IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Towards Assurance 2

I am still comfortable in Dian's arms. But Ummi's call got us out of the room right then and there.

"eaten still warm" Ummi brought two bowls round.

"wah, really this noodle, the weather is cloudy" it seems this is also Dian's favorite food.

"have you ever eaten a round? " ask Dian to me.

"never was. Often even" I said.

"hemp, donk's favorite. Means we're the same" Dian was still talking while devouring a round that was still in the smoke crowd.

"sanking likes to be devoured immediately. Though still hot as well" I was quite amazed by the spirit of Dian devouring a round that was clearly still hot.

"it's just the sensation of eating that round if there is still smoke smoke like this"

In the middle of our round, Abi came. Then Abi joined us for a meal together. Same with ummi. Finally we talked together while enjoying the artificial round ummi.

This atmosphere really makes warm weather that is cloudy. I never imagined I would be sitting quietly in the middle of this family.

Ah, no. If I used to always have a warm conversation with Zia and Amin ustadz, then now it is accompanied by the presence of Dian.

It feels like all the hatred, sadness and disappointment that was once thrown away. Hopefully it will continue like this until we are truly united in marriage.

My return this time was accompanied by cold weather and continued with rain.

Adek asked me to accompany him to work together at the house of one of his friends. But because it was raining, the car was used by mama and papa, finally I asked to be delivered Dian. Adek did not mind. Because what I see every time I go home, they're getting closer.

"long time does not work the task of the deck? " Dian broke the silence.

"depending brother, why is it" asked adek.

"we stay first. Brother wants to go to cafe DK" said Dian, outside my knowledge.

"go to the cafe first. I'll wait for you guys" grumbled adek.

"there's a need to be a minute there. We will go together again" said Dian decided.

No more discussions. And this time I was just a listener, an introduction and a follower.

After arriving at a friend's house adek, Dian immediately did his car to the cafe he had just meant. While I myself do not know where the location of the cafe that Dian mentioned earlier.

"why be quiet" asked Dian.

"hemp, nothing. You're not going to talk either" I replied briefly.

"usually also a girl who is chatty first" said He relaxed.

"so I'm chatty? "

"just chatty anyway, same as the husband himself. Why should jaim"

D**eg, I just realized that right now it seems like I've started being myself. No need to jaim, put on a cute face, no matter, quiet. It feels more relaxed. It turns out this is what it feels like if the feeling is avenged, especially soon it will be halal. It's gonna be more fun.

"was I ever jaim? " i said pretend.

"i know it all just to take care of myself. I'm proud to have you" Dian grabbed my hand and kissed her many times.

"hust, it's not halal yet" I said as I tried to pull the hand from Dian's grasp.

"this hand will always be within my grasp. Don't ever try to let go, because I'll never do that" seemed to force all his words.

"yes-yes, give me handcuffs so I can't go anywhere alone" I replied.

"good. Pinter. Tomorrow we'll find the handcuffs. Go straight to KUA" Dian said as he parked his car. By putting emphasis at the end of the sentence.

"Here is the place. Have you been here before? " said Dian again.

"ehm, never. Just this time I know" I answered honestly.

"ekhm, the hell time? very dear yah. Though 'DK' is our initials" said Dian relaxed but managed to make me aghast.

"so this is your cafe? " ask me spontaneously.

"not really, I just put most of the shares. Be the one who has the right to name this place" Dian explained as she waded me into the cafe.

"afternoon. Mr Endruw is there? "

"Pak Endruw today did not enter sir, his wife gave birth. Is there a need? "

"oh no. I just stopped by, take a walk with the wife-to-be"

Then we were invited to occupy the VIP room.

I was really dumbfounded. A lot of things I don't know about Dian, including her business. It's worth saving he's not inexhaustible to give me a surprise. Apparently there are a lot of shrimp behind the rock.

"want to try your favorite food here? " She offered.

"ekhm, may. Drink it warm" I said as I continued to pay attention to the graffiti stuck to the wall.

"if... your interior design is also a course? " i'm still observing those scribbles, even closer. I looked at sentences by sentence. Because, I feel like I know the beautiful sentences that are plastered there.

"not. I just nitip put the figura figura" replied Dian casually.

"why? do you know those words? " Dian approached and said right behind me.

"it seems. I remember something....

and, owh, my God. You seem to be the sender of those letters?"

The flashback

At that time I was very dizzy with the letters sent by Brother Jo. Until I ignored several letters.

Even if Brother Jo is a guy, his writing is beautiful and neat. He is even good at changing his writing style. Once I asked him and he said "so you don't get tired of reading letters from me"

Because it is not only Kak Jo who at that time often sent me letters, there were several other initials.

Once upon a time, there was a letter without an identity. And I happened to be without a job, so I immediately opened the letter.

The contents inside were beautiful sentences, had made me fester. Smile at yourself when you read it.

For me reading the letters that come is an entertainment. Never once did I reply. I don't care who ever sent me a letter.

Flashback OFF

"you are apparently. Coincidentally, somehow. Though I already hate half dead like you" I said casually and sat back down.

"that's JODOH. Which may actually be close, but we don't realize it. Whatever we hate, we can't resist it.

Sorry if I'm just a snot guy whose style is a village. It's not like the grown-up man in the novels has power. Nor is the CEO of a well-known company.

But rest assured, my love could exceed their love. Even if I can't do as crazy as them" Dian said at length.

"isht, what the hell are you. Even talking about novels. Don't-don't, your alay style is part of the novel, huh? "

"i don't like to read novels.

I don't know, that's instinct. Memories at the age of 5 years ago were really attached. I don't want anything to change even though we're no longer together. And it turns out, nothing will change from our togetherness. You will still be my little girl. Forever"

"thank you for everything" I said.

"i was too. Sorry and thank you, still accepting a shitty guy like me"

"yes, really cool you are. Use initials people's names not allowed first anyway, taxable loh" threatened me.

"get ready, what the hell is wrong with you. If necessary, all the stock income from this place is all for you"

"by the way, how long has this place been around? " my kepo's finally out.

"almost 2 years old" Dian answered briefly.

I know that not a single bit of Dian missed her day without me, about me. Same with me, I guess.

It's just that the feeling we feel is different maybe. If Dian is passionate about her love, while I am passionate about my hate. Before everything became clear and we were together.

Finally, our story is almost at the end of the road. The seat is waiting. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow or in a week. Surely these two hearts are ready and can not wait for the happy day.

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