel what we feel, “so take care and don’t make your self sadly. Be happy and smile brightly”.

Tomorrow, because there is no filming schedule, I can chit chat with friends during High School first. Every day busy calling here and there asking the phone numbers Tio (former first), Alfian (former second) and Reza (former third)

The three of them: my ex-boyfriend when he was in high school.

SMA Negeri 3, grey white times. His girlfriend is still shy cat, only dare to hold hands. Every day the phone to the house even though at school has also met each other face.

The most make deg-an tuh if again boncy, drive home. Must hold his waist so as not to fall.

Aish! If you remember again, make a baper. All three guys are fine. I know that right.

By late afternoon, the sun was reluctant to show its light. After eating and bathing, then I got clarity from Reza's mobile number that I got from WhatsApp Ajeng (a friend of Reza). Yeah, just Reza's cell phone number.

According to information from friends. Tio, already a policeman, is married and has two children. Alfian, a Padang food restaurant entrepreneur, is married, has four children and just divorced 3 months ago.

Of the two is clearly impossible, because those present at the party are famous entrepreneurs, models, and top artists. For example, I. Hehehe, am I too sick? The answer: of course.

Reza, according to information I got from Ajeng an hour ago, "he is now a Marketing Specialist Manager at one of the largest promoter companies in Indonesia". No doubt he also dabbled with the world of artists. Reportedly, last month he also had time to travel abroad and of course his fellow friends from among artists or high-end entrepreneurs.

Hesitatingly pressed her phone number, afraid in case she refused to talk to me. The problem is, I used to ask for a break up even though there were no problems or fights that occurred between us. Just …. Bored.

Bad, am I?

I feel guilty every time I remember him. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes while pressing the dial button, then next came a connecting tone from across the phone.

“Halo! Hello!”

His voice sounded familiar to my ears, this is true Reza's voice (not wrong anymore).

Not immediately answered I instead let him ask, “This who is it?”

“... i-this Nesya. SMA 3'S. It's Reza, isn't it?” I said back to asking.

I grimace amusedly, “Iya Nesya. Reza how are you? Healthy?” ask me kind and kind.

“Mmm, fine. Nesya herself now where?”

“At home,” my answer is short.

“Iya, know at home. Why not at home where else?”

“Syuting.”

“Oh yes forgot. Now he's an artist. Oh yes, the meeting yuk. I'm in a meeting, so I can't talk much. What if we meet tomorrow at the usual place we eat. Near school. Want no?” he suddenly made an appointment to meet.

I thought for a moment, not answering.

“Nes, can you? If not tomorrow—”

“OK, I'll wait there. Ten o'clock,” reply I can't refuse.

“Oke, tomorrow I wait. Until tomorrow baby,” he replied, calling me “sayang” call with a flirtatious tone—without thinking first.

Yeah, well, almost 9 years of not meeting, suddenly calling me that. I immediately lost feeling after hearing it.

In my heart I asked, what is it like, Reza now?

So curious about his looks now. The phone connection was cut off shortly after his speech.

Thirsty. When I was pregnant, I was thirsty and hungry. Hmm, obviously, there is a living being inside my stomach.

Walking to the kitchen to get a bottle of mineral water, a glass of milk for pregnant women and apples. A one? Not enough, I need four apples to fill my stomach.

Come to think of it, my body can be like a barrel because most eat. Eits! Can't be so poor. It does not matter to be fat and big, as long as your little one is healthy, normal, and happy.

Just say, “Be the happiest pregnant woman, then your baby will be happy too.”

(Be the happiest pregnant woman, then your baby will feel happy too)

A happy smile rose from my lips as these two eyes stared at the abdomen, though it had not yet crooked, but I was happy that she was with me.

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