Alena [My girlfriend was taken by my mother]

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Counting down my wedding time is 10 days away. Instead of being calm, my nervousness was getting more and more wandering. All sorts of bad thoughts kept spinning in my brain. Do other brides-to-be feel the same way? If I used to just imagine the beautiful things related to marriage, now the beautiful thing was immediately replaced with fears that were not necessarily happening.

I haven't taken time off, maybe one more week or less. Fortunately, all my wedding preparations were in order. The ring we ordered was yesterday afternoon, so beautiful. I can't wait to use that couple ring with Mas Dwi.

"Lena, are you busy?" tasya asked from his desk, he surprised me a little. Reverie caved.

"I-I'm not busy, anyway" I replied, looking up at him.

He pressed the mouse button a few times and then moved. Pull one of the chairs and sit next to me. Our room was quite quiet, just the two of us and a few other employees who were located a little away from us.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" tanyanya asked for permission.

"Please."

"I wanted to make my point a few days ago. I don't want to have a problem with my coworkers, let alone one room" he said slowly, but he was a little braver than at the time. He wanted to see my eyes, even though he looked the other way.

"Ah yes, I agree."

"You must be curious about Robi's problem, right?"

"Hmm .. yes," I answered honestly.

"Maybe you've guessed, Robi is my ex-boyfriend. He promised to marry me, even though he left because he'd been betrothed."

Even though my guess didn't miss, I was still surprised. How many women have been victims? Truly male kur*ng aj*r!

"Can I confide in a little? I want to blow it all away so there's nothing more I'm hiding from you."

"Tell me! I don't mind listening to your curses," I said. Honestly not hate, now I feel sorry for him.

"The more we love someone, the deeper the pain we may receive. Well, that's how I feel. When I got out of it, I felt like I was crazy. She was my first love. Even though we were quite distant, it was not a barrier for both of us at that time."

His voice sounded a little shaky. I feel the same way. Even though I feel so loose that I even hate her, but I can't deny that I loved her and felt the same way that Tasya felt. My chest is a little tight.

"Hey, are you crying?" I was surprised when he fell down and rubbed his cheek.

"Hehe, not really." He looked back up his face and smiled. I can still see his eyes glazed over.

"Don't pretend to be happy! We've felt the same way, "I try to calm down.

She hugged me without asking for approval, and I was shocked. He loves Robi very much. A moment of silence enveloped both of us. Then I heard so slow crying. My chest is so painful to hear it.

I wonder what Robi did to this woman. When viewed from his attitude this time and also the story of Mas Dwi at that time, it seems that the pain is deeper than me. If I count, maybe three more years have passed, but Tasya still keeps the pain. Absolutely outrageous.

"Ah, sorry," she then let go of her embrace and wiped the rest of her tears.

"It's ok. Don't be shy! If you need it, come again! I won't taunt you" I said with a smile.

"You are a good man. I'm sorry I was mean to you. I'm really sorry."

"Sure, man must have been a khilaf."

"Ahh .. haha yes. I'm really embarrassed. The person I once said can still be kind to me." He smiled in shame.

"Oh yeah, don't forget to come to my recipe!" I said divert the conversation.

"Sure, I'll definitely come. I'll let everything go smoothly." His voice had now improved, like a burden had been released.

"Amen. Thank you very much, yes."

..

After work, I'd love to have ice cream. I forgot the last time I ate it. Fortunately, Mas Dwi did not reject my invitation. He took me to his favorite ice cream shop.

"Do you like it?" ask Mas Dwi when I just enjoyed the first feed.

"Hmm .. Yes I like it. It's sweet," I replied.

"Yes the name ice cream must be sweet, Lena. Didn't you find anything different from other ice cream flavors?"

"Mr ...." I spooned one more time, "Yes, it's better. Softer maybe?" my word. I'm a little confused. Honestly I'm not a sweet watcher, so all I know is that it tastes good and doesn't taste good.

"This place is one of my favorite ice cream shops since Junior High. I'm not a person who likes sweet taste. True you said, the ice cream here is softer than the usual ice cream," he said again then bribed the ice cream.

"Hmm yes-yes," I said as necessary. I really enjoyed this ice cream. It's like someone who's never had ice cream.

"Is there a favorite ice cream shop? We go there sometime."

I'm shaking. "I usually only eat ice cream in the minimarket or fast food restaurant. Never been to an ice cream shop."

"really? So this is the first time?" tanya Mas Dwi was surprised.

"Heem. Is there anything strange?" many wonder.

"Little bit. Rarely do I meet a woman who doesn't like snacks like you."

"It's not really like snacks, anyway. I like but only minimarket snacks. Not a snack like this," I replied. "Oh yes, Mas. Tasya told me yesterday."

"What story?"

Then I told him everything. When mentioning Robi's name, Mas Dwi looked a little furious. He stopped eating his ice cream.

"Hah .. the man was really g*la as it turned out. I won't let her get married to Puspa" said Mas Dwi.

"Yes, it feels like I want to kill him too" said I, who was also emotional.

"Sir Dwi, right?" Suddenly someone was bothering us both. A slim, beautiful woman with long hair. We both looked at him.

"Lyla?" tanya Mas Dwi while getting out of her chair. I was too stupefied. Who is this woman?

"Yes, Brother. I'm Lyla. Well, I really did not expect to see you again and Brother still remembers me," he said in a coquettish voice. Argha! I'm jealous.

"Ah yes, introduce this Lena, my future wife," said Mas Dwi. That doesn't make my mood good. I still stared at the woman. "Darling, this is Lyla. My sister's on campus first." I just gave a smile that I forced so much.

"Hi, Sister Lena. It's nice to know Big Brother" he looks happy, somehow the original. I don't think she's a good woman.

'But I'm not happy to know you, ' my mind.

"Oh yes, can I ask for contact? Maybe next time we'll see you again."

What the fuck is this woman? Kok very brave to talk like that even in front of the future wife Mas Dwi. Very self-knowing.

"Sorry, my number just got blocked. You just keep Lena's number, you can contact me through her," declined Mas Dwi smooth. This woman should have realized that she was rejected.

"Well, what if you keep my number? So, later if you already have a new number, Brother can directly chat me," he said while sharing a spoiled smile. I also got out of the chair.

"I'm sorry Ms. Lyla, we're on some important business. Can I go now?" expirku.

Suddenly he looked at me, implied annoyance from the look in his eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry that I interrupted your time. I hope we can meet again, brother. Excuse me," he said, saying farewell with a very annoying smile.

We both sat back. It may seem obvious that this time I was upset, more precisely jealous.

"Are you jealous?" ask Mas Dwi.

"Do I look happy?" askaku.

"Have you forgotten the story from Irvan? His ex suddenly appeared and made Dinda angry," said Mas Dwi reminded.

"But I don't like his behavior, Mom." I argue.

"Yes, I understand. Yes already! I won't give him my contact. I won't communicate with him" said Mas Dwi softly.

"Did you know him very well?"

"No. Only a few times he I made the speaker because it happened that my job was related to the course he was taking."

"Hhhhh ...." I grunt softly. "Hopefully he's not the seedlings of the actor."

"Amen. No, don't think weird! Remember, our marriage is no more than a week away. Don't get messed up over trivial matters!"

I nodded slowly. May all this be just temptation before marriage, not any sign.