JODOHKU MR. DUDA

The Wrong Taste

He approached, looking at me sharply. Until I realized my left hand had been raised by him.

　

"This what?"

　

I choked, gulped.

　

"This ... this is a ring, sir," I replied of origin.

　

He flicked his finger slowly back on this forehead. I don't know why today, he loved doing that. Slowly, rubbing the hand of the God.

　

"What the hell, sir? From that moment on. For a long time can be perforated, nie Jedar .. uh jidat," I murmured. Pretending to sulk, trying to shift the subject.

　

"Times, anyway?" He grabbed my head. Look closely at this forehead. There's nyetrum back!

　

Wonderful, why after my status changed to Angga's fiancee, it's easy to get close to him.

　

O Lord, forgive, forgive, forgive. This is really out of my control. Soon I'll take a stand, maybe it's a test of my relationship with Angga.

　

He still continued to look on this forehead. Our adjacent position, made my view full, on the body wrapped in a long-sleeved shirt. A very familiar masculine scent, oozing out in my nose.

　

Silent. I was unmoved, like I was thrown into the past, when this self sensed God's favorite scent. And he was silent in front of me. It was as if he wanted to hypnotize me with his sturdy body charm.

　

Dugm! Dugm! Dugm!

　

Back I heard, a sound like a drum beat. Closed eyes? Listen carefully to that voice.

　

"Sir, the voice was heard again."

　

"What sound?"

　

"It sounds like a drumbeat" I explained slowly. While the gods are silent. His two dense eyebrows were clinging to the middle. His expression made me feel even more wrong.

　

"Sir, don't get too close. Afraid of people misunderstanding, about the attitude of the Father," I asked as I moved away from him.

　

"I like it like that. Both, close together and not fighting," he admitted.

　

"Hu'um, but still can't. Not muhrim, HARAM." I tried to argue.

　

"Hallalin, dong."

　

I clucked, responded.

　

"I go first, Sir! Not good to see the fans, Father," said me gawking away leaving him.

　

I breathed a sigh of relief. At least for a moment, he did not ask about this ring.

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Mona came closer when she saw me enter the room. I accelerated the pace towards the absentee machine, before he managed to come up against the latest gossip. The absentee machine rang, coinciding with Mona dragging this hand. Again yes, Gaes .. dragging is not pulling.

　

"Why the hell, Mon? Hurrying too?" my protest. Not even had time to sit, even the bag still hung in the hand.

　

"Nis, did you meet the Lord below?" tanyanya seriously.

　

"Hu'um, meet. Indeed why?"

　

"He's not angry?" scabbed again.

　

"angry? It seems not, deh. What the hell is it?" I frowned at Mona's question, ambiguous.

　

He patted his head.

　

"It turns out that this roommate's estimate is correct. Uh, you know what? As long as you don't go in for a day, he's constantly fussing. Just women if it's PMS," he half whispered.

　

"Yes, if it's because of me. Maybe something made him angry" I said.

　

"It doesn't seem like it. Children are also beginning to become suspicious about your relationship. You need to be ready, Nis. It seems the gossip is getting louder." This time he said seriously.

　

I sighed, then walked back to my work room. Mona walked on the side.

　

"Leave it, Mon. I am immune to such rumors. This is nothing, compared to when pregnant El. Already let it go, later also tired itself," concluded I.

　

I pulled up the chair, sitting the hips that had been tired of standing. Pressing the CPU power button and monitor.

　

Mona massaged my shoulder. I don't know what he's thinking.

　

"Honestly, I just had a friend like you, Nis. Vim. We both fight. Ok," message.

　

I clapped his hands, smiling. He passed, returning to his place.

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Today Angga can't take me to the office. He was busy taking care of the problems of the project that was in another city. He said, maybe a week there. I don't mind, he's not officially my priest yet. So let Angga be free to pursue the widow uh, I mean career.

　

Mona actually wanted to accompany me, but I refused. Not good with Dwi, his fiancee.

　

It's the second day to go to the office by myself. Although quiet, no friends talk, but still I enjoy. When can I be free like now.

　

Walk along the sidewalk with a leisurely walk, deliberately not ordering Ojol. Later if it is up to the front minimarket, just call brother ojek base, which is a lot of base there. Count for the windfall.

　

However, it looks like my plan has to be cancelled. The sound of God's car horn, stopping the steps.

　

"Fine, Nis," he asked as the window glass opened.

　

"Can you just refuse, right?"

　

"Do I need to carry, let's be quick and not make the road jammed?" he said as he rolled his eyes.

　

I snorted, after seeing some vehicles coming to a stop in the back of his car. Sincerely not sincere, I follow the invitation.

　

　

I sneered lazily at him. Shift your eyes out the window. Though I've seen hundreds of times what's out there.

　

"We go the other way. It seems like you are bored every day through this path," said the God suddenly. It seems like he can read my mind.

　

Had it been, the man could have done the same, maybe ... What's wrong with me? Why is it suddenly melancholy, what because of the song that is playing.

　

'It's been written in the scars on our hearts

　

We're not broken

　

Just bent, we can learn to love again'

　

I gulped, my hands gradually wanting to press the off button. However, the Gods swiftly caught this fingers.

　

"Leave it. Let him prove, if the taste really goes. You will not be affected. But if the taste is still there, there is no need to hesitate to cry. My shoulder is still there for you."

　

The deg!

　

Oh my God, what's wrong with this? Why should Angga go far, when we should get to know each other's personalities more? Why does this heart come back together, with God? Why, why?

　

There are many words 'Why' that are now playing in the mind. And I don't have, not a single answer to parse it.

　

The god pulled the car over in a park, along with the cessation of the song 'Just Give Me a reason.'

　

I shook my head, letting the Gods regain my finger.

　

"She, come back to live with me. I'll make sure everything is much more beautiful than it used to be. Give me another chance, "he asked, wiping the back of this hand.

　

I want to say, "don't just be petted, all the incandescent. More useful." But I said it.

　

I looked straight into the eagle's eyes. Is there a lie there?

　

"slowly. Already late. I'm not the Nisa I used to be, I'm __" I'm stuck, unable to tell the truth. Bemoan.

　

The god withdrew this in the chest of his field. Nah! I can't cry in front of him. I bite this mouth, so that my pain decreases.

　

His hand rubbed this head gently, he knew I liked it. Slowly, until my shoulders drooped weakly in the wrap of both hands.

　

"I love you" she whispered in my ear.

　

Duerr!

　

Finally said those three beautiful words. For years I waited for him, waiting for him to tell me. I could no longer hold back the tears that had wanted to come out. Happy and floating this self.

　

He took off the twists of his hand. Lifting this chin. Closer to his face, closer, closer. Until I can feel the roar of the hunting breath.

　

He led my finger to touch his face. I rubbed both his jaws. I. .. I really like this face, past, present and forever.

　

My eyes were flabbergasted, as he pulled this chin back. Lord, I sinned against You and Angga.

　

"Mas Angga!" I screamed unconsciously. Eyes open. I pushed the face of the God who almost managed to smell the lipblam I wore.

　

The gods seem to be flinched. Either because of my edge or because of my screeches.

　

"Sorry, Sir. I can't, betray Mas Angga. He and I __"

　

"Why, Nis? What's going on between you two?" huffed.

　

"It!" I said while lifting up the finger that decorated the engagement ring.

　

"Me and Angga are engaged. Sorry," I said as I opened the car door, got out and walked to the sidewalk to haul a taxi. Soon, he managed to get into a taxi, leaving God alone.

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