I Love You, Ma'am Kunti

an end of the intersection

The world is gone from noon. And when the sky was dark he had just arrived home.

But luckily, he did not get a babble from his mother because he came home late.

Yep... Ms. Sukaesih and Mr. Gaius are now visiting the home of one of their relatives, probably going home late at night.

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In the room.

The girl slowly threw the paper bag onto the bed and sat on the chair, removing the still wet jacket with a sag, after which she sighed while twisting her body a little.

His view was sanguinely directed to a folding calendar on the table. There is a thick red circle in one of the numbers.

The hands of the world lifted up, grabbing it slowly. Simultaneously, clear circles dripped together from both of his neutrals.

Time is not short for me. But apparently, we have come to an end of the intersection. Where the happiness formula that I have compiled is now absurd. I can't believe you chose a different intersection. And end it all.

Tests... Tests...

Tear drops, falling on those numbers. Both hands were squeezed, thus dropping the calendar onto the floor. Kuni sobbed again, she bent her knees and hugged later.

"Hiks... Brother Anwar, I can't be like this. I can't Brother..." The girl is getting sobbing. It's not Anwar's fault that's circling around in his brain, it's looking around? Where lies his own fault. So Anwar prefers Renita.

Not wrong, is it?

When one has successfully instilled a sense of love in one's heart over the years, it is not as easy to remove it as a new plant. The roots of love are deepening and deepening in the heart.

Yes.perhaps many people who see it is a folly for the lover who is in a toxic sense. But the other is with the perpetrator. Something that hurts her is no bigger than her love.

Until the owner of the heart must accept, all the consequences in making love. Which will not be smooth forever, although it must be repeatedly thrown and slammed with roughness. He can still forgive, such is love, with all his blindness.

A few minutes later, her crying had subsided a little. Now he has changed his position. The middle one was laying his head on the table, staring at the phone he was leaning on next to the vase of flowers in a standing position.

Stare at that lit screen, in a chat app. Where his tears are still running because, as soon as that number Kunia blocked by Anwar. He would occasionally wipe away his own tears that were unceasingly flowing without knowing how to stop him.

"I still need certainty, I still need a definite answer. Where's my mistake?"

He also chose to move from his position, appreciate the towel and then walk into the bathroom to clean and change clothes.

After that, walk out to one of the department stores outside the alley.

The rain had stopped, leaving a muddy trail on the paved road.

The city of Jakarta never sleeps from all the hustle and bustle. Even though it was Monday night, the young people were still wandering outside. Joking with each partner in the chairs provided by the department store, no matter the time has shown at ten past thirty minutes.

Kunia entered the convenience store, choosing some instant noodles in the cup. With a spicy chicken variant, belonging to one of the famous brands from South Korea.

Walk again to the cheese rack. He grabbed a slice of cedar and mozarella cheese combined, not forgetting Nori dried it too. he walked again to the row of refrigerators, and then he walked to the refrigerator, grab three cans of peach-flavored drinks as well as three jumbo sausages. And after all he wanted was taken, now just take him to the cashier to be paid.

Pips... Pips... Pips...

"The total, so one hundred twenty-nine thousand five hundred. Sis," said the cashier after all of Kunia's groceries went into a swish bag. Kunia also handed over money worth one hundred and fifty thousand rupiah. Where the cashier immediately typed something grabbed change and the receipt paper. "This, brother. Thanks for shopping."

The girl did not answer him but grabbed the bag of groceries and took him out.

After going far enough, he was close to home.

But immediately stopped, when he saw Anwar's car in front of Reni's house. But that's not what makes him sculpt, but the shadow of two lovebirds that are visible from a distance Kunia stood. They put their lips together in the car.

The girl bit the tip of her own lips, while one hand squeezed the shirt on the chest. Should they do that in front of the house?

While Kunia's house is facing Reni's house. Kimia returned to shed her tears. His heart really hurt watching the intimacy of the two.

Until Reni got out of the car, also caught Kunia who was still standing behind Anwar's car five meters away.

"Oh... The world?" The girl smiled as she waved her hand. It was as if there was no problem with what he was doing to the girl who was still frozen in place.

Kuni continued her steps, she just passed Anwar's car and went into her own house without making any sound.

"Hemmm, I was relieved when she knew everything. So we don't have to hide anymore." Reni smiled at Anwar.

"Yes... I was too. Come in, it's night. I'll see you tomorrow, baby."

"Yes, be careful on the road. I love you."

"I love you too. my sweetie, muaaahh.." Anwar replied.

Reni smiled, then closed the car door. After that, he entered the house, while Anwar immediately brought the speed of his car.

"Sad...! my sweetie?" riled up, Kunia who was still standing behind the fence clenched her hands, she rubbed her tears violently and then returned to step her feet in.