ABHIMANYU WORLD

Chapter XXXI: A Month Without Love

The romantic February euphoria is over, leaving behind stories worth retelling. Everyone has their own romance. At least for my close friends. Not as tragic as Sampek-Eng Tay or Samson-Delilah, but at least their romance is interesting to look at.

First, I had to lift my hat with Doni's struggle in his quest to get Monika aka Monik's attention. When performed in an opera, the audience will stand to give a standing ovation. How not? With reckless capital, finally Monik fell in the hands of Doni. This story is a little inspiring for me. To deal with women, sometimes we have to lower the level of shame. Actually, I did it in front of Dahlia too. Especially when financial conditions are in crisis.

On the other hand, apparently the romance story does not always end sweetly. At least that's what Andre is. His face looked riled up, painting a deep disappointment. His presence made me surprised. Andre sat on the edge of my bed grimly.

“I'm tired ...” says Andre.

Something's not right. Must be a woman's problem ....

“Tired? Want kupijit? Here!” candaku.

He doesn't usually behave like this. His face is getting more and more tangled. It takes time to re-open it. The joy that usually adorned his face, as if dimming.

“Reacted all the same!” his weakness.

“How long?”

“They all use me!” grouse Andre. Anxiously he squeezes his fingers.

“They? They who? Vita, Amel, or who?” my question is full of search.

“Those cheap girls!”

Astarghfirullah's.

“Hmm. Patience .. patience! Tell me from the beginning. I don't know what you're talking about. Need to drink?” bargained.

“Vita ...”.

“What's with that Indian artist?” my many.

I've seen that girl named Vita once. Andre once took her to a contract. Undeniably, she is beautiful. The high posture, with wide eyes, reminds me of Kareena Kapoor whose picture is clearly displayed as a calendar model in my home. I love Kareena Kapoor because she loves watching Indian movies.

“He betrayed me, Bi. Last night, he refused when I watched Tunjungan. He never got out with the others. Then I called Sari. Uh, it turns out the same. Sari also had an appointment with the others. Wendy's last hope. It turns out they're all the same. Just want to equal me because mode ..” lamented with a sad tone.

Bussyet! There are many names of girls that he calls. Vita, Sari, Wendy, then who else?

May Dahlia be worshipped too!

“And you yourself said, love happens because of a mode. You said there is no true love,” I reminded about his opinion about the definition of love some time ago.

“Iya. But not gini either. Three of them Bi, all left me. Like it has fallen, hit by Dahlia too I am!”

Damnit damnit! Why does he carry the name Dahlia? Dahlia's not that bad. Huh!

“Ya is patient. We often remind too. Don't throw charm too often. This is the result, right? Find one for sure ...”

So, how did I suddenly become wise? What am I eating? My story is also more chaotic than Andre.

“You mean, like you and Lusi, do you?” guess it.

“Lusion?”

I laugh.

Why is Andre scraping that old story again?

“I'm traumatized ..” Andre said later.

“Yakin? At most meet other girls you change your mind again,” my lips.

Really, what Andre said was rather dubious. The name of the character, it is not as easy as it is eliminated.

“No! I'll vacuum first. At least a month!”

“A month without love? Sure?” my sangs.

“Yakin!”

“OK. I support! A month without love. There must be punishment if breaking!”

“We’ll see, Bi. Ntar if breaking, then I will love my HP to you!”

“Serious you?”

“Iya I'm serious!”

“OK. Deal!”

That's delicious! My hapeku just so happens to be a buluk. After all Andre has a fairly large collection of phones, and the average expensive phone. So he didn't lose if he gave me one of his phones.

Actually, I'm not sure Andre will be strong in the face of this immeasurable scourge of trials. Imagine that! Thirty days without love. It is like a vegetable without salt. Tasteless! His life was surrounded by beautiful women, it seemed like the statement he made was just a figment.

Welcome to the new phone!

Before coming out, Andre threw something at me.

" What is this? "

"Just make you! "

Oohs. Brown pink ribbon....

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I wait for today. Eat love meatballs in the central canteen at 12:30 tet! Not late. Late, end!

I hummed a smile getting a short message from Dahlia. The female lion character still clings strongly to her. Yeah, Dahlia hasn't changed at all, exactly the same as the one I first met at the Language Center. Firm, disciplined, and fierce. That was the first impression I caught.

Unfortunately, all of these are masks. Behind the pomp, stored the feeling of the rose petals. Almost similar to an onde-onde cake, crisp and crunchy on the outside, yet soft on the inside.

There was no other reason not to fulfill Dahlia's invitation. Even five minutes before, I had already sat sweetly watching some other students who were immersed in their respective activities.

Dahlia is never late for a second. He was always consistent with his promises. At exactly 12:30, she came to me with a tray of two bowls of love meatballs.

Why love meatballs?

I suspect because of the shape of the meat meat is heart-shaped. Incredibly creative traders of today. They modify food to be interesting to hook consumers. Perhaps naming this love meatball makes more sense than grenade meatballs! Because I don't see any grenade elements in the meatball.

“Tumben on-time?” Dahlia.

“Actually that's my real character. It's just that you don't know,” I replied.

Dahlia sneers.

“Nih, yours without sausage and soy sauce. You would love to eat meatballs like that ..” Dahlia pushed a bowl of meatballs at me.

Strange magical bin!

How does he know I like eating meatballs without sausages and soy sauce? Don't-don't anything cling to me he knows? Don't she know the size of my panties?

I started to suspect.

“I want to talk about our English club activity plan. Want right?” said Dahlia while chewing meat meat meat meat is still hot.

“Kok me? You have a representative,” I replied.

As far as I know, in Victory English Club there is a complete management arrangement. Not even my name is there. How could Dahlia discuss this with me? Yes, he is the chairman, but it is more important to discuss this with other managers.

I mah what?

“Ah, lazy! They're all it on a buffalo kayak all. Just wanted to work if whipped first. Less creative and aggressive. Mending you alone,” bright Dahlia.

Hello, Dahlia! I am also not creative and aggressive kaliiiii ....

“What do you have plans for?” my search.

“ English Camps. How do you think?”

“Keren the idea. Where are you planning?”

“I want it out of town. In Surabaya there is no cool place to camp. How in Malang?” bargained for.

A lame?

I was immediately sensitive to hear the name of this city called. Yes, Malang is the city where Lusi lives, although he has a family in the area of Gubeng Kertajaya. My creative brain started to make plans. If the camp will be held in Malang, it means it will save the cost of going there.

I'm going to find Lusi!

“Agree!” reply spontaneous.

“Reason?”

“In Malang many interesting places for campers. Wanna where? Songgoriti's? Or to the Rock? Or Coban Rondo area,”.

“Hmm. You're correct. Looks like we should have a meeting with another club manager.”

“It. It is not ethical that we break up ourselves. Does the club belong to your ancestors?”

“OK.

I can't wait for that day.

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