I'm Sorry to Throw You Out

Meaning???

...🌸POV ZOY🌸...

The cloudiness in my life has slowly passed one by one. But not with Singapore. This lion-symbol country is so cloudy and dark. Apparently we chose the wrong day and time to have fun.

It was my fault, Singapore was supposed to be the destination country for our honeymoon, but I changed it and asked Rajesh to make this country a country where we were looking for various kinds of wedding souvenirs.

Rajesh agreed to agree. He said I was happy. That's why we left for Singapore when my iddah period was over. Not only the two of us but with Kak Del and Kak Maria as well. However, we do not want to provoke slander by just traveling alone.

"Well, yes, it's raining again." I whined on the second day we were going out of the hotel to start going around looking for our game.

"Keep to be canceled or how dear?" mas Rajesh was so unwilling to take any decision afraid I was disappointed.

"I'm sorry, my mother."

"Why even apologize? Nothing wrong, dear."

"Try if I don't ask to Singapore, I certainly don't believe this story." I said.

"Hey, can you predict the weather? Naw, right? So it is not your fault if it turns out that the day we choose even this city continues to be flooded with rain. Even though it's not the season." mas Rajesh is getting better at raising my heart.

"Yes the hell mas." Still I was disappointed even though I was raised heart.

"Yes, we walk, we use both. How's it? In fact, it looks romantic and shahdu is a la-a-style romantic drama mandarin hehehe,," mas Rajesh grinned the horse but instead made him look more handsome.

"Sok is still young to play romantic romance."

"Lho is still young. Still handsome like this." he said arrogantly.

"It's a puck,, "" I sniffed.

"If not good-looking, where maybe you feel at home steal the view continues all this time. Hayooo ngakuuu,,,,"

Upps,, I got caught turning out hehehe,,,,, I,,,

"Yes, yes, I am handsome. If not handsome will also not be the prince of my dreams." I praise him as high as the sky.

"Thank you for my little love," she replied, twisting one eye.

"Udah ah ayooo,," my whinek reminded us of our goal to start hunting souvenirs.

Mas Rajesh borrowed an umbrella provided by the hotel. He was right to take me to walk the two of us to our destination which is not how far from the hotel where we stay.

About fifteen minutes of walking with a shahdu atmosphere under the rain, we finally arrived at the destination. A place that provides a lot of choices of goods that certainly many good and suitable to be used as souvenirs later.

It did not take long, we both began to busy with voting activities and exchanging opinions before making our choices.

Then seriously choosing, I felt my leg hit by something. I also looked back.

"Hey pretty,, who's this kid? Really cute. Where's your mom, baby?"

Although I know that boy may not understand what I'm saying, but that kid who looks like he just walked down that road is very upsetting. Her skin was pure white with a typical oriental face, then her straight black hair pigtailed in two made her look very adorable.

"Oh sorry, did my son bother you?"

The author only uses Indonesian, although if in fact go to Singapore, of course, use English when meeting foreigners.

An oriental-faced woman who also looked like a child was shocked by me. I'm sure it's the boy's mother. What makes me unsure is that the more I notice, the more I feel like I know her. I just forgot, where?

"No really. This your daughter?" mas Rajesh represented to answer.

"Ah yes." the woman was still busy with her son who still wanted to walk here and there.

"It's so pretty." praises Rajesh.

The steps are getting further away but the memory of him is also increasingly popping up in my mind.

"Angie!!! Wait,,," I shouted as his steps might have been twenty steps away.

The woman turned to me with a questioning look. So did Rajesh who didn't expect me to know the baby's mother.

"Do you know her, baby?" asked Rajesh and I nodded confidently as I saw the woman turn her head as I called.

"He was, is,,,"

My speech was interrupted when I saw a male figure approaching Angie who immediately kissed her right and left cheeks. The man also immediately carried the nimble little body to and fro. Looks very fond of the tiny figure because after the body was carried, the man continued to shower his chubby cheeks with his heavy kiss.

My eyes squinted trying to recognize the figure. The figure that continues to back me and has not realized my presence there.Becould I see Angie also looks wrong and clumsy because I noticed. I believe he also remembers who I am.

A second later, I saw Angie pull the man's hand to get him out of there. I won't let them go. I want to know something. I want the question in my heart to get the answer.

And only they can answer,,, and,,,

"Angie,,,!!!"

I half ran after her accelerating pace. Mas Rajesh also want to not want to run after me with his confusion. I understand I haven't answered the question. But I think Rajesh can also remember who Angie is.

"Angie, please, please." I'll hold Angie's hand until she stops.

"Zoya, what's up?" the question is soft and won't look at me.

"Darling, who are they?" the man made a sound and I was very surprised when he looked at me.

Apparently not Rodie but another figure I don't know. Dashed was my hope to be able to get an explanation from him why he just left without giving clarity status.

"They were, "," Angie couldn't tell him who I was and who Rajesh was.

"You're Angie's friend? Introduce, I am Daniel, her husband." the man reached out with his friendly hand.

But this body feels light and weak to hear it.

If he's Angie's husband, then where's Rodie???

Luckily Rajesh quickly overcame this awkward situation. She again represents to get acquainted with Angie's husband.

"I'm Rajesh and this is Zoya. We are indeed your wife's friends." said mas Rajesh.

"Ah,, Zoya?? Rajesh?? I think I've heard your names. Where is it? mmm,, anyway, come to our house tonight. There's a little event in memory of our best friend, Rodie. Ah yes, I remember. You're Rodie's friends. Come on, yes, this is the address."

Angie's husband handed over a paper that looked more like a business card to Rajesh.

"Thank you."

We simultaneously said that sentence with a mind filled with many questions.

Remember Rodie??? Meaning???

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...Hi, maapkeun author who disappeared a few days ago. Author downed aka sick. Maapkeun if so slow up yaa 🙏...

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