12 FORMER
PART 20 IS AN UNCERTAIN COINCIDENCE
I flinch, unsure of the feeling of a worried heart. Unprepared, when a little kiss landed on my forehead.
“Fint, later seen Mama,” my chirps slowly his arms are anxious.
Her handsome face held back a smile hearing my timid meow speech. The look of the iris of the coffee eye is very charming, it does not make these eyes tired of looking, feels like a sea breeze that blows breeze on the beach.
My chest swished quickly, the beat must have sounded clear if a speaker was stuck in it, when the fingers began to slip my hair into the earlobe, he calmly said, “You have eaten?”
Really am! I was wrong to think that he would try to kiss me again. It turns out to be just asking for something trivial.
“Today.”
“Mama cook what?” tanya Fint spread her gaze around the dining table.
“Sayur lodeh,” I replied briefly without wanting to explain more.
He moved to sit next to me. “I want to too. Get dong!” the door is a foothold while propping up the chin.
Reluctantly I stood up from sitting, walking unsteadily to pick up the dishes on the shelf. When I was about to scoop vegetables in the pot, I heard the voice of Mama not far from where I stand, “Nak Fint, when come?”
“Barusan, auntie,” replied Fint hurriedly got up from sitting down, approached Mama giving her greetings (smacking the back of the hand a sign of respect to the older one).
“Come breakfast first.”
“Have been taken Esya,” said Fint with a polite word, turning my head.
I glanced thinly at the two, looking happy hue radiated fluttering from the flickering glare of Mama's eyes. From the beginning, Mama was already sreg when he first saw the performance of Fint. Of course, Fint is Mama's dream daughter-in-law.
How not! Fint Willyor, son of Paorl Willyor, a billionaire who owns several well-known electronics subsidiaries in my city, in the last year his business even penetrated to home and apartment developers.
Fint himself inherited the talent and tenacity of his papa, he opened several electronic goods outlets, car dealers, even now he already has a cafe and halfway house abroad.
With a simple character, friendly, polite, kind, responsible, considerate, respectful to the people around him, balanced anyway with the beautiful look that is in his possession.
I had a very long wait for him first, now…? I don't know! I still doubt my own feelings.
My memory box is still full of sweet memories with that person, OIA Greece.
After eating and washing the dishes, Fint took me out. Only then did I know our destination when Fint's car stopped right in front of the jewelry store's yard. He took my hand into the store (i was reluctant).
I will wear whatever ring he buys, my mind resigned.
I blinked resuscitated then jolted consciously, automatically looking back. Only the long-sleeved mocca-coloured back can be clearly seen from a distance. I wanted to run after him, but I'm stuck with Fint's whereabouts now.
“Who Is Yes?” tanya Fint broke my daydream.
Spontaneous makes me shake fast. “Not, wrong look,” I replied clumsily, throwing a contrived smile.
“Oo, I think familiar. Oh yeah, honey. You choose a ring model that you like, do not need a couple,” the message is short, stop the step of looking at my eyes warm.
Surprised, really! I had thought that it would be presented with a view of several models of the couple ring that had been ordered by Fint in advance.
I misinterpret!
He knows best that I don't like plain-designed rings (just a circle or with a jewel in the middle).
It happened a long time ago, when Fint gave me a ring and I refused it, because of the simple model, even though I knew that the ring might be worth half of my house.
“What's wrong?”
“As of you aja.”
“You're too resigned.”
“What a try that doesn't make you,” the joke teases me while pinching the tip of my nose squash.
I smiled wryly at the vague crisp joke from him.
I stared at the reflection in the mirror for a while, after 15 minutes Fint drove me to the front of the house. My memory was turned back to the man I had passed by earlier.
He was wearing a long-sleeved mocca shirt paired with slim fit black trousers, one hand was busy reaching into the pants pocket, seemed to be picking up a cell phone.
Unfortunately, I did not finish the shape of his face.
I flicked my head once, “Maybe I saw it wrong,” my chirps monologue themselves.
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