Home For My Soul

184|Old Habits

I gulped heavily seeing him sitting leaning on the head of the bed with his eyes staring intently. His hands were crossed in front of his chest. Trying to behave as usual, I greeted and approached her lips. He didn't reply.

“I shower a minute.” Without waiting for her response, I cleaned myself up, changed clothes, then sat down on the side of the bed where I usually lay. “I'm sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? Did you make a mistake?” tanyakanya.

“I was wrong not to tell you I did not have dinner at home.”

“Oh. I know it's wrong, but it's still done. Lo turned out to be busier, yes, than Richo,” he said.

I want to reply, then remember that I'm wrong here, so I have to be patient so we don't fight all night. “Darling, I'm really sorry. I promise I won't repeat. Don't be angry again.” I hugged his waist and put my head on his arm.

“Is she that attractive until you forget your husband?” he said, still angry.

“He wants to help me repay Nisa. If you're upset like this, I'll wait until tomorrow to tell you.” I let go of my embrace. “I have to do something before going to bed. After you calm down, meet me in the next room.”

He held my hand. “What help?” tanyanya, want to know. I smile at the smile.

I told Bastian everything that I told him. He glanced sharply when he found out the man liked Katelia during High School. Duh, I was wrong again. I shouldn't have said that part. He nodded in agreement after I finished speaking.

“Really? You'll come with me on Thursday?” askaku expectantly. He's nodding.

“Gue want to see directly. You will choose him or me.” He squinted his eyes.

I have a new habit every morning while waiting for Theo to take a shower. I played a classic song with my violin. I do not know exactly at what age your child can hear, but I want to practice first so that later get used to it.

We are doing everything we can to support the growth of the little one in my life. Drinking a woman who is less I like also I follow the origin he developed perfectly. Especially today he entered his tenth week. In two weeks, then I can announce this to Sonata.

She would definitely be a good aunt to him, because she was already the perfect best friend to me. I don't have to care about people who don't want us. The fewer people around us, the less risk of getting hurt.

I had three best friends during High School, it turns out the three were not sincere friends with me. Nora, who was the first person I knew on campus, became an enemy in a blanket. He wants people I love. Because of that, I don't trust Bastian right away.

“Wah, the house is big too!” my compliments look at the house we came to.

“If it is small, they are unlikely to do this. The music is too loud. This is not good for the little one, dear.” Theo looked at the door of the house with concern.

“Just a minute, then we go home,” my promise.

He got out of the car and helped me. Bastian just came near us. He introduced himself to Theo, but the man did not want to accept his helping hand. My new friend just laughed. He invited us to come into the house.

Bastian asked us to wait on the terrace for a moment. He entered the house and soon the sound of his music diminished. He came and brought us in. Truly an understanding person. My eardrum can break if the music is still loud.

“If no one tells the musician, they think everyone is comfortable with such a high volume.” He shook his head slowly.

“Why doesn't anyone else mind?” many wonder.

“Do you not see around you?” He spread his hand. “They're in town, Amaryllis.”

I watched the people sitting on the couch, standing by the wall, dancing in the middle of the room, and I understood. They don't care about what's around them. Yeah, God. Nisa returns to her old habit of love.

Bastian stopped in a room where there was food and drink served on a square-shaped table. There was a bar next to it where there were several bartenders ready to serve the invited guests. People queue up there more than at the table.

“So, the bad habit of Nisa you mean is to drink alkohol?” I pretended to be surprised. He's nodding. “He is always normal in school.”

“Of course. He couldn't have been married on school day. Is he crazy? Nor did his parents know he had that habit.” Bastian laughed.

“His engagement doesn't know this either,” guess me. Bastian looked at me meaningfully.

He already has everything. A successful and best-selling boutique business, a rich and well-respected fiance, so his future is brilliant. Then what is lacking so that he seeks satisfaction by going back to Alkohol and having fun at a party?

He glanced at Theo. “You will definitely meet him and his fiancee on one invitation you attended. So, you can start by familiarizing yourself.”

“Lo advise my wife to cheat?” accuse Theo sharply.

“She said befriend, Theo, not cheat,” my error.

“It makes no difference. Men and women who cheated it started from friends.”

“I didn't see Nisa. Where is he?” ask me to look around us, try to divert the conversation. My goal here has not been achieved.

Bastian glanced at his watch. “Ah, she must be upstairs right now. Come onl. Prepare yourself. You won't like seeing this.”

“If you won't like it, why do you ask to see?” protest Theo again.

“You want to help me or not?” I started to get annoyed at her annoying attitude.

He closed his lips, so I invited my new friend to show us the way. Bastian approached the stairs and we followed him. The above is worse than below. People start to touch each other too intimately. I don't know if they're dating, husband and wife or casual acquaintances.

Bastian stopped, then gave a signal with a nod of his head. I looked at the direction of his gaze and found the woman I was looking for. Nisa is on her lips with a man I know is not her fiance. Judging from his movements, he was already heavy.

I look around me. Maddened. Could it be that all these people had no relationship whatsoever, but were enjoying each other's bodies? What party is this? I know Nisa was addicted to alcohol at school. But he repented and promised never to touch her again.

Then what the hell is going on here? Bastian must have forbidden me from bringing Brother Jericho. If this goes to the media when you are here, not just your reputation, your career is ruined. Who are these people? Are they not afraid that anyone will know what they are doing here?

“You said, you have a reputation to keep. Then why can't Brother Jericho come here, while you're okay?” many confused. “Are you not afraid that people know you too are coming along like them?”

He's laughing a little. “This is the home of one of our relatives. I stay here sometimes when they get out of town. Why would Nisa and I be in the same place if this wasn't a family home?”

It's so easy. I just need to show her fiance what Nisa is doing behind her, then their relationship will be ruined. But I need to know first what the woman is dear to her future husband. Otherwise, this plan is in vain.

Because he seemed happy to be able to make out with the man in the house earlier. I saw no signs of discomfort or rejection. Even though he is in the influence of Elkhol, he will not forget his own feelings, ‘kan? Hm. I need to find out as much information as possible about the effects of liquor.

“Looks like you were happy to meet that lo affair.” Theo closed our room door.

I turned around so I could talk while dealing with him. “Honey, enough. We are just friends.”

“Bertains? Don't you feel something hearing him say never like lo?” He looked at me emotionlessly. “Lo pounding? Bloody, maybe?”

“I don't feel anything. Only you can make me flutter.”

“Oh, yes?” He's one step closer. “Lo just feel something with me?” He stopped in front of me. I'm nodding. “Lo naive, Kat. Lo think everyone is as sincere as what his eyes show to lo.” He caressed my cheek. “Be careful. The man can't be trusted.”

“What do you mean?” many confused. “Kakak has confirmed all his stories. Bastian's a good man, honey. He has no bad purpose.”

“You both are naive.” He looked at me seriously. “Bastian not being honest with you.”

[Kat (tinjit as high as possible): I want to be kissed, not be romeli.]

[Theo (pinch cheeks with a sly smile): Just kiss Bastian. Lo, ‘kan, glad to know he likes lo.]