Bima's Second Wife

chapter 84

Rian closed his eyes, remembering his first meeting with Dena. The girl who made him come to his senses and returned to a better life. The girl who had given him the attention and affection he had longed for.

The Flashback of Rian.

"Mas rian, huh?" a girl asked me, as I sat alone in the garden with an artificial lake in front of me. His smile was very sweet with a row of very neat white teeth. His hair was short as a shoulder with bangs covering both eyebrows. His eyes were round with dark brown beads, similar to mine. Thick lips dazzled with her face reddish from the hot air.

Without excuse he sat right next to me. Does he not know manners! I just kept quiet, not responding, but in silence I watched him who had dared to sit next to me with a smile that bristled from his lips.

"It's Rian's mas, right?" he asked again. I wonder these few days this girl always follows me. I'm here he's there. I was there, not too long ago he was there, just saying hello or just waving my hand. Aishh, is he a stalker?

He pulled something out of his school bag. A packet of chocolate with bean stuffing in it.

"It! I like it, right?" he said while giving the chocolate, he smiled again. So sweet. Is he one of my fans?

Her smile subsided as I did not also take the chocolate out of her hands. He looks disappointed. I don't know why I feel sorry for him.

"No, yeah?" his tone changed softly. His hand he lowered on his lap, his shoulder slumped down, as did his face which he bowed.

Geez why it feels unbearable, even though I'm an expert at breaking women's hearts.

"Thank's" I said as I stood up and left. I smiled when I heard he would see me again tomorrow. Strange feeling.

It's been almost a week that we've been seeing each other, and every time he's given me chocolate. I don't know if it's in the park when I want to calm down. Waiting for me outside the club, or at my usual place to race with my friends. I don't know if he was following me? I have to ask him this!

Another week had passed, he never came again. I started asking myself. Where's she? Is he sick? How's things going? Or is he mad because I'm too indifferent to him?

Ahhh...why did I start to be disturbed by her presence? Who is he? It's not that she's the same as everyone else, just a woman who admires me maybe. Otherwise why would he keep following me and give me chocolate every time I meet?!

I drive my car at a moderate speed. The streets are a little crowded. Maybe it's lunch time and school time.

At one stop, I looked at a girl sitting alone. Playing his phone, occasionally he turned his head like looking for something or someone. I stopped my vehicle not far from there, and continued to watch him return.

An hour passed, he was still sitting there, his face looking very upset. A few times stick the phone in the ear, then keep it away again. He sat with a curved position supporting both elbows with his knees, then stood on the side of the road while holding both straps of his backpack, turning his head and disappointed because the ones he was waiting for did not come.

I still noticed there was no intention to approach and offer him a ride.