JODOHKU MR. DUDA

Gods and Angas

The phone rang when Nisa had just finished her shower. The name 'Medium Widow' is on the screen. Put back the flat object, no intention to answer it. Falling in love is too weird for her. Especially for the man who managed to tear his heart. Although afraid, anxious, wanted to run all the way when meeting the Gods and did not want to meet again. However, why until now had he been unable to fight against those sharp eyes? Is his heart still in despair?

Nisa is back when her phone rings again. This time it's a video call from the Gods. The woman ignored, tried to close her eyes, rest.

While there.

The god walked back and forth on the balcony, the former wife's favorite spot. Cobbled. Not a single call from him was made, wanting it to feel that it was right in front of Nisa. The sigh felt heavy, he could only pray and try, so that the woman would melt, willing to take it back.

The gods again sent WA messages to women who lately gave Nano-nano a taste in the heart.

[Assalamu alaikum, my true love, my breath, which has been scented all season. The phone, not picked up? Have you slept, my heavenly angel?]

Silent. Nisa has not yet been moved to read the message. The man sighed softly. There were no messages from the ex. Even the message, it has not been read at all.

He's getting ready for bed. Wish there was a miracle when he opened his eyes tomorrow.

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Angga widened his eyes as he looked at the doorbell screen. The god was waiting, and he opened the door of the apartment. "What's he doing here?" hissing wonder.

As soon as he opened the door, "What's up?"

The god grinned, "Can I talk to you for a second, Bro?"

"What problem?"

"About Nisa, don't use violence. I promise," said the God, his hand raised by brandishing two fingers.

Angga paused for a moment, "Wait for me at the coffee shop downstairs, ten more minutes."

"Ok, I wait." The god turned the body towards the elevator.

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"What's wrong with Nisa?" angga asked as the waiter left, having brought their order.

"He's well. All right, just go straight. Do you know what my relationship is?"

"Know, the point is for Nisa, your relationship is already a part of her past." Then Angga took a sip of an Americano coffee order, a sip.

"Sorry, if I say I want to restart the bar. There's El who still needs both parents."

"It's true El needs both parents, but doesn't have to be together again" Angga said.

Nyess .. like something hit the heart of God.

"El can still get affection, even if you already have your own family. So I don't like it when you're together just because of El. Because it does not rule out the possibility of past mistakes will return repeatedly," continued Angga.

"So?" ask God.

"I know where this conversation is going. This is more than a long-winded one, I tell you. Let's both fight for the feelings we have and let Nisa herself decide where her heart will dock. There is no need to resort to intimidation, for it is usually the sincere, who will endure."

"So you still want to fight?" ask God.

"Yup, it's a responsibility. How's it?"

"Huft, I think .. yes already, I agree with you. We fight honestly, ok!" Although a little annoyed because Angga did not want to retreat, but he still respect his interlocutors, until they had to separate.

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Indeed usually Angga will call, if going to the boarding house. Determine if the woman is willing to go together.

"This is how the fate of the misfortune people," he said. He walked half-running, out of the boarding room.

"Assalamu alaikum," said someone.

"Waalaikum hail, Mas Angga!" nisa replied surprised to see the man sitting on a cement bench in front of the boarding fence.

"Come, hunted. Late right?" And immediately pulled the hand of Nisa who was still dumbfounded into the car.

"Kok, Mas know, I'm still at the boarding house?" nisa asked when she was in the car.

"Everything is, just call Mona. Ask why the friend didn't answer my phone? Yeah, he told me everything."

Nisa's face was red, blushing.

"Regarding Drakor, Mona told me too?"

"Which one? What about, watching Drakor until three in the morning?"

Nisa covered her two faces with her palms, "Duh, Mona is really a child!"

"Why should I be ashamed?"

"Hehehe, I'll accuse you of being a panatic fan. Though, it's ...."

"When it is," cut Angga fast.

"Tuh, right! Ishc ... Mona!"

Angga chuckled at the woman beside him.

"Nis, the night I picked you up?"

"Where are you going?"

"Ehm, just want to walk. Rather for, more and more work. Where does Nisa want to go?"

The woman just shakes not knowing.

"We'll just watch, adjust to your hobby. How's it?"

"Heheh, God willing, Mas."

"Ok, I'll pick up at seven, tonight."

"Hu'um" answered Nisa. He turned his eyes to the side window of the car.

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