12 FORMER

PART 17 SHORT COVER

The tire squeaked, suddenly Fint stopped his car on the side of the road.

“Tactualty? You mean?” - He doesn't seem to understand my accusation - “you left me. Your mobile number is changed. Moving house does not say,” he said spewing anger.

I gasped at him. “Your,”I said not finished.

I hurried to push the door handle, trying to get out of the car. But quickly Fint's hand pulled me while locking the car door automatically.

“Fint! Open the door,” tukasku ketus.

“No, I want to talk,” exasperated. Stepping on the gas pedal inside, causing the sound of a roaring car. Drive the car at full speed, speeding at the crossroads and then turn down.

“Stop!!!” I was terrified when Fint's car almost nudged the rearview mirror of the car next to him.

“I'm pregnant. Stop the car.”

His eyeballs spontaneously shined both of my eyes. Without looking at the road, Fint pulled over the car in the supermarket parking area on the side of the road.

“Pregnant!” his screeches were half-lives surprised, his eyes widened. “You mean? Are you married?”

I nodded slowly, bowed deeply. Fint understood the sign language I just showed him.

“Terus. Who her? Leon?”

I shook my head once more, this time faster. You can only be silent without being able to say more.

“Then?” ask Fint, getting curious.

His anger gradually melted away, slowly grabbing both backs of my hands, rubbing them dear.

Suddenly Fint kissed the back of my right hand gently while making a proposal. “Sya! We marry next month.”

The deg!

Both my beads glared perfectly. Is he kidding? I knew I was pregnant, actually…

“Fint, take me home,” my door with a grumbling face.

“Sya..”

Suddenly Fint grabbed the back of my hand—meleset—I've been evasive.

“Fint, take me home or I'll go even further,” I threaten her fiercely.

Fint sighed resignedly at my reckless pride. The car was back on the right track. Along the way we just fell silent in a tense atmosphere, Fint seemed to not dare to open the conversation first.

30 Minutes longer than a taxi. A little irritating me. How not upset, from earlier Fint circled around unclear. He either intentionally or did not know the way to my house.

Finally Fint car managed to stop in front of the fence of the house painted yellow lemon, after a few minutes ago I became a guide for road instructions.

This time Fint managed to grip the back of my hand tightly. “Sya, think again. I don't care who…. Ah, nevermind. I seriously want to marry you. Let me take care of you and your little one for the rest of my life.” Both of his eyes stared at the seriousness.

I looked away, not daring to return the look of his eyes as if he was about to hole my eyeball. “Fint, I'm tired,” my elak deliberately drove it away subtly.

He let out a short sigh for a moment, both of his hands rubbed the back of my hand as he said, “Sorry, it makes you shocked,” the tone of his voice sounded raucous. “Sya.. I, I love you, just like I used to. I'm sorry that I'm guilty of you. Please, thank me.”

His whining made me unable to bear to give him a hug, I had not long smelled the fragrance of his citrus musk perfume. But no, there's no way I'm going back to him. Her mother doesn't like me, it's impossible for us to get married without the blessing of both parents.

“Fint, open the door. Just get here,” I said flat, get out of the car after Fint presses the car door central lock.

Grab!

Be shocked! So startled. Both of Fint's arms suddenly coiled around his shoulders, hugging me from behind.

“Fint, tuesday. Shy viewed people.”

His fingers were free, swirling at the waist and. Next, Fint took out his mainstay: tickling my waist endlessly, making me laugh curled up in his pangs.

“Fint, already, already,” my door between bated laughter.

He turned my body to face her. “Can I log in?”

I don't know, why? My attitude suddenly changed in an instant. I let both of his arms coiled spoiled around my waist, without a fight.

“No,” my tukas refused, taking the hat off my head, pinning it back on his head.

“Ngot bring.”

Patting the eel, remembering something. “Oh yes forgot, earlier you ran away,” he said guessing by himself.

The cup!

A brief kiss landed on my lips, again.

My eyeballs spontaneously sniffed fiercely. “Fint...” My er called her name anxious.

“Sorry, sorry.”

Instead of stopping, Fint showered me with kisses on the cheeks, eyes, forehead and nose.

“You know? I miss the same weight as Nesya. The host wants to kiss until he faints,” he said teasing me, flicking the tip of my nose mischievously.

“Emang Nesya want to? He said, ‘Ngak kangen same kamu’,” reply back tease him.

He looked at me disappointed. “Kok that anyway.”

“Finally you—” I said not finished.

“I why?” ask Fint curiously.

“You. You changed,” I said reasoned, trying to cover up the real story.

Fint breathed heavily. “Not you changed,” the rebuttal accused me.

“NESYA!!!"

We were both aghast at the angry screams of someone calling my name, spontaneously turning at the same time. Quickly I took Fint's hand from my waist.

Seen from a distance Firda walked over with a look full of anger.

Firda pulled my left arm roughly while snapping. “You are, look where to go. Who are you running away from?”

That instant also Firda grumbled at length without seeing the handsome figure who was standing before him. I poked my lips inward, not refuting, my eyeballs were spinning slowly gesturing to Firda, but she never understood what I meant. Then I cleared my throat slowly warning Firda to keep up the attitude. So upset, I cupped his face with both hands, setting his gaze on the existence of the black-hated man standing in front of him.

Firda's eye bead widened as Fint took off his hat. “YA PITY! FINTO! Aaa...” screech excited, shamelessly hugging Fint body.

Immediately I pulled Firda's collar, asking her to step back slowly.

“Firda! Firda!”

“Aaan anyway? Can't you?” I'm talking, not accepting. His lips pursed pouty.

Fint scratched next to his eyebrows, holding a tingly laugh at Firda's flirtatious, fan-like funny behavior suddenly excited because he met his idol artist.

“Fint, go in first yuk! Fifi make warm tea for my dear brother Fint,” he said twisting his flirtatious eyes jijay.

I nudged his arm in annoyance. “Dwe, flirtatious. Fint wants to go home,” I tukus, reverse Fint, push his back quickly towards the door of his car.

“Nee—ss” erang Firda whined to call my name, staring fiercely at me as I kept Fint out of his reach.

“What!” my reply did not lose ketus.

Fint opened his car window shortly after he was able to sit in the driver's seat. Pulling my left arm while saying, “Sya, tomorrow I pick up.”

“See tomorrow,” my answer is flat.

“Later night phone dong. My number is still a long time.” His eyes looked at me in turn.

I was silent not answering.

“Fifi, tomorrow lunch together yuk, same Nesya,” invite Fint sounds deliberately attract the attention of Firda, making Firda strangled with joy.

“Serious. Okay, okay. Tomorrow yes brother Fint.”

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Malem guys. miels can only be up date. e-eh, do you think Firda is not yet?

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