Let Time Talk

For me everything has changed

Why did he know about cup noodles that I hid tightly in dried foodstuffs.

"Eat...didn't you really want to eat noodles? Don't eat cup noodles, lots of micinnya" after preparing the two bowls of bangka noodles, he pulled the chair and sat on it.

With his leisure he began to eat the noodles in front of him.

"CK.all the food bought outside is also a lot of micinnya.."though grumbling, I also enjoy Bangka noodles that have been treating the taste of kangen in the cuisine of Beny bang whose surname is not far from my own home.

"Hey.wasn't it you who used to always promote the Beny stall bang that is healthier, cleaner, more hygienic.bla.bla.." he also chuckled on the sidelines of his activities chewing noodles that I think are delicious.

Again, he brought us the story of our past.

"Can not, you do not need to reveal the past. there is bi Sumi and Mr. Joko"sahutku sewot.

"Hmm.most of them are like everyone else..."

"I mean...?"

" Call you count how many people think we are a couple? That means we're compatible..."

"Uhuuk.." I choked on him. He handed me a glass of water.

People really are..

"Don't be rude to your brother-in-law heh!!" I said firmly to cover my cheeks that were starting to heat up.

Shouldn't we eat one table like this? Regardless of which side we are like a couple. Especially if there is a feeding scene, fix.persis newlyweds. Yep...Lord....

"Yes.iya my brother-in-law who is a pussy.but still cute.." he said in a funny tone. He was still enjoying the noodles interspersed with his laughter, it seemed like he was deliberately making me sewot.

"You .. after marriage , turned into an adult Kinan. Far from the shy geeky girl I used to know." he said again. Now in a more serious tone.

"Everybody has to change, right?" sahutku.

"But I'm not.I'm still like I used to be..."

I still enjoy my food without looking at it, I'm afraid he's dragging me back in time.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore, for me everything has changed.even I think you are the first to change.." I said flatly.

Slowly he put down his spoon, when at a glance I looked at him, he was silent to think. Maybe he's diving into what I said just now.

This silent atmosphere makes me uncomfortable, I should immediately finish this meal.

"I'm done, thanks for the noodles.." I started to get out of my seat. He was still silent and watching my movements that were cleaning my drinking utensils.

" Oh yes.tomorrow mother asked me to catch up with her, I. will be with you.."

"Hmm .. We leave at seven in the morning.."

"All right." I left him and walked to the kitchen to wash my cutlery.

The next morning, I was ready with a paper bag containing some clothes stels. I hope you didn't ask me to stay there too long.

Mas Devan .I went first yes, sadness came back to greet me when I realized that now I have become a widow. However the views of others must be different, if my appearance is excessive they must think that I am a centile widow who is looking for prey. But if I look dirty and dirty, they think I'm a frustrated young widow...

Hhh...Kinant..Kinan.ngapain also ngurusin said people.

I pulled out my small bag and went out of the room carrying a paper bag. I saw from a distance that Ryan was ready in the yard and playing with his phone.

"Bi Sumi's...Kinan left first yes.."my camit to Bu Sumi who is in the kitchen, while Mr. Joko said he was still bathing.

"Yes, be careful, oh yeah, Ryan said he wanted breakfast outside, so I didn't prepare anything.."

" Yes bi, I am also not hungry yet.has been bi, assalamualaikum..."

"Greetings waalaikum..."

I walked to the yard where Ryan and his car were.

Hearing my steps, she looked.

Oh my God . I feel bounced on the passage of time. I saw the man in the hat with the dark blue shirt and his sunglasses standing in front of me.

"We're leaving now?" that question awakened my daydream.

"Hmm. come.."so I nodded my head.

Again he reminds me of the beginning of our meeting. Why is my mind so easily carried away.

On the way, we were silent. Let me see the frenzied streets at work hours. Although a little stuck, but I enjoy it, there is a sense of longing when I was still working for the company, every morning must wrestle with time.

"What breakfast do you want?" ryan broke the silence.

I also looked for a moment.

"E. whatever you do..."

"Will chicken?"

I nodded my head in agreement.

A few minutes later, our car turned to a place not far from the highway. And stop right next to a fairly large tent that says "The chicken machete-pack"

After getting out of the car, he also invited me into the tent shop. There are not so many, only three people who occupy the elongated benches around the seller who is in the middle.

"Welcome ryan, monggo please sit down." said the middle-aged man smiling kindly.

"As usual, Mr. Kum, but now it's two portions." said Ryan while giving me a place.

"Well.did not stop by, now he has brought his wife.." said the man called Mr. Kum earlier.

Holy jeez!!! Again like this...

I turned and glared at the man next to me who was laughing at me.