I Pursue You Cuek, You Pursue... ME ???

Loss Flavor.

Nabila slammed the door, throwing all the stuff he was carrying in his hand. He cried loudly, venting all his sadness all this time. For a year close to the man he liked, whatever Reyhan Nabila liked and disliked was very familiar with. All this time he always tried to survive and was more concerned with Reyhan's feelings than his own.

"It's enough I always cry because of you, Rey! Hiks.." long ago Nabila cried, finally her crying stopped because her phone rang.

The 27-year-old woman stared at the screen of her cellphone, apparently her mother called. Nabila pulled a piece of tissue on the side table, clearing her blocked nose from crying and picked up the phone.

"Assalamualikum, Mother."

"Wa'alaikusalam's chat. Son, the Papah was Delova's phone, he said Delova wanted to pull first here. You're home too, aren't you, baby?"

"Yes, Bun. Nab came home with Nia too, maybe the day after she just came home to wait for Lova first."

"Well, why is your voice so hoarse? Kayak abis nangis-"

"WHO WOULD DARE TO MAKE YOUR FATHER'S SON CRY?!!!" the mother's words were cut off by the father's cry.

"Somewhat begging Dad, I got this flu again. Idih, I said I should use yell weh..." Nabila is closest to his father, sometimes like a pair of friends who are always sensitive to their own feelings.

"You think Dad's gonna believe it! Let you go home if I ask you to answer the real one. Same with your mother again..."

"Darling, there really is nothing - what?" ask the Mother again to make sure.

"True Bun, Nab didn't papa. I've been taking flu medicine, just a little later," lied Nabila.

"Yes, Mother is closed. Assalamualaikum..."

"Waalaikumsalam." replied Nabila.

"Fiehhh... Dad knows if I cry again. Udah ah, want to pray first let the heart calm."

When preparing for bed Nabila wrote status in WA.

'If again melow gini so kangen my cat dead... Ahhh wants to have more but is afraid not to take care.'

...***...

Reyhan did not go home immediately after leaving the Nabila Apartment, he immediately went to the club because his feelings felt unreasonable. Why is he so stupid all this time? Blinded his obsession with Delova to the point of disrespecting women like Nabila who was always beside him.

"Oiii! Napa lo?" Satria friend hanging out from High School pat Reyhan on the shoulder.

"Lo, drunk? Lo, you can't get drunk, Rey!" satria.

"Gue is a gobl0k guy, Sat! I've been a very precious woman in my life!" racau Reyhan drunk which has begun to see the effects of alcoholic beverages that he drank.

"What's? Delova's problem again?" ask his friend because everyone who knows Reyhan already knows that Reyhan is obsessed with a woman named Delova.

"Delova again? Why does everyone say his name when I don't think of him!" Reyhan snapped at Satria, then threw the glass in his hand until it broke making the clubgoers look at him.

"Woiii, calm down bro! Don't go berserk - gini craze! Come on Man. briefly I call Nabila, if there he you must be so tame!" Satria reached into his phone preparing to press the number Nabila.

"Shit! The hell! If I hate him, Sat.he will never see me again, he says he's sick of me!" reyhan's speech was getting out of control, Satria was confused not to understand.

"What the hell is that you talking about? I don't understand, Rey! Rey, hey!" Reyhan was unconscious.

"Jeez, this is a child! The more the day gets worse!"

Satria pressed the number Nabila, immediately called because it had been a year since he knew his best friend was close to Nabila.

...***...

"Hello, Sat?"

"Nab, I'm again at the regular club. Reyhan is drunk again, you usually take care of him if he is drunk again. I'll take her home to her apartment, you wait as usual there, okay?" said Satria who did not know the relationship Nabila and Reyhan is deteriorating.

"Relieve it! Take care of him yourself! I'm not babu him, not temen him! Reyhan is no one else for me!"

Nabila disconnected her phone call.

"Gue wants to sleep, there's a distraction! Cih, ogah I have to take care of the ogeb guy. Hold, Nab. You can forget the guy, can not care anymore about him! I can...."

But another in the mouth of another heart, he could not be denied even though his joy had reduced but Nabila could not just do not care anymore. Finally Nabila prepared to change clothes and he went to drive his car to the apartment where his former Boss lived.