JODOHKU MR. DUDA

Angga Intentions

His thick eyebrows raised one. The eagle's eyes stared at me unblinkingly, waiting for an answer.

I'm still flinching.

"Originally you know, it wasn't once that I saw the boy. This is the second time!"

The deg! What am I supposed to say? Should I be honest?

"Remember Nis, sin broke the cord. Especially ...." He stopped talking.

There were irregular steps, accompanied by the joking sounds of some people. Scroll the clock against the wall, one o'clock in the afternoon. The break is over.

The god stepped away the moment some fellow, entered the room. I breathe a sigh of relief. For now it can still dodge, but what about the next days?

Mona comes, "Mon, I pray first. It was a report, until I forgot the time, so it was like this. Yes, if there is a phone."

"Ok, please."

Gegas stepped out of the room, towards the mushola.

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Titt, titt!

The sound of a car horn shocked me and Mona, who had just been shopping for toiletries at a crossroads stall.

Someone got off the white Fortuner. Erlangga walked towards us.

"Hai Nis, assalamu alaikum," said Angga. Opening the black glasses she was wearing.

"Waalaikum greetings, it's been a long time Mas, on that road?" my many.

"Not really? Maybe fifteen minutes."

"Yes, I'm sorry. Why not call first."

"It's been, but it's not lifted."

"Yes, my phone left in the room. Oiya, meet office friends, as well as neighbors and friends."

They also get acquainted. "The guests weren't invited in, Nis?" ask Mona.

"No Mon, not good with the other neighbors. Sit here, can you?" I offered to sit on a cement bench, in front of a rented fence.

"You can't, time can't" he said, sitting down.

"I went in first Nis, Mas. You guys please continue."

Mona turned around, died we both.

"What does it take, Mom, to get here?"

"It's not good to say that here. We're out, want to?"

Actually at this time lazy out, want to just rest in the room. However, for the sake of appreciating Angga, I just ask him.

The dog returned to the car. Waiting for me to prepare. Mona swiftly helped me dress up, of course accompanied by all kinds of jokes.

"Come on Nis, charm her with your charm."

"What the hell."

"Already, don't pretend to be careless or not want to. If I don't remember the Dwi mas, I've chased Angga."

"Awas ya, ntar kurekam you know, then send to mas Dwi."

"Evil so. But think again, who would not want to be the same Angga? Young, saucy, successful and single. Ckck loses a nolak, a superior soul mate like him."

I shook my head hearing his chatter. Kuraih sling bag black, which is hanging behind the door. I pulled Mona's arm. Locking door.

"Now don't go too late. Just do not have to mess around," he whispered.

I pinched his waist, he chuckled. Immediately stepped leaving him. Angga smiled at me, approached him.

"Where are you going, Nis?"

"No idea, whatever."

"Eat already?"

"Eat noon already, not yet night. The plan was to make fried noodles with Mona."

"Wihh, yummy dong. Who's cooking? Mona or Nisa?"

"I'm Mas, understandably already mothers. Gotta cook for El." There was a bitter thing I thought when I said that.

"Then we eat first. Let's face this life."

I glanced at him, then smiled. He stopped the car at a restaurant cooking padang. Open the door and bring him down.

"Still like to eat rice, right?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, why?" tanyaku plain.

"The average now many are turning to bread, as a substitute for rice."

It seemed like the starving Angga, some of the side dishes that were spread on a small plate, had already escaped into his hull. While I only eat rice with side dishes rendang only.

After eating he took me, stopped by a cafe that served life acoustic music.

"Mas, the promise of explanation the other day, can be redeemed now."

He looked at me, then smiled.

"Must promise first, it's just between the two of us. Can't involve anyone but me and Nisa. How's it?"

I frowned not understanding. However, shortly afterwards I agreed to his request.

"May, I promise I won't involve anyone else. Besides me and Mas Angga."

"One more thing, don't use a cramming event."

I pursed my mouth, but still nodded my head, as a sign of approval.

"Well, I got your number from bang Naresh. So is Nisa's age."

"Why? Does he mean to set us up?" There is anger in the heart. However, I tried to calm down in light of the promise that had just been said.

"Not and wrong. Naresh never intended to set us up. Do you really not remember who I am, Nis? Take a good look at my face."

I glanced at him briefly. Then I looked down at the coffee cup in front of me. There is not a single memory left behind by the person I knew a few days ago.

"Sorry, I don't remember anything."

He breathed slowly.

"The first time we met while in front of the elevator door, the apartment***Nisa bumped into me. Remember?"

The apartment? This entire lifetime, only when with the Gods, could feel the sleep in that building. The playback button touched itself, when the man's name came to mind, as it is now.

"Maybe it happened, but I'm sorry, I don't remember at all."

"Yes obviously not Nis, when it hit me, Nisa just sat down then passed, after saying sorry."

Angga sipped Ristretto's coffee, in a small glass. Before continuing the explanation.

"After that, we had several times to cross when heading to the minimarket below. It lasted only about three times. After that, I never saw you again."

"Then I met Naresh, your brother who is also my friend and without hesitation I saw the WA profile photo when he was waiting for you. That's where it all started."

I took a deep breath. Don't know what to say. Silence, only the sound of the cafe atmosphere was heard.

"What about El's birthday, you think?"

I shook weakly. It's too early to throw an birthday party. He doesn't understand yet.

"It looks like thanksgiving Mas, share rice tumpeng for neighbors around. He's a kid, doesn't understand anything."

"Can I come?"

"By pleasure."

She smiles. "Go home, huh? I will have permission from Naresh. How's it?"

"Sal's saying 'yes', I don't mind."

"Thank God. Um it's night, go home yuk. Not good girls, late at night."

I nodded happily. The goose is really mature.

Soon we got into the car, after the affair with the cashier was over.

"She, can I get to know you any further?"

"Mas, can ask bang Naresh."

He chuckles. "It's not like that, I want one day we can be more than just friends."

The deg!! What the fuck. Why my heart is shaking. Where did the trauma that always followed me.

"Mas, isn't it shy to be friends with a one-child widow?"

Back he's chuckled.

"What's wrong, as long as he believes and loves each other? Relax I am not forcing Nisa. Let's go slowly, get to know each other."

I don't know why there's a cold in my heart. However, I hurriedly regained consciousness. I need to know who I am with this status.

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