Late Wedding?

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If I'm honest, until now I'm still quite sorry about my actions yesterday. All he could do was easily follow his orders, from giving me the keys to my car, letting Reynand drive and take me with no apparent purpose. Even I easily gave her my phone number indirectly.

I was quite astonished by the sudden contents of my brain like such a fool. Oh, mercy. I think I'm that stupid.

My problem and that of Kenzo hasn't even hit a bright spot until this second. I haven't even contacted her since that night. And I'm actually creating new problems. Like this, I look like a man who is tired of setting foot on this earth. God, how am I going to face my days tomorrow?

"Work, woy! Work! Why dream of mulu? Noh, your employees are under hard work. His boss's time was just a foot-barge."

I was quite surprised at the arrival of the Monik that I had not been able to realize, who knew it was now standing in front of my desk while looking at me with a look of pity.

Hey, I wasn't that sad until I had to be given that kind of look.

"Gapain come here? Where's illa?" ask me when I can't find anyone behind or beside him.

"below. Play with her son Mother Husna."

"Why did you come here?" many wonder.

Monik is rarely played since marriage and have children, here if there is a need. That's why I'm surprised because Monik has been here lately.

"Your mandorin," said the relaxed Monik.

I immediately looked at the fierce Monik. "Why is my foreman?"

"Because you mostly daydream from work. So need a foreman."

I clucked in annoyance at this totally unfunny joke of his. "It's not funny to swear, Mo. Go home!" expirku fierce.

But instead of obeying my orders, the Monik sat in front of me.

"I'm here to hear your curses."

"When did I tell you to confide?" I looked at the confused Monik.

"Yes, you didn't say you wanted to vent. But, as a sensitive and experienced woman, I know you definitely need to vent."

I looked at Monik for a moment.

Should I tell you about what I experienced yesterday?

"That's a story!"

I looked at Monik once more. I still hesitated to tell him. Whatever happened yesterday felt like a disgrace, and it was impossible for me to tell my own disgrace, even to my own best friend. Which is basically already knowing our bad good, maybe better than the Father and also Mother in Semarang.

"If you want to tell a story, a story. Don't think too much! Time goes on."

I sighed resignedly. Then start telling me everything. Starting from my arrival to Reynand's workplace, my late scene, until Reynand and I were indirectly exchanging mobile numbers. I explained as much detail as possible. But Monik didn't respond well to my story. He just looked at me without saying a word. Makes me angry and sorry for having told him at length.

"Go back!" expirku fierce. "So maksa I told you, the turn has been told the response is so. Very nice nyebelin anyway," I sulked later.

The moniker was still with his expression just now, not changing in the slightest. It pissed me off half to death.

Oh, mercy. May I still have enough patience, so as not to choke his neck in annoyance.

"Sorry, I'm kind of in shock. I didn't know it had reached that stage. Oops, sorry again. I'm not mak-"

"Yes," I said, pretending I didn't care. Even though in my heart, how about it too.

"There are two possibilities here, La. The first may be the answer to your doubts, because all this time always rejects the marriage invitation from Kenzo. And second, it's just a test for your story. Yeah, well, who knows Reynand's presence and what you're feeling right now isn't really love, it's just a test of your story."

I was listening to a moniky explanation that sounded reasonable.

"It's just my advice to ask your heart exactly, La, who's there. Don't focus on who knows you first or longer."

Again I understand. Then stand up and approach him.

"Thanks, Mo, make it clear."

Monik smiled in satisfaction while patting my shoulders slowly.

"So you know who you're going to choose?" tanyanya looks kepo.

"Not yet" I replied casually.

I'm not lying. Because I do not know for sure who I will choose to be a husband and father for my children later.

"Gendheng boy!"

I just laughed at the Javanese Monik.

******

After a vague sleep-chat with Monik, I immediately contacted Kenzo, asking him to meet to discuss our matter. Right after the adzan isya' reverberated, Kenzo arrived at the boutique. I greeted him with pleasure.

"Macet?" tanyaku.

"No. The office hours are finished," he answered immediately took a position sitting on the sofa.

"I cook pasta. You want?" hail me from the kitchen.

Without looking Kenzo nodded. His focus is now on finding a tv channel that interests him.

"Is our relationship okay with me?" kenzo asked as I placed two plates of pasta and two glasses of water on the table.

I chuckle. "Eat first! Talk to her later, okay?"

