Dilemma of Marriage Left

Chapter 6

The sun is starting to get hot. If calculated, Nila has done five rounds in the park measuring five two hundred times two hundred meters. Sweat had washed down his forehead and back. Nila finally stopped and approached a cart selling ketoprak where both her parents and her sister were.

"Udah tired? Have a drink first .. You've been drained!" his mother said while giving a bottle of mineral water to Nila.

"Thank you, Mom." Nila adjusted her breathing while taking the water and then drank it until it was gone.

"Would you like to eat, Nila?" ask your father when he wants to pay.

"Nila would like to shabu, Dad," replied Nila at once.

"Huh? Saboo? It's not that it's a forbidden object here, Nila .. ". said the father then shook his head.

"There's Dad ... It was the wagon next to the ketoprak," replied Nila casually.

His father then turned his head, it turned out that the sabu meant by Nila was breakfast porridge ijo beans. Both his parents and sister gave lazy gazes while exhaling a long breath.

After returning from the market, Nila took another bath because her body felt sticky because of sweat after the sport. After finishing all that, he relaxed in the room while listening to music. Do not forget the earphones are mounted on both ears.

Unexpectedly when the music was spinning and Nila was carried away by the atmosphere of singing, the sound of notification suddenly appeared. When it opened, it turned out that Nila was put into a chat group that contained alumni of High School where Nila used to be.

"Who's got me in this group?" mumbled wondering.

Inside the group was instantly crowded, which was even more surprising that everyone who was there was not only his age, either, but there is also a class of upperclassmen who are three years above him and four-year-old younger siblings below him. Really very crowded, they are mutual.

Nila just listened, until in the last chat the most important announcement appeared there.

"Reunites? At school?" Nila continued reading the announcement. "Next week? I think it will be exciting!" he said very optimistic.

One of the admins who worked in the group started sending a list of anyone who would come along. Eagerly, Nila filled it in at number two because when she wanted to be at number one, already first by someone else.

After completing the filling, Nila exited the application and continued listening to music again playing the right song for her mood and ignoring what chat was in the group because the most important thing was the date of implementation. It is marked on the digital calendar on his phone.

.

.

.

.

One week Nila had passed by with a feeling that still felt floating. His love for Bayu for eight years was still considered the relationship is still united and running well. Ironically, Nila is getting harder and harder to forget Bayu.

Even so, the reunion event that will be attended tonight will still be attended. Given that Nila has also filled out the attendance list since registration opened for the first time.

The long-haired woman had finished polishing her face with a look of flawless makeup combined with a monochrome color dress and wedges as high as seven centimeters.

At exactly seven o'clock in the evening, Nila said goodbye to her parents to go to attend the event. Luckily the place was not too far from his home. But still because the wind tonight was quite cold, Nila decided to drive a car to the event venue.

Upon arrival there, Nila got down from the steering chair and walked to the entrance stand. It turned out that the reunion event was held inside a school hall that was indeed very spacious, maybe about twice the size of a futsal field.

Thanks to coming to the event, there Nila met with her class friends. From what was once a class with him to different classes but know each other. The excitement of the event tonight is enough to repel the sense of dread that has plagued him lately.

In the midst of the event, it happened that Nila was also alone in a chair not far from the entrance. Suddenly a man sat next to him.

"You alone?" ask the man. But Nila did not immediately realize it because her gaze was still focused on looking at the stage where there was a musical performance.

The man then moved to sit right in front of Nila. "You alone?"

"Oh, are you calling me?" Nila asked back.

"That's it! Who else. You're the only one sitting here" replied the man.

Nila looked to the right and left to make sure that what the man said was true.

"Yes, why the hell?" Nila asked again.

"Whose name are you?" The man then extended his hand. "Know me Dany, alumni of this school majored in IPA first."

"Oh, I'm Nila." Nila's hand returned a helping hand but only briefly.

"Nila ... like the name of the fish, but it's good," said the man named Dany.

Hearing her name likened to a fish, Nila just smiled cynically looking at Dany with careless behavior.

"Two thousand fourteen, you?"

"Two thousand twelve."

"You're my upperclassman, it turns out."

"Yes, you have to call me 'sister'" said Dany confidently.

"Should ya?" tanya Nila looked at the gap.

"Yes dong!" Dany then laughed and Nila just smiled faintly. "What do you do now?"

"Work that can make money" replied Nila accordingly. It seems like he has started to catch Lativa, talking to a ridiculous joke in it.

"Yes what. Keep messing around again."

"What the hell is it? I want to know it!" nila was a little upset. Lately, he has been sensitive to her feelings.

"Yes, it's wrong that I just do your job. At least if I know, sometime I can pick you up when you get home from work," replied Dany according to his logic.

"If it turns out I work at night and go home in the morning what?" tanya Nila was a little challenging.

"Seriously? Commercial workers mean?" hatch Dany with a gawking face.

Nila poked her lips withholding laughter, especially when she saw the expression on Dany's face that seemed to believe her words.

"How much did you get to play?" dany asked again, beginning to be curious.

"Not least, at least the zeros are seven to nine digits." Nila continued her acting.

"I swear by what? I don't know women who look like good children like you can get so much play. Is it okay to sugar daddy you a lot?" Dany believes more and she tremors herself.

Nila's pair of eyes accidentally looked at the wall clock on the wall of the room. It was half nine in the night.

"Sister, I think I want to go home now. It was night time, and I was getting sleepy too."

"Seriously this hour sleepy? I can't imagine when you wait for the customer and you sleep before the waiter is satisfied" said Dany, the longer the obrolannnya getting there.

Nila moved from her seat. "If you want to try, just order via the app hit dot com! Bye Brother Dany."

While the man was only silent, his feelings immediately said that he had been bullied by Nila since then. Dany then went up from her seat, ran out and followed Nila who had not disappeared from her sight.

"Please wait!" Dany shouted because the distance was already far enough.

While Nila who was about to open the door of her car heard the sound of Dany's screams immediately paled and chose to turn around and look at the source of the sound.

The man ran towards her. "May I have your phone number?" he asked when he was in front of Nila.

"Make what?" asked the long-haired woman to investigate.

"Make you walk. Who knows, we could be good friends" replied Dany, playing her eyebrows up and down and giving her the sweetest smile she thought.

"Mode!" reply Nila then opened the car door but was immediately detained by Dany.

"I'm serious Nila ... " Dany took her phone out of her pants pocket and gave it to Nila, the woman she was chasing. "Here's your number here."

"I'm sorry, I can't thank you. If you are still given the opportunity of God, we will definitely meet again ... " Nila put away Dany's hand that was holding the door of her car so it couldn't be opened. "Excuse me, I need to get home!" he and Dany give up. He backed off and let Nila into the car.

"Zill! If we meet again, will you give me your phone number and walk with me?" ask Dany before Nila closes the door.

The woman just smiled.

"We'll see" answered Nila and closed the door.

Dany just stared at Nila's departure from there.

"You're beautiful, so I'm interested. Either way, I should be able to make you fall in love with me, Nila," Dany said.

Nila was not trusting any man right now. His wound has not healed. Although the sick medicine person said that he fell in love again, but if he fell in love for a moment and hurt again, what for? It is better to treat the wound with solitude. Although sometimes mendundung quiet, at least keep the heart much better for the sake of inner sanity.