I'm Sorry to Throw You Out

Hello Rajesh.

🌸POV Rodie🌸

I kept the sweet girl sitting next to me right now. Although his lips always look to smile, but I know his heart is troubled. His soul is sad.

Zo, come on, be honest with me. Don't pretend you're okay, honey. I'd rather and more accept it if you'd tell me your true feelings even though it might hurt me. Don't pretend to smile next to me just because you don't want to hurt me. I know you're thinking about it. Rajesh right? Zo, I know all your gestures too well. Don't you remember how long I watched you? Until nothing escapes the eyes of my heart.

"Rodie watch out!!" zoya auto pekik.

"Sorry Zo."

I decided to pull my four wheels over. Just now I almost hit another biker who arrived to overtake the left when I was focused on thinking about Zoya. More precisely when I'm not focusing on driving at the moment. So even though the motorist is wrong because it overtakes the left, but it is not entirely the fault of the motorist.

"Take Rodie's heart. We're getting married. Don't let anything happen. Everything can be sad." Zoya said softly and once again that tenderness and smile hurt me even more.

I feel like I am the saddest human being Zoya deserves to feel sorry for even in a way that hurts her own heart.

"I'm sorry." Finally that's all I can say.

"Are you okay?" ask Zoya again who actually really wants me to answer that I'm not very good just to see her pretend like this.

"Good,, of course good. Is there anything that can make me not okay? What else can make me feel bad? Soon the one I want the most and the one I'll ever have in my life will soon be all mine. Is that right, isn't it??" ask me to return to her by presenting my sweetest smile.

Zoya seemed to change her face at a glance but it did not escape my attention. The owner of the face was trying to make me unsuspecting. I know it.

Come on Zo, just say it, baby. Tell me if what I said was wrong. You will never be mine. Don't they? You want to cancel this wedding, right? You still love her, don't you?? Be honest Zo,,,,, be honest,,,

"Can't my kebayaku be given a tail accent behind him, Rodie? I don't know why I arrived I wanted to wear that model kebaya. Can ya??" his whining was trying to divert our conversation.

"Bby dong. Whynot? We only get married once. So you can look as beautiful as possible and as you dream." answered me who subconsciously made her change her face again.

Married just for once, I totally forgot that this is her second marriage. He was not married just once.

I was stupid to say that. I didn't actually mean to insinuate him. I just completely forgot because for me this is my first marriage and I can be sure it will be my last. I don't have much time left. The rest of my life I spent loving her.

It's not really what I want, Zo. Ii'm sorry. Had I been able to choose and determine, I would never have chosen this weak body, I would not have chosen this weak heart. I will write our destiny to live together as long as possible. Unfortunately, I can't do what Zo. I'm just an ordinary human who only acts as his puppet. All my life stories are in HIS hands.

"Zo, sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." I'm really sorry.

"It's okay. What you say is true anyway. We will only marry once. Why marry twice?? Once married, once, once legitimate, it's enough hehehe," Zoya tried to comfort me and herself.

"Hehe, yes too. Pinter is my girl." I follow the joke.

We finally reached our destination after a few minutes of our journey. The place of a special designer wedding dress that is very famous in this city.

Zoya immediately chooses the kebaya she likes. Then a few moments later she looks beautiful in her choice of kebaya even though there are still some parts that must be adjusted to Zoya's body size.

"How's?? Beautiful is the candidate??" ask the designer.

"Yes deh yaaa, eike believe that the choice of handsome brother must be the top." designer who is my acquaintance also returned to praise me.

The wedding dress fitting event was short said to have been completed. The designer is willing to finish it before H day. Not much time considering the large number of orders. But I'm sure he's professional enough and definitely can.

I brought my girl back to her house. Greetings from prospective mother-in-law are always warm. I feel very welcome in this house. Not to mention, Delvara, a business partner and my sister-in-law's candidate. It feels like he is the happiest person if I get into his family members count.

But what does that mean?

When this netra catches a sadness on my girl's face. That face looks sad. I'm sure our meeting with Alyssa left some anxiety in her heart.

Zo, I never would have lost you. I waited a long time for the day I could justify you. So, I'm sorry Zo if I'm selfish. I'm sorry if I don't care what you're feeling right now. Can it be that I demand you to please me once??

"I go home first. Thank you for today. Quick break. Don't miss me too much." my god.

"I don't miss you" he replied.

Though answers like this are common to me and I can always take it as a joke. I don't know why today I feel baper.

I feel pain hearing it. Like that's not a joke anymore. Maybe that was his true heart. Maybe all her jokes during this time were also her true feelings for me.

"Bye my future wife. Good yes. Another week, get used to being Rodie's mistress." I rolled my eyes around with her naughtiness.

"Well Mr. Rodie." Zoya half-bent her body making me smile happily.

But when I look back at his face, I feel like I have something to do now. I can't keep quiet. There's still a week left before I can really justify it.

I immediately resigned myself. Accompanied by a wave of his hand and his smile, I drove my car away from the courtyard of the magnificent house that would soon become my home as well. But the further away from there, the more this heart takes me somewhere.

A place where I can ensure Zoya's happiness will soon be restored.

"You??"

The owner of the house I went to looked surprised by my arrival.

"Hello Rajesh. Remember me??"

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...Why is Rodie there??...

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