12 FORMER

PART 41 THE HAND WAS FIRMLY GRIPPED

My gaze circulated, this place was too crowded, my mind rubbed into my heart. Aunt Inge had just left to greet the guests who had come.

I decided to fill my stomach a little before leaving this place. Take a slice of cheese cake and eat it.

“Nesya,”

Someone said hello, I turned my body to see it. Regan, standing with a dismissive grin. I put my plate on the table, turned my back and hurried away, but the big hand first held back my steps.

“Where do you go, baby?”

Kutepis handrails rough, his words just now sound disgusting. Soon I grabbed my phone in my bag, pretending to take the phone, walked out of the party. I put my feet up, walk fast a little run.

Surprised, it was unexpected that Regan was deliberately following from behind. I accelerated my way to the elevator, pressing the elevator button with a cautious heart.

Grab!

“Where are you?”

“Regan, pelekikin,” pelekikku trying to escape from his hand grip.

“Why do you keep avoiding. I just want to talk.”

“You say what,” I said fiercely, “talk only, no need hold-hold.”

“Cute me.”

Regan dragged me to the emergency exit. His right hand held tightly to the shoulder of my hand, one of his hands gripped firmly on my right arm, a slanted smile slanted from his lips, the corner of his eyes looking at me as if ready to pounce on me at any moment.

“Ck! The one in the news is... Are you?” chirps Regan clucked softly, his face was mocking.

“Nggak.”

Her fingers danced on the skin of my cheeks without hesitation, Regan chuckled mockingly, “If not you, who?” his words sounded like an accusation to me.

I was silent about not answering her question, there was no point in me telling Regan the truth, which was adding new problems to myself.

“So... you've broken up with Fint.” His thick eyebrows shot up, looking evil. “I'm ready to be a replacement for Fint.”

“Don't dream of Regan, I won't be with you.”

“Oh yes, how about we have fun tonight.”

His words just made my hair bristle, fear, past events as if reflected in my eyes. How he was rude and anarchic to me. I don't want it to happen again in my life, I don't want it.

Suddenly Regan attacked me, trying to tear my shirt off, kissing me brutally. I was angry, remembering one thing.

Duk!

Regan screamed loudly as I deliberately banged my head against her forehead. In that instant I took a thousand steps, running all the way from the bastard.

“Nesya, why?”

Someone came up to me, holding back my trembling body with both hands.

“Which, I want to go home, take me home. I want to go home,” I replied repeating the words in a frightened tone.

“Iya, yes I take you home.”

Irwansyah helped me walk to the elevator. By the time we got out of the elevator, someone was waiting for me in the lobby seat. His face looked anxious, worried about my condition as usual. As soon as he saw my presence, he jumped from his seat, running towards us.

Both of his hands grabbed me forcibly from Irwan's arms, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, one of his hands again holding my left arm, lest I fall.

“Fint, you. Not yesterday..” Irwan said with a look of disbelief.

“Not your business,” reply Fint ketus, take me with him. He stopped his steps for a moment, took off the jacket I was wearing, then threw it in Irwan's face while saying, “Oh yes, thank you for helping Nesya. Until here let me drive him home.” It sounds like a jealous boyfriend.

In the car Fint. “You okay? What did Regan do?” Fint examined my physical condition with anxious eyes.

My tears broke, I cried in front of Fint. Fear, yes, that's how I feel.  Fint hugged me, wiped my tears.

“Already... don't cry. I'll take you home yeah.”

I nodded my head in agreement, Fint's soft words were a little able to calm me down.

Fint's car just came out of the hotel parking lot when Fint clasped my hand with his free hand.

I can no longer hold my weight. Fint had to go to great lengths to get me into the room when we got home.

Her warm fingers rubbed my hair gently. “You've eaten?” Ask Fint.

I turned my head slowly. “No. I don't want to eat.”

“Kok does not want to eat. At least eat a little. Don't make yourself sick,” message Fint firmly. “Let me make you fried noodles. Or you want to order.”

Kuraih had her right arm, hugging her with both hands. “I'm afraid,” I said softly, these lips feel shaky when I say it.

Fint sat down next to me again, hugging my head in his chest. Rubbing my hair softly, her embrace made me feel calm. I pushed her chest slowly, letting her look at my two eyes in turn.

Fint rubbed my cheek, “Don't be afraid.” Kissing my forehead, baby. “I'll get you some water,” he said, taking my hand off his arm.

I pulled back his arm, this time stronger, until the position of Fint's face was very close to me. Both pairs of our eyeballs whisked each other, staring alternately. That lip almost touched me if not only did my palm hold it first.

Fint poked his lips, disappointed. “Uhm... I—I take a drink first.”

I quickly took my hand, letting her out of my room. I bit my lower lip slowly, if only I had let Fint kiss me, maybe…

Uh! No-no, we've cancelled the wedding, yes, I want the wedding again. Fint returned with a glass of warm tea and a bottle of water, then hurriedly said goodbye, as if he was afraid of lingering near me, afraid something might happen. I smiled amusedly at his misbehavior.

The hoops alone on the bed, imagined the incident at the hotel. Regan, her face, her smile and the touch of her hand rubbed my mind, disgusting me.

I got out of bed, walked to the kitchen, my stomach suddenly feeling very hungry.

Like my usual days in the house, I wore a top crop top sweatshirt over the navel that I paired with hotpants, showing off my thighs, calves, smooth legs and flirting with faith. I let my long hair loose without being tied up.

There was the sound of the television still burning from the quiet family room. Who yeah?

Immediately I took the pot, took it with me, to the living room with a cautious heart.

Fint felt back home, so who?

My feet crept closer to the living room, slowly, not wanting to make a sound. Both my eyes were perfect.

A human being fell asleep on the sofa, his eyes completely closed, his right hand still holding the television remote.

Hmph! Habit, who watched his television, the audience even slept, my mind was smiling amusedly.

Seeing him fall asleep made my heart feel at ease. Fint... I just realized now—after meeting him again—he's the one who's always there for me.

When I am sad, happy, even when I have to accept the reality of losing my baby. I left a small kiss on her cheek.

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