12 FORMER

PART 40 THE SKY IS UNFRIENDLY

Kutepis both hands are careless. “Who will marry you too,” my answer is very sadistic.

For some reason, I who was not used to hurting the feelings of others, suddenly 180° degrees changed completely, became rude, sniffled and uttered evil words in front of him. It's like the movie scenes I've been in.

Just then Fint poked, popped out from behind the door and said hello, “Kent! Just arrived or already.”

Kent poked his lips inside while answering, “I go home first.”

Reversing, walking away leaving me and Fint.

The deg!

My point of view found both of his eyes, wet with tears. He wiped it with the back of his right hand, and heard a stifled sobbing.  From behind his back, a cloud of sadness and loneliness enveloped him.

I could not bear to see him sad, wanted to feel the heart run to embrace his back, but soon I pushed away all the pseudo-dreams from my mind. I don't want to get hurt any deeper.

Kuseruput ice chirp made by Mama, while plucking out a warm fried banana on the table.

“Ma, adek go home first yes Ma. Later in the night there is still an event, sleep first tired,” I said say goodbye to go home.

“Not picked up Fint?”

“No Ma, he's busy with his cooperation. I also don't want to bother him constantly,” I replied explaining a little.

Actually, I just don't want my relationship with Fint to get complicated. Our marriage has been annulled and I don't want to repeat it a third time. Enough, I've hurt Fint too often.

I turned the wheel, turned the fork in the road. I want to buy a snack before I go home, I park my car in the supemarket yard. Wearing my mandatory attributes before getting out of the car.

I took some small snacks from the shelf. How surprised I was, when my eyes found the news that was being aired on television.

“Artist initialed N perform abortion abroad.”

It was clearly a photo of me on the hologram screen. I lowered the tip of my hat, walked around, returned one by one the snacks I had already put into the grocery basket.

I moved back, canceling the shopping event this time, when I saw some people lined up in line to pay at the cashier.

I don't want any of them to notice my presence here. Just hurry up I took a thousand steps, rushing towards the car.

The huft! Relieved, finally survived.

I called Vivi's phone number, meaning to ask her about the news that appeared on television just now. Someone must have deliberately leaked the incident at that time, but I don't want to accuse anyone.

At night, I couldn't resist coming when the big boss asked for my arrival to attend.

I couldn't call Vivi all day, where was she?

Damn, my car suddenly crammed, can't be starter. I was forced to book a taxi, going to the hotel alone with a pretty stifling argo.

Not only the car, the sky also seemed to be angry unfriendly. Suddenly it rained quite hard, though,

On arrival in front of the hotel, I walked a little run towards the hotel lobby, my hair a little wet for avoiding the rain.

Dugm!

I accidentally hit someone walking in front of me. 

“Ah! Sorry, sorry,” said I bow my head apologizing.

“Nese...”

“Irwan! What are you doing here?” I looked surprised at him, I never thought I could meet him in this place.

 “Hmm... I have an appointment with producer.” A sweet smile expands from her thin lips. “You alone?”

“Uhm, no office events.”

“Need company?”

“No. No need,” I said spontaneously refused his offer, I looked at my watch, then said, “That, I go first.”

“Wait, Nesya,” screeches Irwan trying to hold my step. Her fingers fixed my wet hair attentively, “What did you ride here?”

“Taxi rail.”

His eyes widened. “Alone,” he said as if in disbelief.

I nodded my head slowly, saying yes. His eyes were watching, from the tip of my head to the end of my feet.

“Mm...your shirt,” she said hesitantly. Irwan took off his denim jacket and said, “Wear, later catch wind.”

I smiled a little at her childish words. Irwan, a man who is almost the same as Fint, is equally too attentive, making me unkind.

“Come on.”

“Nevent need I. You are awaited later.”

A little surprised when Irwan held both of my shoulders—turned my body asking me to walk first— while he walked behind me.

“Ayo street. I'm not calm letting you walk alone.” Irwan was silent for a moment, then asked, “Sya, why am I phone not picked up?”

“Mmm.. sorry,” I said briefly.

The tip of his finger touching the back of my hand hesitated. We're in the elevator now, just the two of us. “Sya, I'm sick.”

“Dadaku…. Deg deg-an every look at your face.”

Ow! His simple words sounded sweet in my ears, though they were actually a little bit sombre. Smile at the knot from my lips. Irwan can always make my heart soar, like now.

I nudged his arm in a fit of rage. “Gombal. Other women must be straight to klepek-klepek hear your flirting.”

“Not really. It's just the same as you.”

“Long.”

“Kok lied anyway. Seriously.”

The elevator door opened by itself. Our conversation had to be cut down to here.

“That, I went there first,” I said pointing to the hall door.

Irwan nodded slowly, “Oke, when you're done calling me, let me drive home.”

In my heart I said, No need, I can go home alone. But I recounted, considering the rain was falling so hard, and I was afraid to go home alone.

I had to make her offer, a happy smile spread on her lips when I answered with certainty, “Iya, I'll call.”

I set my feet hesitatingly entering a large room that glittered, boisterous looking crowded models, artists, actors, and singers who incidentally came from my agency. Obviously, this is my agency's birthday.

Some of them looked as if they were a lump in front of me, some pairs of eyes glanced at me and threw strange glances at me. Is it possible they?

“Nesya my dear. Good thing you came,” said Bu Inge Widyayanti (Big Boss) the owner of the agency.

The main director, as well as a famous promoter. I remember the first time I met Auntie. Yeah, I called him “Tante”, he's like my own Tante.

The person is friendly, kind, assertive, disciplined and perfectionist in every way. It's just that Aunty prefers to be single rather than married.

He always said, “It's easy. Living his household life is not easy.”

I always smiled when Auntie started talking about the stories of her married friends.

Another case with me, although my relationship with men always ends tragically but I want to get married soon, have a happy little family.

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All the malems, how?

Who do you think is the most fitting to be Nesya's husband

Keant's?

The fint?

Leon's?

Irwansyah's?

Help answer, along with the reason yes... 🥰