Beautiful Mafia Trapped in Classic Love

005. [Open] Fighting = Approach Efforts?

Previously Dendi took Sima to take a walk to a park. A place where everyone is jogging. The atmosphere was very calm, the wind was cold.

However, there was a reason behind Dendi's invitation. He suspects that the woman who helped him last night is Sima. But then he thought they were different.

Sima was relieved for a moment.

“We often meet. Name Ma'am, if you know who?” ask Dendi.

“What is this? Want mode, huh?” ketus Sima's.

“Wah, even though the first time who came was also. I think that our meeting today was not a coincidence but at least I want to think positively,” said Dendi.

“Ah, true also.” Sima turned his eyes away, surprised that Dendi had a sharp mind.

“My name is Sima. How're you? You must have a name too, right,” said Sima then looked into his eyes directly.

Before answering, Dendi ran over a small. Sima followed him in the same way.

“My name is Dendi, Ma'am.”

“Ya, actually I already know,” Inner Sima.

The situation is back. Sima wants to leave right now but he can't. Especially now that he jogs with his clothes that do not fit it.

Seeing Dendi so excited, everyone must have thought that Dendi was not in such a difficult condition. Sufficient finances, quiet life without the slightest problem.

But Dendi is not like that, because Sima already knows what has happened to her family. Then yesterday, Dendi became the target of the thugs.

Not long after they circled the park, Dendi's phone rang. He stopped and apparently someone contacted him.

“Ya, hello?”

It looks okay at first. Sima who came to a stop was suddenly surprised because the look on Dendi's face changed drastically, anxiety and fear were clearly visible from the look of her sad eyes.

“Mbak Sima, I go first, yes!”

Then Dendi left many questions in Sima's mind. Sima, unable to remain silent, immediately contacts Gura and asks her to find out what has happened, to the only person Dendi is currently worried about.

No other than a mother.

Waiting for Gura's answer, waiting anxiously.

“What did you say?”

***

A sad news from Dendi's mother. The only Dendi family left was gone. Now it's just itself. After the body of the mother had entered the grave. Leaving a name, the sobs of a child sounded so bitter.

Many neighbors attended the funeral, as did Sima. He dared not say a word, and only looked at his trembling back while hugging his mother's headstone.

“Mbak also came?”

Dendi realizes Sima's existence. His crying had stopped, he then got up and walked home after greeting Sima.

“Dendi, do you have no other relatives?” sima asked suddenly, making Dendi's steps come to a halt.

“Ngak Mbak. I have nothing but my mother. But now that I'm alone, please let me go home. Sorry, yesterday I accused you of not-no.”

That wry smile was on a face full of sadness. What Sima was worried about had happened, Dendi was already alone at this moment. All you have to do is keep living by moving forward.

“Dendi, I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I heard you went to college too, want me to help you pay for it?”

Surprised by Sima's statement. Dendi then turned around and stared intently at him.

Saying with emotion, “Mbak does not have feelings? I'm in mourning! I don't intend to go to college anymore either! Why the pretentious meddle, even though Mbak is nobody. Or because this Ma'am is rich, huh?”

All the words that Dendi made were very spicy. Sima was silent, rounding his eyes and surprised by Dendi's rough temperament.

Sima clearly knew that Dendi was grieving today. He could not just continue his life while his heart was wounded. Sima knows, but that's why he's worried about Dendi.

There are many people out there who cannot forget the pain of loss. Sima knows very well what that feels like.

But it does not mean that Sima arbitrarily by wondering personal things even offers to finance Dendi's college.

“Sorry I don't mean it,” shouts Sima.

“Mbak is the type of person who is trying to get a man's heart with a pile of money, huh? Our second meeting ..seems like no coincidence,” chirps Dendi frowned.

“What? Nah! What do you mean say that?! I'm not a woman who likes to waste money, I offer help because that's my goal to come here!” sima's refute snapped at him.

Feelings of anger and anxiety instantly overwhelm them. Sima tried to suppress his emotions as well as Dendi, he let out a long sigh and then left.

“Sorry, I seem to be quite emotional, Ma'am. Today please, I don't want to meet anyone including Ma'am. I want to be alone,” said Dendi softened.

Taps! Taps!

Sima sped up a step, approaching Dendi who left him just like that. For a moment, he slipped a business card in Dendi's open hand.

“I know you're grieving. I know that it's rude to ask personal questions and even offer you this and it even gives you something when we don't know each other. My intention is not to find a boyfriend let alone tease you,” Sima said with a glare at him.

Stepping faster, made Dendi sculpt there.

Again, Sima said firmly, “But what's wrong I help someone who is in trouble.”

The business card inserted is Sima's own business card. It says that he is the owner of a cake shop at an address. Sima gave him that with the intention that Dendi get a job with a fixed salary and not spend a lot of time.

Behind the business card is a piece of paper. It says, "It takes a person who is good at making a variety of cakes."

“Mbak Sima!” call Dendi but it's too late, Sima's already away.

***

Behind Sima's harsh nature. Actually at this moment, he was holding a sense of excitement in his heart.

Brave to give her a self-made business card. That's the result, the approach effort.

With a cheerful heart, he walked while raising both hands.

“I did say to help everyone who was in trouble. But I also have other intentions towards Dendi,” muttered Sima.

Then he shook his head. “I'm not interested in him. I don't see him as a man who fits me. I don't like him. So, I just ...just offer help, right?”

Again he quibbled. It was obvious he had a taste for Dendi. Though it might not last long and just stop by for a little while?

“Yes, geez. I should have said, "According to my grief," so ..not ah, I can't really talk to someone properly.”