12 FORMER

PART. 8 45 DAYS

45 Days later ….

Coral, Singapore. Chili red lipstick coloring thin lips seduces soul. Flickering eyelashes dazzling between the blink of a black sapphire eyeball make every maddle beetle lured often glance at him. Skillful fingers dancing on the beautiful and graceful look, someone helped him fix the pulses of makeup that was almost faded by sweat. Slightly tidying up the thick black hairdo strung up the waist length.

The red lacy blouse of long-sleeved floral motif looks very fitting on the body, giving the impression of sexy and glamour with sparkling trinkets on the lentic ring finger. The corner of his eyes glanced reluctantly at a large bouquet of red roses that were displayed beautifully in the corner of the room on a pile of gifts from loyal admirers.

“Nes, any phone?” Firda approached in a hurry carrying a cell phone, thrusting it at me.

“Who?” tanyaku.

Firda gave a lip not answering, I clearly know the meaning of his attitude.

“Leon?” then I grunted in annoyance. Firda nodded.

Cold sweat dripped thinly on Firda's temple, looking at her confused face. “Terus what should I say? He has called you many times.”

“Say, ‘I already have a new girlfriend’. After almost a month I broke up with him, time still has not moved on too,” I said expressing frustration.

“You said yourself! If I say, he believes,” refutes Firda reluctantly.

I let out a long sigh, I took the phone from Firda's hand and replied, “Leon.”

“Nese. Babe .. baby .. please, sorry Leon. Leon's just in love with Nesya. I love you baby, I just fell in love with you nobody else”

“I'm not in love and we broke up. Point!” answer me before I hang up the phone first.

“Dwe .. who is angry again. So mean. Leon ‘kan has apologized Nes. Why not be forgiven anyway jeng,” said Firda commented while patting my shoulder flirty.

I narrowed my eyes staring hard. “You Belain Leon?”

Firda grimaces shy, “Habis Leon handsome anyway!” mupeng answered.

“Dating there with Leon,” tukasku ketus.

“The problem is Leon would not be the same as candut like me,” he said wagging hair like an advertising artist an impromptu shampoo. The fairy maid who was standing next to me was holding an amused laugh looking at Firda's behavior.

I scrunched my forehead curiously. “What is candut?” aska I want to know.

“Beauty Fat,” answers pinched one flirtatious eye.

Just as the butterflies in my stomach woke up from their sleep, I laughed back and forth at his silly joke.

Well, Firda is humorous. I've been friends with him since he was in elementary school, meeting accidentally on set. At that time she was a dresser set in one of the big screen films I starred in. So happy for a long time without meeting, we so often hang out, shopping, and most often is culinary together. To the point that my weight went up by almost 5 kilos in a month. Finally, I had to go on a strict diet and gym for a month to lose weight. Remember to make your own smile.

Just so you know, Firda was the name of her asphalt (aka fake). Her real name is Ida Fidyawati, so let's call it “Firda”. Actually I have the idea of love that name, fortunately he was okay-okay, so no need to give thanks red porridge.

“Nes, the photographer has arrived,” he said reminded.

Immediately I got out of my seat and was ready to be in style in front of the camera.

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We finished our shooting session and flew back to the country. There's still a soap opera schedule for tomorrow.

The next day …

“Uwek!”

No liquid came out of my mouth. Me why? So nausea is unclear. What because of the burger last night, my mind remembers what happened last night.

Returning home from the airport, on the way to Firda's house asked, “Nes, are you not eating? Later in the wind you know.”

“Malas eat. Eng, just eat a burger!” answer's simple.

“Biarin, just eat burger.”

Firda could only let out a short sigh hearing my inviolable will. Finally the car turned to stop by for a while to the KFC drive truck after it just came home.

Do I catch a cold? My mind guesses. The phone on the bed rang for a long time, I stumbled across it.

“Halo!”

“Nes, awake? I was on the phone. Filming was delayed the day after. So today you are home. Okay, don't go anywhere!” firda gave me a strong warning.

“Fir, I think I caught a cold. Out of vomiting.”

“Vomit! Hence eat Nesya rice. It's just eating burgers,” sneer Firda is upset.

“Hush! Comel. Ask please dong buy medicine.”

“Okey. Just take a shower and keep resting,” message similar to my mother.

“Iya mother,” I replied silly.

“Badles kids. It's been a shower. I'm OTW to your house.”

“Don't forget to bring food. Hungry.”

“Iya.”

After hanging up the phone I ran to the bathroom, unable to resist nausea (wanted to vomit).

I looked at myself in front of the mirror, looking pale and exhausted. I why yeah? My mind guesses trying to remember something.

O, yeah! I haven't .. I guess. Don't-don't. No, not possible. Without thinking any longer, I ran rush—finding wardrobes and drawers where accessories. Here goes!

Good thing I didn't throw it away because I didn't think I needed it too much with this thing, just in case.

I went back to the bathroom and tested it. It took 5-10 seconds to confirm the result and.

*S*trip red 2 clearly visible in front of the eyes. No way, no way, this must be a dream. I pat the two cheeks alternately and pinch the arm furiously. It hurts!

Stare at yourself in the mirror in disbelief while holding your stomach slightly squeezed. There is no way I ….

Ting .. tong .. ting ... tong …. The sound of the house bell ringing surprised me, but not immediately moved even stunned staring at the test pack confused. What am I supposed to do now?

The doorbell rang a second time. This time I moved slowly towards the door. Firda is standing in front of me now.

“Firda ..” I whined his name while hugging him tightly.

Firda patted my shoulder wanting to be removed.

“Nes, Nes, tightness.”

I took off hugs— stared at him with sad eyes. Confused what to say until Firda throws a question, “Why Nes?” curious looks.

“E-not. Not what.” Screeching covers the truth so confused, confused between saying or not saying.

“Terus .. why hug. Tumben, just be surprised. How, still sick?” his hands touched my forehead and nape. “Hot, to the doctor yes,” advice Firda invites me.

Suddenly he heard Firda's words. No, I don't want him to know that …. Maybe the results are wrong or the test pack expires, my mind assumes itself.

“Necessary. I'm fine,” I replied in a panic, tucking the thing in my pajama bag.

“Ya. Eat first!” his orders thrust a packet of chicken porridge at me.