12 FORMER
THE PART 21 POINT POV
The eternal ice sculpture is deliberately engraved in the form of love, displayed lavishly on a table in the middle of the room, as a symbol of my love for him.
A bouquet of white flowers adorn all corners of the room (hall). Almost full of guest seats are present tonight, although the invitations are closed to the public (only from among relatives and relatives).
These eyes seemed to not want to be separated to admire a beautiful figure in a long white kebaya dress as complex as the one standing majestically next to me.
Sweet smile captivating, always can make my brain a little dazed. She is beautiful, very beautiful even. I'm grateful to be able to find him again after so long we parted ways without any news. The longing that was bursting seemed to almost burst when my iris found it standing in a huff without someone accompanying it.
That afternoon, I was waiting for my little cousin to audition, tired of me walking around the building looking for a cafe or restaurant inside the building.
Suddenly my eyeballs were shocked by the beautiful figure I always missed. Like dejavu, I dreamed it exactly a week ago (maybe it's a cue from my dream).
Our meeting was arguably a bit of a thriller, as I deliberately kidnapped her from the hunt of the reporters.
At first I was confused, clumsy, not knowing where to start, because I had never seen him for a long time.
After thinking for a while, I finally got a brilliant idea. Slowly but surely, I stepped forward towards him, then one hand smothered his mouth (similar to the scene of kidnapping), taking him forcibly to the emergency stairs.
“LEPIECE!” the sound of her screaming in my ear. He had a chance to rebel, but I tried to be as calm as possible.
It was powerless when my two beads found the beautiful face completely, my lips had already kissed her, even though they were blocked by the mask I wore. If only I did not wear a mask, I would have exhausted his beautiful lips, I was in a sad heart.
“Auch!” pekikku pain. Obviously, the pointed tip of his high heels accidentally stepped on my shoes.
The tail of my eyes caught the complete motion of the screech in a hurry to try to escape, I quickly pulled next to his arm. I also opened the mask that covered half my face while exclaiming, “Nesya it's me.”
We chatted like old friends who never met, but everything was revealed when we were in the car. Shock! Severe shock, when she said, “I'm pregnant.”
As if buffalo lashed, this heart feels crumpled. How could? The woman I loved so much, suddenly got pregnant. Though a month ago, I had heard news about him: Artist cinlok initials N and L broke up!
Photos of the two are even clearly displayed in television and newspaper media. Without a second thought, I hurriedly called my friend (let's call Reno), he worked at the TV station that broadcast the news. I asked for the contact number of Nesya's manager, but she refused to give it, citing the artist's privacy (okay, okay, I can accept that).
Sometimes, at midnight, when my eyes are not closed, there is a feeling of anger and resentment in the chest often remember the confession about her pregnancy.
Sometimes I ask in my little heart, “Can I be happy with him? Although I know the child is not my flesh and blood.”
However, at that time, I threw away all ego and hate. Mm, I love Nesya too much, maybe my reasons are too simple, but I love her not only for a month and two months. I sure loved her from the beginning the first time this eye found her at a friend's birthday party (Regan), call it Nesya's ex-boyfriend.
The huft!
But I don't want to give up until there. I was even willing to hurt myself by asking for a little help from Fifi (Firda). At first he refused firmly, but after hearing my request and a little gift (free holiday to Bali).
Sh…! Don't tell Nesya, she'll be angry.
I knew I was wrong, making use of my weakness to make it back to me, but I have no regrets.
Now, I could smile in relief, seeing the happy hue of the cheerful facial expression she showed. Kuremas soft fingers lentik in my hand, without hesitation tucked the back of his hand gently in front of many people while whispering affectionately in his ear, “I love you, Sya.”
A timid smile rattled from her chili-red lip. Her beautiful iris eyes looked at me anxiously, “Gombal,” her reply whispered in my ear, a line of knotty smiles expanding from my lips.
It felt impatient to immediately take him away from this crowd, holding him in hugs and kisses.
Several times I chuckled arrogantly, finding the envious eyes of the guests who saw our affection at the party, let alone someone who monitored our movements from the beginning of the event.
His turning eyeballs growled as I began to kiss hands or whisper in Nesya's ears.
The huft!
Who else if not my dear mother. He was completely against my relationship with Nesya, but I didn't care.
That afternoon, there was a check at home, mom was really angry, threw away her face and did not care about my explanation. Luckily, my dad came at the right time. Mama could not dwell on the decision of the father who asked me to marry Nesya immediately.
Thank goodness! Our Application Party takes place with wisdom, without constraint. Even though someone I expected couldn't be present at the important event of my life.
He just sent a short Whatsapps message, “Sorry, I can't attend.”
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