CHASING THE LOVE OF LYVIA

Chapters. 6. The Lost Feelings

 

"My sister's beautiful."

"Centil's morning." I pinched his chest in reply to Kania's good morning.

 

"Lyvia..where's your car, last night you got home what ?" asked the mother who saw my car was not in the garage.

"Again in the workshop Ma'am.kemaren broke down, Via returned home from the shelter." I explained.

"So this is going with Kania ?"

 

 

resumes.

 

"Ehmmm..no need, I just order ojek online, too early if with Kania."

 

comments again.

 

"Yes already.I went first, brother.emuachh." said he kissed my cheek.

 

Kania said a greeting while passing forward his motorbike. Lyvia was still sitting on the front porch of her house, waiting for the time she opened the online motorcycle taxi application.

He had not yet pressed the 'Message' button'.

*Din....

Lyvia turned to the source of the voice.

 

"You want to be with ?" the sound of someone behind the windshield.

 

"Adrian ?" mumbling wonder.

 

 

I put my foot up to him. Previously said goodbye to Mom to go to work.

 

"You... happen to pass or ?" not yet finished Lyvia tanya has been overwritten by Adrian.

"Are you deliberately picking you up ?" they laugh the same.

 

"Yes.I deliberately picked you up." she explained later.

"I know today you would want to order an online motorcycle, right ?" continued.

"Yes.my workshop promise this afternoon my car can be used, so it's better to go with brother ojol."

 

 

There was no answer, Adrian focused on the wheel. Lyvia was silent, her eyes fixed out the window.

*kring....

("Halloo..").

("Yes...when?")

("OK okay... I'll be at the office.").

("Yes.we'll talk later.")

I don't know what they're talking about, only Adrian's voice I heard.

Actually I wanted to ask him about the 'orange' he called last night. But it seems the situation is not possible.

Adrian seemed busy with the phone ringing many times from the sebrang who contacted him.

Until they arrive in front of the dealer at Lyvia's workplace.

 

"I'm going straight ahead."

"Yes, thanks for the delivery." I nodded my head while waving my hand at him.

 

"Cie-cie...who's that ?" ledek his coworkers. Because they never saw him delivered to the workplace at all.

 

 

Lyvia, who was a little covered with her personal life, felt no need to answer their questions.

Only the flickering of his hand represented his answer.

Today the office atmosphere is a little quiet. Only one or two people stopped by to ask questions about our products. Each division is busy with their own affairs. The salesmen have also come out to pick up the ball.

I don't know why Lyvia's feeling a little unsettled. He folded both hands onto his desk. Every now and then he looked at his silent HP without a sound.

In his heart he waited for someone to contact him. There is a desire to send a message first. But that intention was broken. The gang is bigger than the taste of the kangen.

'Kangen...is this really the feeling of kangen ?' Inner Lyvia. I don't know, which obviously had a different taste in his heart.

*Tuuutt.. tuuutt....

("Halloo.") The voice of the sebrang sounded loud.

("Yes, Hello...Mb Dira...sorry, my license has been approved yes?") tanyaku base - stale.

("Sorry Mb Via.in is actually finished, just no signature of Mr. Adrian. He suddenly had an event out of town today.") he replied ("then when I'm ready to call.") he added.

("Well, I'll wait, thank you in advance.").

I put my HP back on my desk.

Out of town ? sudden event ? the beach looks very busy.

His whispers in his heart.

Aaahhhh....What do you care ?

Who are you, anyway ?

Can I think of someone who doesn't think of me ?

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Lyvia came out of her room. Looking for fresh air out there. Hopefully that way he can clear his mind about the man with his 'orange' mystery.

 

"Where's Ma'am ?" ask Mira the administrative staff in her office.

"Jalan yuk. I want the seger-seger."

 

"May" he answered in response to my invitation

 

 

Not far from where we work, there is a pretty famous meatball stall. "MISSILE BAKSO" such is the nameplate listed on top of the stall.

Every lunch hour, the stall will not be empty of visitors. Even if it's a holiday, not until noon, it's been sold.

 

"Rame really Mbak.. Time people on the break." comments Mira.

"He'em." I answered briefly

 

"Yuk.in the corner there is still an empty" pulled my hand, as if scrambling fear first others.

"You want to pesen what Mbak ?" ask the waiter who has memorized it with us.

"Missile meatballs 2, lemon tea 2 yes mas."

 

 

I answered, handing over the menu list I had just held.

Not only the missile meatballs, but various variants of meatballs are there. Starting from ordinary meatballs, grenade meatballs that are filled with slices of cayenne pepper, there are also kikil meatballs and rib meatballs.

But the most favorite of all customers is the missile meatballs. In addition to the large portion, the missile meatballs are also equipped with meat crumbs inside.

While waiting for orders, we chatted about the development of sales. Mira also expressed her opinion as well as customer complaints.

 

"well Mir.you say that every time we have a morning meeting" Lyvia replied in response to Mira's proposal.

 

while chatting, I felt my phone in my pocket vibrate. I hope he calls me. But it wasn't.

("Hallo mb Via.in there is a mechanic from the workshop delivering Mb Via.") There was the sound of Santi, the sales counter at our dealer.

("Oya..How many ? do you hold onto money ? or cash bon first to the cashier, I'll change.")

He saw a piece of paper in his hand.

("Yes mb..I have it, I pay ya first.").

("Ready..thank you.")

I put down my phone, along with our order.

"Alhamdulillah.eat yuk."

Enjoying the dish in front of me, I forgot everything I shouldn't have thought of.

Although it's hard to forget that.

Shortly after Lyvia turns away from the cashier to pay for her order, Santi arrives with Diana.

 

"Hi...You guys want to eat ?" ask Lyvia.

"Yes" replied Diana.

"Oya San...How should I pay my car bill ?"

 

Santi pulled out a piece of paper that was in his pocket.

"235 thousand."

Lyvia issued three pieces of money hundreds of thousands, handed over to Santi employees.

"I don't have any change mbak ? or for a minute I tuker to the cashier first huh ?"

 

"Not to."

 

take the change, make both of you eat it." replied Lyvia.

"Thank you Ma'am." they answered almost simultaneously.

Lyvia returned to her study. He tried to occupy himself with the sheets on his desk. But the shadow was always present in his mind.

 

"what's wrong with me ?" muttered.

"is this what you call falling in love ?"

 

Unable to focus and concentrate, he folded back his work.

Finally Lyvia went out to the Showroom to just talk with other staff, hoping to take off her grief.

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