Aerospace

Chapter 23 - The Dilemma

Camila Pov's

My hometown is a beach paradise. There are many beautiful beaches in this city. One of the beaches I was visiting was located on the southern causeway. The beach is still relatively new and still natural not much polluted.

I enjoy the beauty of nature so much, it's been a long time since I've never been to a beautiful place like this. Since living in Surabaya, Mommy and I only return once a year to my hometown.

Om Dirga shortly after arriving at this place has been amazed by the natural charm presented. And the man was still so busy with the camera in his hand. I don't know how many moments he managed to capture.

" Miles....!!!!" I turned my head, and one shot was taken.

" Ommmm......!!!!!!" I shouted annoyed.

But the man didn't expect me to be busy watching his shots just now. For a moment I was fascinated by his serious face .

I can't deny that the man actually has a handsome and handsome face. Coupled with a whisker and a thin sideburn around his cheeks and jaw further add to the sensual impression. Although the age that if I guess has three heads but does not reduce the level of good looks possessed. If I had met her when she was young, I might not have refused if asked to be her lover. But now we meet at a time when the age difference is so obvious. It's not that I don't know if it's Dirga

I like him and try to get close to him. It's just that I feel that Dirga is more worthy of being my uncle than my lover.

" beautiful." om Dirga said with still staring at his camera.

" what's" I asked and stood next to him.

" you." om Dirga turned towards me.

My cheek blush must have blushed to get praise even though indirectly.

" go home yuk om. It's noon."

" dither. We took a boat back home." I pulled her while running small towards some boats that were on the beach.

Dirga helped me get on the boat. For a moment I forgot who Dirga really was. And I try to enjoy the moment of togetherness of both of us.

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In the evening we arrived in Surabaya. Although all day we have spent a lot of time on the beach plus the trip we went through to arrive in Surabaya, but did not point to the tired look on the face of om Dirga.

It was different when we left. Seen once if om Dirga so looks exhausted. This time Dirga still looks fresh even though I just feel very sleepy.

" Dirga boy won't come by first." bargain with him.

" thank you. It's aunt's night. Next time Dirga will stop by."

" Yes, play here often if you are not busy. Aunt thank you for taking the time to help auntie. "

" same aunt. Then I say yes, aunt. Good evening. "

Om Dirga looked at me and rolled one eye before passing away from the courtyard of the Mother's house.

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Two weeks passed and during that time I have not met again with Dirga. Where is the man why there is no more news from him. He said he had saved my phone number. Why even if he never calls me.

I sit on the bed. Kuraih Mobile on the nightstand next to the bed. I opened the WhatsApp application. Started looking for his phone contact and it turns out that his phone number has been stored there. My eyes widened to see the name listed there. "prospective husband" gosh I think I can hardly believe if it was Dirga who wrote like that.

I saw Dirga was online. Wondering if I should ask her how.

I started typing a word. But iurungkan. Wanted to remove it and unfortunately I even got the wrong squeeze. Not the delete button but the send button.

Just one word "om "actually but somehow I became deg deg an. Sure enough the two blue ticks appear on my phone screen. A second later my phone vibrated.

" what the hell is this. Dirga ngajakin video call." I talked to myself while scratching my hair.

" pick up ya.... Well.." I'm still confused between raising his call or not.

Okay, I finally decided to pick up the phone.  Dirga's face was clearly on my phone screen, she smiled.

" Hey Mila darling.... Wh why? Kangen yes. "

I glared at her words. He really did think nothing.

" Uh.... Engg... No way. Who else misses"

Suddenly I saw a woman coming from behind him and kissing Dirga's cheek. I saw very clearly if the woman was struggling spoiled in the arms of Dirga and then sitting there.

" who else is calling" the woman asked Dirga.

I panicked, "o was it. I hung up on her. Bye."

Immediately I end the video call from Dirga.

My mind was spinning on the scene just now. Where is Dirga?

And who was the woman with him. Till kiss the cheek of all.

I shook my head to dispel all thoughts about Dirga.

My phone is back vibrating. I didn't dare see who was calling. If it's Dirga again who called how. What should I tell him.

" ishe... This is why the phone doesn't want to be dialed." I grumbled.

With annoyance I reached the phone that was still lying on the bed. I look back at who called. It was not Dirga. A smile on my lips.

" Sister Daffi...!!!!"

There was a loud noise at the end of the phone.

" Daughter come down. I'm waiting downstairs."

" Ehm mak's... You mean Daffi.?"

" Royal down. Hunting me and I'll wait for you."

" Sister Daffi is here" I asked excitedly

I heard again Daffi chuckled.

" Yes.... Da... Mila's down now. Just a minute."

Oh, my God, I just realized that I didn't wear my hijab. I had a video call with Dirga. Well how is this about Dirga must have seen me who is not hijab.

Oh, that's it, it's gone too. Immediately I grabbed the veil lying on the bed. I still use my sleeping pajamas without any intention of changing clothes, because the plan was I was to go to sleep but suddenly remembered about Dirga.

When descending from the stairs to the first floor, the house looked quiet. I'm alone because Mother hasn't come home yet. Last Mother went to teach at the mosque complex and will stop by the resto. Danisha's sister is coming home to her parents' house in Jakarta. Meanwhile, Kak Ken last night also participated in Jakarta

following his wife.

　

　

Coming out of the house towards the gate, I could see Daffi's brother leaning on his big motorbike. Every time I saw Daffi my heart felt flowery, my heart pounding. But now it feels different. I'm glad to see Daffi here. Especially with his smile that is as sweet as java sugar. But...............

Why is my heart no longer beating as fast as it used to be?

What's wrong with my heart. This is something I have always wanted and dreamed of. Even since I was in Junior High, Daffi was the first man who was able to interest me in the opposite sex.

" Hey....." Brother Daffi greeted me.

" Daffi when to return to Surabaya. Why don't you tell me." I'm standing in front of him.

" why? Kangen?"

" what the hell.." I blushed in shame. My cheeks must be blushing now.

Daffi smiled and rubbed my head.

I fell silent, thinking back to the treatment of om Dirga who had also done the same. I gently rubbed my head.

I will remember the same om again when obviously I was again with Daffi.