Belongs to Other Women

The Part 53

Jefri POV's.

Three days passed. I no longer send Tika branded goods. I was really frustrated, I was running out of ways to make him forgive me. But I still send him food every afternoon to his office. Even now, I delivered it myself. But only until the receptionist table can not be more.

Like this afternoon I bought him a chicken katsu salad with a glass of black coffee manggo. I drove my car to his office. Not until I parked my car had I been treated to the incredible heat. It completely burned my entire body.

Casually, Tika let a man hold both hands. Talk to each other in public spaces. Yes the man was the man who had delivered Tika to his front, who had kissed Tika's sweet lips!

I hit the steering wheel of my car many times. I was emotional seeing that. I parked my car. I waited until the man walked away from Tika, got into his car and left. I chased after Tika who entered her office.

Missing.

As soon as I got to the office, Tika was gone. Nothing on the stairs, nothing in the lobby. I'm heading for the receptionist table.

"Siang Mas, leave Mba Tika again?" ladies' gracious greeting behind the receptionist's desk.

"Jay. Can I have a little paper?"

"Boleeeh, this."

I wrote some poetic words that I've seen on Twitter. Then I tuck the paper in the packet of his lunch box.

"Here, thank you."

"Sama-sama Mas." said the woman smiling.

I left Tika's office with a slight annoyance and a slight feeling of pleasure.

I drove my car back to the office. I just finished parking the car, my phone rang.

🎶

Can't we just talk?

Can't we just talk?

Talk about where we're goin'

Before we get lost

Let me out first

Can't get what we want without knowin'

I've never felt like this before

I apologize if I'm movin' too far

🎶

Paula calling's.

I was forced to pick up the phone.

"Hallo?"

"Jeff, Paul's in the hospital."

"Yes trus?" i'm speechless.

"What are you worried about?" Paula raised her voice.

"It's a doctor's appointment, right?"

"It was Paul, but it was.........."

"Enough! He's not my flesh and blood, so I'm not entitled to the same responsibility as him."

"But aren't you kasian with him Jeff?" paula's voice was rising.

I'm getting more emotional, "You're not kasian with him! You made him a tool to get my attention. What kind of mother are you? You should have told Pablo that he was sick, not me!!" I hung up the phone unilaterally.

I'm wrathful.

Why is Paula always that!

Can't if he takes care of his own son. In the past it was also so, his son was scuffed a little, I was told to ngobatin.

Not that I don't want to, but I feel more and more about the burden of my life. I've decided to contact Pablo at this time. I'm looking for Pablo's number in my phone contact. I never seem to keep it. Maybe later in the afternoon after work I'll go to his house, I thought.

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Tika POVs.

I just came out of the toilet in my office lobby. Not to mention that I set foot on the ladder, Rossi the receptionist centil in my office had already half-cried calling out to me.

"Mba Tikaaa, ma'am!"

I turned my head and turned my feet towards him. I approached him, "In the office can't you scream? I've worked almost a year still don't memorize the rules." I said firmly.

"Sorry mba, so this spirit." he said grin.

"What the hell is it?"

"Well, how do you have a sweet boyfriend? Mau dong one that is so mba.." whine Rossi nyeleneh.

I'm surprised, "Boyfriend? Meanin?"

"This is mba, this mba nitipin girlfriend again." while giving me the paperbag package.

I open, my response is as usual, because every day he always sends various types of food. From junk food to healthy food. It looks like a catering lunch.

"Thank you Ross." I said and left.

"Mba if there's still a stock guy who loves me so much mba yaa.."

"What hell! Work there!" I said while glaring.

I went back to my desk. I saw the paperbag lunch from Jefri. Still he sent it this way, persistent too, my mind.

"I thought about lunch again?" sambar Metta while launching his chair approached me.

"But ga bosen dong, the contents are different. What's the menu today?"

"Ga tau, have not seen the cave." while removing the contents of the paperbag, "Salad nih samaaaa what the hell?" I cried when I got a piece of paper.

It is :

Love is like the wind.

U can't see it but u can feel it.

I Love U's.

J.

Both corners of my lips were tautly drawn. My heart feels broken. Since when is Jefri like this? Learn where he came from as a romantic man full of words like this.

"Cieeeeee, you can feel it baby!" methoda who turned out to also read the contents of the paper.

I laugh while taking out a cup of drink from inside the paperbag. Complete my lunch menu today.

🎶

You so fuckin' precious when you smile

Hit it from the back and drive you wild

Girl, I lose myself up in those eyes

I just had to let you know you're mine....

🎶

My phone's beeping.

I immediately took it from my bag.

Mamah.

"Yes hello Mah, why?"

"Have you bought a gift for your sister?"

Holy hooch!

I forgot it was his birthday.

Gawaat!!!

"Not yet Ma, I haven't had time to walk."

"Had you this, this is Mama going to Grade Indonesia, you want to come along?"

"Emang Mamah is going?"

"Yes, if you come, let Mamah pick you up at the office. How's it?"

"Yes, Ma, I'm coming."

"Yes, it's 10 minutes until Mom arrives. Mom will call again if it is in the parking lot. Uhh."

Mom turned off the phone. I took a long breath.

I opened the lid of the salad Jefri had sent me, slowly eating while working on my report. Every now and then I suck his blackcoffee cup, "Hm, good, immediately there's a taste of the mangosteen." My inner.

Report's done. My salad is no longer left.

Well this is how it has been since Jefri's catering I received every day. Sometimes I spend the food while working at the office desk or if I get bored I go to the cafeteria but still eat the delivery. Just a different place. To the extent that I memorized the names of my other coworkers. Because of the frequent meeting and greeting each other in the canteen.

Metta is used to being my victim. Yes he is now so rarely eat lunch back home, because I always ask to accompany me to eat in the cafeteria. I'm the lyrics to Metta who's been back on her desk since.

"Mett, not busy?" ask me with the tone of the voice to pray.

"What? Usually if his voice has been sayup-sayup gini, there must be a want!" damprat Metta with eyes focused on her computer screen.

"Huh, you know! Ntar if Bos nyariin sayin the cave again meeting out yaa.."

He looked over, "What do you want to get out?"

"Yes, the cave forgot to buy Max a gift, he's celebrating today."

"Hm. Go sono! Shucks!" throw away what I responded with a laugh.

"Back the cave buyin souvenirs! Dawhh.." I immediately pulled my bag and cell phone, ran away and left it.

"Lu said get out of town using souvenirs." muttered Metta while shaking his head.

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Hi readers allaaa ⁇ ️

Makasi yes until this part you are still faithful to read and have made this your favorite 😘😘😘

Later for Part Paula's story may be updated at the end of this novel, or in making his own novel. Author still confused 😜

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