Without any intention of refuting, Kenzo nodded. Then began to enjoy my cooking, sometimes he threw his jokes when commenting on my cooking. Doesn't everything look okay?

"Since you're cooking, it's my turn to do the dishes?" asked Kenzo, after we finished finishing our pasta.

I'm shaking. "No. We need to talk now" I refused later.

Although Kenzo looked disappointed, he did not argue. He took down the dirty dishes and put them back on the table. I tried to force my smile while muttering thanks.

Kenzo glanced at me at a glance then nodded. "Capek is natural, La, just doesn't mean because I'm tired I want to give up anyway. I love you, so I have to fight and be patient waiting for you."

"Until when?"

Kenzo sighed. "Until you don't want me to fight anymore" he sounded desperate. He looked at me deeply, like he was looking for something from both of my eyeballs. "Do you still want me to fight or not?" tanyanya calm.

I shook weakly. Kenzo certainly should not fight for the futile. I don't have to hold it.

"Let's stop here, Ken."

I know I'm stupid. Letting go of Kenzo is the stupidest act and one I might regret later on. However, I don't think holding Kenzo is a good option either. I can't keep holding him back, I can't be selfish. Despite the pain and heaviness, I did have to let go.

Kenzo still remained silent calmly, not responding. His expression is hard to guess. Between pretending not to be surprised, or indeed he had predicted before.

I was suddenly confused as to how, as almost 3 minutes had passed, but Kenzo was still in silent action.

"Ken," call me to break the silence.

Kenzo immediately sighed while scolding his temple, then looked at me.

"You're to the point really, really" he joked a little.

Even so, he was not too able to hide the look of his disappointed face. Makes me grimace.

Kenzo nodded. "OKAY. If you don't want me to fight, yes."

"Kens,"

"I knew. I know you'd like to say that, La. Sorry because all this time I just closed my eyes, and denied that you weren't sure enough about me" Kenzo said before I said.

"No, Ken. I'm pretty sure about you, it's just, a few days ago I met a new person" I said slowly. Afraid that it might hurt him.

Kenzo was a little surprised to hear my confession, but a few seconds later he smiled.

"I also met new people" he said with a small smile.

"I mean it-"

"Yes, La, opposite sex." Kenzo nodded in confirming.

Sontak made both my eyes bulged spontaneously.

Waitaminute!

What does this mean?

"Although I haven't completely fallen in love with Kesha's friend yet, she's quite sweet and also attractive. I think it's easy enough for me to fall in love with her immediately."

My eyes suddenly warmed when I heard his confession. I feel guilty for Kenzo. He's too good for me to hurt like this. He waited for me for years, but it was precisely this kind of answer that I gave.

"Ken, forgive me," I said softly.

I lyrics Kenzo who is now smiling sincerely while shaking his head.

"It doesn't matter who's right or wrong, La, because I'm wrong. The important thing is that we have to live happily, even if we are not together anymore."

Oh, my God, even when we were about to part his mouth was that sweet.

"Why aren't you angry? I was indirectly betrayed. And you should be angry" I sobbed my face in shame.

I could hear Kenzo's crisp laughter, making me reflexively lower both hands off my face. What's he fuckin' up?

"You're so excited, make me want nyium. Honey our status has become a mantanan, not a mantenan."

"Not funny, Ken. I swear," I said it to Kenzo to laugh again.

"So you really want to see me angry as much as raging?" ask kenzo suddenly.

I stopped the movement of my hand that was about to pull the tissue sheet, looked at it for a while then shook my head firmly. Kenzo, if it's angry, it's a serem, I should be lucky because he just laughed. Why did I protest earlier.

Kenzo clucking. "Plin plan really, anyway," grunts later.

Suddenly a crazy idea came to my mind.

"Ken," called me while looking at him seriously.

"Why?" tanyanya looks confused.

"You're farwell kiss?"

"WHAT?!"

Kenzo's eyes are perfectly rounded. It was obvious that he was really surprised.

I laughed a little and then shook my head. "Yes, it's not."

Kenzo smiled awkwardly. "Cirain really. No wonder if really, I could have failed to move on."

I'm nodding. "So we're splitting up all right, this. Not because I cheated," I asked to make sure with a little joke.

Kenzo immediately greeted him, but still nodded.

"So we're official?" ask Kenzo in a witty tone.

"Yes." Yeah." I'm nodding.

"Official mantan,"

"Not a spell."

Tbc,