Apparently, Young Wife
Chapter 45
...***Meet again***...
Zahra's dead fleas. He couldn't go any further, just imagining it wasn't brave. Their conversation stopped there. Zahra was silent, as if she didn't care. Choosing a hunchback may feel more comfortable, rather than arguing with Dean and their relationship becomes strained.
Dean seemed to be resigned to the situation. He knows, loving someone's wife is definitely wrong. However, love and liking are not easy feelings to control. He had only two options, forward or backward.
After purchasing the charger, they decided to return. Dean tries to offer him food, but Zahra refuses. There were many reasons he gave, but none of them made Dean believe it.
“You are angry with me, just angry. Don't gedein gangs that!”
Zahra took a long breath. Dean's words have a point. However, Zahra's head was still as hard as a rock. I don't know what made him disinclined to that point.
Dean returned immediately after dropping off Zahra. He didn't even get out of the car. Just take him to the lobby. Let Zahra ride on her own. Even so, Dean's eyes were still focused on looking at Zahra's back until she got into the elevator.
...Zahra Pov's...
Like a fool. Obviously I know he saw me get in the elevator again. He clearly knows he's still in care, just like he used to be. Wh why? Why am I so dazed?
The elevator just stopped on the twentyth floor. The most special floor of the other. Just walking a few steps towards the room, my stomach rang. Well, guess what, me, hungry.
Instead of sitting sweet and order food through online ojek. I'm more interested in getting down. Given, there is a mini market in the corner of the apartment that looks complete. Finally, turn around and come back down.
Between two lifts. One of them opened shortly after I pushed the button. From inside, I saw a man. A stranger who helped me out for a few days at the police station.
“Jor-dhan ..”
He who had been busy playing mobile phones, finally straightened his head.
“Eh, we'll see you again.”
“Iya. You stay here?” ask me who is curious. Why are there so many coincidences like this?
“Oh, my friend is on the twenty-fifth floor. Coincidentally, I have a business.” Answer's short. “You?”
“A-I rent, yes, rent. My business yesterday is not finished yet, so .. well that's it.”
“Your husband, not finished?”
Degh's!
I, I forgot something important. I really don't think, he remembers that. Now, you can only grin the horse. Instead of answering, I prefer the second option. Shut up, be very bodo!
The elevator door is open. I went first, and said goodbye to him. But suddenly ....
“I first yes, want to buy something.”
“You ate no?”
Question or call? I immediately looked back, staring at the knot of the engraved smile. Apparently, he's not a bad guy. But, that invitation to eat ....
“I heard your stomach sound earlier. I happen to be eating ketoprak in front. Have you ever eaten?”
My lips want to curl violently, my hands want to hit my head hard. Pole where pole! I want to banging myself. My pride .. ah.
“Ke-ketoprak?”
Want, suck, want, suck. How's dong?
Actually laper, want to cook also takes time.
Come along, besides, the front road is quite crowded. Just yell if he's messing around.
In the end, I chose to follow him. With a distance of one meter of course.
“Pedas or engak?” Ask me when I order food.
“Sedang aja.”
“One regular cake, the other one is yes Mang.”
From his accent, I can guess that he has lived here for a long time. Overlooking, it's possible. Of the many articles I read, almost half of Jakarta people are overseas. Perhaps, he was also included.
“You, original person Jakarta?” I was curious.
“Mama original Betawi, if papa from Surabaya. I'm wanderin' here.”
“Merantau?”
“Iya, original wong Suroboyo.” (People of Surabaya)
As I had in my guess.
Long enough we chatted, until it did not feel, the day was getting late. From the beginning I intended to treat it, but when we were in front of the seller, we argued. He refused in a landslide, moreover, the salesman's brother also defended him.
“This time I paid, ice cream is there.” He pointed towards the mini market. “You paid, how?”
A change like that, I could refuse. We finally went to the mini market. As I walked, I felt a little strange. Many eyes were glistening, not even hesitating to point at us.
Do I look weird?
I thought so, but as I walked into the mini market, I accidentally heard a rude remark from a woman.
“Even if it's legitimate, still she snatches people's husbands. It's just status.”
My hands were shaking, my mood was instantly gone. I really want to, really want to. Pulling the woman's hand, told her to sit down, then told her of an endless long journey.
Who is the real victim?
Who's really wrong?
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