Late Wedding?

Special Part (pov Kenzo)

People say that love does not have to be.

People say love should be ready to hurt.

People say love has to be blind

People say that love is nonsense.

And there are many more people's opinions about what love is like. But to me, love is sacred. Haha, sounds like the title of Mama's favorite soap opera. All right, I'm just kidding. For myself love is like Kafka's favorite nano candy, the pounding of Aqilla.

Aw, Aqilla. The real name I don't want to mention or don't want to hear. But I wanted to meet because of longing.

God, just found out I miss my ex-lover as bad as this. So torturous and make the entire chest cavity tight.

Yeah, correct. We dated for quite a while but just parted ways a few days ago. Because my tenure to keep people's soul mates is over and I can't extend it anymore. Makes me now have a new singles status, which of course is still mentally krupuk because it is not used to it. So it is natural that I am not sad and gigaluria because I just broke up?

Please say, yes!

If I knew it would end tragically like this, I might not have chosen to date. At least getting used to it yourself is much better than getting used to it yourself. Oh, blimey! Seems like my broken heart was serious enough to see my bad thoughts just now.

"Why, Mas?"

I frowned confusedly, when I heard Kesha's question, my only way sister who had been proposed by her lover a few months ago.

My God, my sister who is five years younger than me already has a future husband, when I do not have a future wife. Ck. Totally disgraceful.

"Well, why daydream again? What the hell else do you think?" Kesha asked with her bony face that was ingrained.

While I just snorted, and then put it on kepo.

"Think of Qilla?" guess Kesha, which is not entirely true, but not false either.

I'm pissed off. "Not to go!" Expelled her.

But Kesha is not his name if he is expelled immediately leave voluntarily. The woman who works as a teller at one of these private banks smiled disdainfully. It made me spontaneously pick up the couch cushion beside me, then throw it in his face.

"It's normal" I said sewot.

Understandably broken hearted people easily sensi.

"You broke up, huh?" said suddenly.

My body stiffens. Mucus! Kesha knows where?

"From Mbak Qilla's. I went to the button, shaved."

I looked at him in panic. "Measure what?"

"I measured my body. Make a wedding dress."

"Are you making it there?"

With a casual look on her face, Kesha nodded.

"Can't you?"

Kesha clucked in dislike while looking at me fiercely. "Yes, it can be, people from the beginning want to make it there," he said later.

"But Mas-" I stopped my line. Almost got caught.

"Udah is breaking up with Qilla" Kesha said, adding without burden.

I gawk.

I'm panicking.

Mucus! This is Qilla, what is Kesha's story? Gosh, all this I must be teromelin all-out with Kesha.

Kesha. "I don't understand, same way of mind, Mas. What the hell is in your brain? Whahuh? How to make a good coffee?"

"What the hell, Ke," I grumbled. "It's my business with Qilla. You don't have to interfere."

"If I don't interfere, you won't be able to know the contents of Qilla's heart, Mas."

I swallowed my saliva, nervous. Anjir, gini really introgasi adek himself. Make jiper half-dead.

Kesha let out a desperate breath. "So, now what do you want to do?"

What kind of question is that. Ambiguous, not clear. A person who has been cut off can only do two things. If you don't move on, kill yourself. Uh, so the second option is serem. Okay, okay, we'll change. If you don't move on, fight again. Since Aqilla already does not want me to fight, yes, the only thing I can do, yes move on.

"Malah daydreams," grumbled Kesha.

I'm clucking. "Move on," my ketus ferociously.

"Huh?"

"Yes, did you ask me what I wanted to do, right?" Kesha nodded in confirming. "Yes, move on what I want to do."

"Oh." Kesha beroh'ria' while understanding. "Need help?"

I glanced at him, then nodded. "Can. I think it's necessary."

"Is there an event this week at the cafe?" ask Kesha.

I thought while remembering, then shook my head. "I don't think so, anyway."

"Are you ready for a blind date?"

"HUH?!"

"Okay," Kesha protested while hitting my arm.

"Mas surprised," I'm honest.

"Game!"

"Yes, yes. Mas ready. But Cariin's the Mas type, huh?"

"Sw! Look for the same, ask for help."

"Hey! You are the nawarin, yes. Not Mas."

"Just like that."

"Different."

"Either."

"Different."

"Same. Point."

I immediately shut up. Okay, this time I gave up because I wanted to find the antidote to my broken heart. But next time? Yeah, look at the situation too. Haha.

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