I'm Sorry to Throw You Out

Titip Love

...🌸POV Rajesh🌸...

"Please come in."

I invite my guests into a narrow space that now feels narrower with a pile of chips tempe orders of my customers.

I can see my guest's face showing the astonishment of seeing all those piles. There was a sense of wanting to ask but he seemed to be disinclined or feeling unwell.

"Please sit. Sorry the place is tight. There are a lot of customer orders that I have not been able to deliver. Oh yes, mmm, mmm," I forgot the name of the future husband Beautiful.

"Rodie." said it briefly but enough to help me remember the name of the man who can be said very much is I hate his presence but there is no power to get rid of him.

"Yes Rodie. How are you?" I'm stale.

Very stale even asking like that. But I don't think my eyes are too myopic to see Rodie's face look paler than the last time we met. Or maybe just my feelings?

"good. I'm sorry if my arrival interferes a little with your activities." replace him who is stale by circulating his eyes throughout the room which is almost entirely filled with tempe chips.

Just for information, I have resigned from the mini market where I work. I resigned my position as the head of the store and decided to start my small business that struggled with various processed tempe. Starting from tempe chips, tempe mendoan, tempe bacem, etc which I pack all in contemporary packaging.

Not many of my customers but I think this is quite back capital. At least, my mom and I don't have to eat with just a plate of rice and a piece of tempeh or a chili or a pinch of salt. At least the two of us can eat more decent with my income from this tempeh effort.

My mom helped me a lot. Who would have thought, my mom was really good at cooking. Tempe bacem it even uses the secret recipe mama you know. In essence, we both work hand in hand to build this business. We want to bounce back from our previous slump.

At first it was just the two of us, but now there are some mothers of this village who help. With a real daily salary is not much considering I used to pay my employees tens or even hundreds of times what they receive now.

But back again, that was before. When a Rajesh Anantara still succeeds and forgets himself. Still very song. Now I have buried the living life of that figure. I don't want to be him anymore.

Back to my guest,,,, you,,,

"Who's Jesh?" asked the new mama coming from the side house which now by the way I have rented for the production house.

The rent is also from the profits of this tempeku business. Who would have thought, I could.

"It's ma. Beautiful husband candidate." I replied pointing at the guest who nodded politely.

"Oh. Yes wait. Mama get me a drink first."

"Don't bother bother aunt." reject my guest who may indeed have no appetite and drink in this hut.

"No. Wait." mama did not heed the rejection from him and rushed into the kitchen preparing a little treat.

"Have you started your own business?" ask my guest once again.

"Well this is it." I answered briefly without wanting to explain more.

"I came here for Zoya. I want to make you an offer. Replace me later at the bidding. Our wedding is in a week. I hope you can think of it well."

Without a shade aling aling my guest went straight to the subject and the purpose of visiting me. My feelings?? Don't ask. I was shocked,,, astonished,, pleased,,, furious, angry, mixed.

Shocked?? Sure oes. This is the thing I have never expected or imagined before. Let it not happen like this, just think about it never. Is that true???

Rodie offered me to replace him at the pelaminan??? I didn't hear wrong?? I didn't dream??? I'm just wondering. Doesn't she love Lovely?? I could even see her with ordinary eyes whenever she treated Beautiful even though we only met once.

I am at once happy if I am offered something that I really really want. But,, I was furious even angry at the brash man who could usually treat my Beautiful like a rotating trophy that he could play here and there at will.

Whatwant?? Make my Lovely fall in love with her to ignore me and then easily when their wedding arrives then she wants to just run away??? What does she think my beauty is???

My teeth were struggling with anger. His knuckles had also begun to harden due to the bogeman I was holding. Just a little bit I lay, I can make sure my guest collapses.

"Don't misunderstand me. I had no intention of dumping him. Trust me, I love her so much. I'm not even willing to say something like this. Especially you. But on the other hand, it's just you that I can trust for my love."

The words of my guest slowly made my jaw muscles soften. My raw bogeman who was ready to float had also decomposed. I am starting to listen more.

"Aku tau kamu bingung. Baiklah,,, tidak akan ku persulit. Aku sakit Jesh. Dengan lemahnya ini,,, aku tidak akan bisa bertahan lama." Rodie memukul mukul dada sebelah kirinya dengan tatapan marah, kecewa sekaligus menyedihkan.

"I don't want to marry her just to make her a widow. Enough of it to be your medicine. Don't be my servant anymore. That is why I came to you. Asking for your willingness to replace me. Help me keep my love and at the same time continue to channel it to Zoya. Marry her, love her, love her, with your love and mine."

I can see a drop after a tear of sadness coming down on his handsome and beautiful face. It looks so sad. Even I can feel it. As men, we are both anti-crying. But for the beloved woman, these tears show exactly how much we love and how weak we are without her.

"I'll give up Jesh. For him." he said again with a raucous voice and a bowed face that by looking at it I could tell he was very heavy-hearted to do but he had to do.

I swallowed with difficulty. My throat feels so dry. It was bitter even when I forcefully gulped. I hope Mama comes soon with her drink at this time.

"He still loves you Jesh. He accepted me only out of pity for me. I spent years waiting for him to answer my feelings. He sacrificed his own heart and love to not let me down. And I don't want to, once again, he sacrificed the rest of his life just to accompany this sick person and see me die. No. Jesh. I don't want to. Even if I have to go, at least I'm calm because you've been guarding my love."

The head looked up. Stared at. Requesting my consent.

What am I supposed to say???

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