Beautiful Mafia Trapped in Classic Love

025. Staking = Forgotten

“There is no suitable man for me except the angel. Dendi, might be the man that suits me! Right 'can! Dad?” sima said back in flowers.

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Sima looked even more presentable today. With regular clothes but still polite, long sleeved and skirt below the knee. Not to forget he tied his hair and wore ordinary sunglasses framed in black.

Then, a small bag containing only a pack of cigarettes and money.

“Nona Sima want to go where?” asked Gura who blocked the way of the woman to leave.

“I want to go to college,” Sima replied with a smile sumringah.

This morning Sima looks flowery, her mood is difficult to guess but if you are happy like this, Gura will guess it easily.

“Master Dendi again?”

“Ya!” answer with spirit.

“You must make sure, do not forget to take care of the pastry shop then your Father's business and also—”

“Ah, that's later! I'm in a hurry. After all, Dad's business is Dad's business, too. Why should I take care of it?” the chatter makes a little sense.

“But, Your father asked to take care of it for a while. This is not long, just a reciprocal relationship between you whether or not there is and approval,” said Gura.

“Ck! I don't want to deal with a striped-nose guy. It must be Dad's coworker in that darkly merciful business who wants his son to marry me, right!” sima is right. And Gura's been hard to wiggle.

“Yah, about it.”

“Yes already. Just tell them that the business will be destroyed. After all the bad-bad so definitely won't last long, I'm sick of hearing the word "business", know!”

Sima passed away, as soon as he went to the university, where Dendi studied. Once there, there was already a crowd of students.

The university is quite respected but not too famous, and Dendi funded his own lectures with the work of a cake shop as a chef there.

Given Dendi's independence, it really makes Sima more fascinated. He was even more impatient to meet her even though secretly. That was why Sima today dressed modestly aka disguised as a student.

“Easy once sneak. Yeah, but it doesn't matter. As long as I can meet Dendi!” he said so excited.

The morning hours were about to start, before some students gathered in class, Sima quickly took the back seat without being caught by anyone. From behind, he would know where Dendi was sitting and would always watch her closely.

“Wah, I'm lucky to have my best friend,” someone said.

'Eh? Is anybody?' sima thought inwardly.

Since then he sat down by immersing half his face into the folds of both arms, but once he heard a voice that seemed familiar enough just turn Sima to the source of the voice that was not far from him.

Not far away, even right next to him.

“EH!” Sima screamed unintentionally, then he was surprised not dumbstruck. How not to be surprised, if someone who was beside him turned out to be Dendi himself.

Sima's reflexes smothered his own mouth while turning away the face that was blushing in shame at that moment. His heart beat violently, and he almost fainted from getting too close to Dendi.

'I thought he was in the front row, I didn't think. Ah, how is this?' inner Sima.

“What's up? What does Mbak hurt?” asked Dendi innocently.

At this matkul hour approximately two hours passed by Sima with a very tight feeling, he almost lacked oxygen because he was no longer strong to be next to Dendi. Sometimes Dendi asks about the book that Sima never issued, but Sima never answers so he is too nervous to respond.

As a result, his efforts were in vain.

When the clock was over, Dendi finally said goodbye to Sima in this geeky appearance. Sima became even sullen.

“Ah, jeez. But it's a rare opportunity. But I wasted it instead.”

He was filled with a negative, moody aura and was always agitated at all times. He eventually decides to go home alone due to his failure in the mission to stalk Dendi, but he also wonders where the boy is going.

“Will he go home?” think Sima.

Seeing Dendi's back that was about to disappear in his sight, Sima rushed to follow. He just wanted to know where Dendi would go because the direction went opposite the gate out of the university building.

But who would have thought, that it turns out Dendi met a beautiful girl. He had a beautiful figure like a painting, and his face looked pure and innocent.

“Vintage. Who is he?”

Initially Sima did not think anything, Dendi himself had told Sima that Dendi did not have a lover. However, the beautiful girl actually made Sima upset.

The girl held Dendi's arm and took her away while talking about something that seemed very fun. Both of them looked happy as if they were real lovers.

“Any. Why is the girl so close to him? Her sister? No, he's an only child. Then who? Neighbor's son?” he thought it was starting to get mixed up.

Sima's jealousy was increasingly apparent, the look on his gloomy face instantly changed with full of wrinkles especially on his forehead. Signs he is very angry about Dendi's closeness with the girl Sima never knew before.

However,

“Do I have any right to be jealous?” This is one question, impossible to answer until now.

Sima admits that his feelings are pure. Falling in love with a man for the second time. But the relationship between them is nothing more than mere acquaintances.

“S*al! Really annoying!” Sima curses by clenching both of his hands tightly.

As he was about to lose control, Sima rushed to the backyard by circling the road. Lucky in the backyard was very quiet even no one passed by, he used the time as well as dampen his anger by smoking a cigarette.

While saying, “Today, the weather is so beautiful ya!” The real thing is to vent emotions.

“Yes, Sister Sima.”

Sima's eyes widened instantly, upon hearing the same voice for the second time in a day. Of course it's the same guy, Dendi.

'Since when did he come here?' inner Sima wondered.

Dendi reviewed the smile in front of Sima, not only answering what Sima said, he also called her name. Sima was in disguise at the time.

“Mbak Sima, in this place, we are not allowed to smoke,” Dendi said while seizing Sima's happiness object.

So surprised by the existence of Dendi and the call commonly spoken by Dendi to him, Sima could not say anything at all. Answering a word was the hardest thing for him.

“Den—”

In addition to forcibly taking Sima's favorite, Dendi even took the opportunity to steal more attention by peeping ranum lips that are not polished by the slightest makeup.