Deepest Wound

FEEL SICK

...Happy reading...

I never made any difference in being friends. Neither social status nor religion. But not for this one. My family or myself already have a rule that should not be violated at all, which is not to marry a person with different beliefs whatever the reason.

“Once again sorry, I'm afraid I'll offend if I say the reason.”

“Attend?” Is it because of our differences in beliefs?”

I smiled thinly while looking down. And finally he understood it too without me explaining it.

The next day we remained friends without compromising our previous familiarity. It's just that we rarely meet because lately I have been busy.

I met Arman who used to pick me up for a bike ride. Our meeting was not on purpose when he was waiting for his car that was being repaired in Om Wandy's workshop. In addition to car and motorcycle washes, Om Wandy also opened a workshop near his home.

Arman doesn't recognize me, nor do I. But he still remembered Om Wandy and finally they spoke at length that afternoon. I who happened to stop by to wash my bike, finally made me meet him too.

We asked each other the news and told each other the circumstances.

Arman invited me to try a new business in the mining world. From the beginning I was not interested, because I think the risk is too high what else I do not have any experience at all in that field.

“I want to focus on maintaining my current business only, after all this is my ambition since the past.”

“You do not have to directly accept it, you can see first. Count the holidays and get new experiences. I noticed you are still as tough as you used to be, I'm sure you must be interested.” Arman glanced at my bike.

“You remember aja,” I said. Then we laughed too.

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After dinner Arman called me to ask if I would be in for a meeting and event on a ship.

“Where, interested?

“If interested anyway not yet, see how later aja.”

“Ya already, you still come along to see directly and chances are you will be interested.”

“Udah, follow. Let me get my eyes ngawasin him in there!” Sahut Reka who joined our chat on the phone.

Reka is the wife of Arman, they have only been married for a year and currently Reka is pregnant. Arman has told us how our friendship has been established since childhood. The design was very friendly, so we could easily become friends.

“At least you came to attend the event, how?” Arman asked me again.

“Ok, I'm coming.”

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In the morning I left for the city where Arman lived. Three hours drive I got there.

I rested for a while at an inn because the event will be held at 2 pm and we will leave one hour before the event starts.

After getting a call from Arman I also went by taxi to the location that has been shared.

“Come aboard,” invite Arman who is already in a rather small ship.

I boarded a ship that would take us to a large ship in the middle of the sea. About 15 minutes we arrived.

“Can go up?” Arman asked as he looked towards the erect and towering iron stairs.

Without much bicra I went straight up the stairs and quickly got to the top. Arman was far behind and only until about 2 minutes after me.

“Everything's stomach in the campaign. Enough of your pregnant wife, Man.” Arman laughed too.

“Let's find a seat first, usually the show is always delayed. Understandably, we are only subordinates so it is a risk to wait,” kekeh Arman.

My eyes explored every person on that ship. Not one of me saw a creature like me. All men.

“Man, I'm my own girl?” I asked Arman who was sitting next to me.

“Not you a boy, huh?”

“Damn it!”

Arman's phone rang there was a video call from Reka.

“Hai...Anita, please take care! You just fuck if he dares to macem-macem!” Design message from the phone screen held by Arman.

“But in fact I'm just a girl here!” My reply slightly hardened my voice because the wind was blowing quite hard. The people laughed at my words.

After slightly interrogating Arman, Reka also turned off the connection. At that moment I saw a woman who came to the ship with very minimal clothes. She wears a dress that looks loose at the bottom so that the wind blowing fast enough to make her dress made of very light material was waving.

The dozens of pairs of male eyes that were there must have enjoyed the sight immensely. But the woman seemed to not care and not disturbed at all with the costume.

Was that woman intentionally?

Why go to a place like this with open clothes?

I looked at the men sitting not far from where I was sitting with Arman. I'm very sure behind the sunglasses they wear they must be enjoying the view in front of them. It seemed that the woman was busy chatting with some men while laughing without caring about her clothes that continued to wave. I felt anxious and wanted to give my jacket to that woman.

After noticing the several groups of men who were there, my gaze came to Arman who was sitting next to me. I could only smile wryly as it turned out that Arman was also part of that man.

So this is what men look like if they see a new view outside the house. Ck!

“You also enjoy it?” I rebuked Arman who was looking straight at the woman.

Arman smiled while occasionally drinking in a bottle.

Moments later a man also climbed through the iron steps of the ship. I took off my sunglasses for a while to clearly recognize who the man was.

Dani!?

Appearance may change, but that smile and dimples can't be wrong!

Looks like the woman was directly approached Dani and struggled spoiled. Dani also responded by embracing the woman's waist.

I put my glasses back on and picked up the leather nuts that were in front of me even though I didn't like to eat nuts.

“Anita, you are still alone, try to pay attention to the men who are there.” While Arman pointed at several groups of men who were sitting and some were standing while chatting. “You have stuck,” he continued.

I just smiled as I lowered my head and peeled back the skin nuts and put them in my mouth.

“Ada.” While chewing nuts in my mouth.

“Which one? I'll help you until pelaminan.” Arman looked up while smiling.

“You,” said I turned around for a while then re-opened the pea skin. While Arman laughed amusedly at my words.

That's my way of dealing with my disgust for men.

...Tbc...