LIKE I CAN'T SEE

CHAPTER 36 IS HE MARRIED?

Three letters of application I managed to complete at exactly eleven o'clock at night. I put down my pen. I lay down while stretching the muscles that had felt stiff.

I finally fell asleep because I was tired.

"Related to apply for your job Jo?", asked Dodi when this morning I had approached her home and told her all my intentions.

"Rest assured. Although I got a scholarship, but I also need to buy this. Laptops especially".

"Mending you try in cafe Om Dodi only son. Instead of going around looking for it yourself. Om Dodi can help you. Yes, yes?", Dodi's mother's voice from inside when she wanted to go to work. He apparently heard our conversation.

"Yes, Dodi can take you there. Later you help talk to his Om Dodi", said Mr. Dodi.

This family helped me again. Fixes. I am now in that cafe. He was accepted to work there as a bartender. A classic cafe that looks romantic for young couples who visit it.

"So how? Do you like it?", asked Dodi, the owner of the cafe. Who was none other than his father's brother Dodi.

I nodded quickly. "Yes sir, thank you for accepting Jovan to work here" I said.

"Don't call me Sir. Call Om like Dodi called me".

"Well sir, uh Om".

"Thanks very Do. You always help me through my hard times" I said on our way home.

"It's easy, rich as anyone. I even thought you were my brother".

"Where? Did you call Jessy?", asked Dodi when we reached Dodi's house half an hour ago. As usual, playing guitar in the room.

I shook my head slowly. Makes Dodi careless. "Why do you want to get that feeling?".

"Don't know Do. I'm not rich enough", I replied.

"Jo, Jo didn't even immediately shoot real feelings. There must be a process. Minimal approach used to be rich me".

"Seriously you already pdkt the same Amel?", my question turned enthusiastic to make Dodi who had been so astonished.

"What is it, what is it" said Dodi throwing a pillow at me. Dodi knows I avoided talking about Jessy. I don't know about myself. The desire in my passionate heart was defeated with my unyielding attitude going forward.

Nightfall. I ended up sending an email to Jessy. But with a new account that I had made suddenly. Same with my other accounts on Sosmed.

Isn't that so cowardly? I'm the one who's in this but doesn't dare to show my true form.

I waited for a reply for almost an hour. And I finally got it.

This who? Whose Junior High School friend? that is how it will be in return.

Oh myGod. I even told her I was her Junior High friend. Jessy was wondering. Try if I say upperclassman. Will Jessy instantly recognize the owner of this mysterious account?

Not enough to get here. Leaving a reply message from Jessy I hung without clarity is like my love story to you. Ea ea's.

Don't seriously read it. Come on eat first😊🤗.

I switched to one of his social accounts. Lucky Jessy's account isn't in private. So I can freely see her beautiful face through the photos she uploaded. As well as know his daily life.

What makes my eyes wide is not just his picture. But I was more surprised at the caption he wrote on the upload.

Get well soon mommy and papi Bagas.

Duarrr.

Like being struck by lightning in the middle of a ball field. My heart is rumbling. This chest tightness. Is Jessy married to Bagas and has children?

Remember Bagas also lived there. And do not rule out the possibility of them getting married young even though they are still in school. Life here and there is different.

I grabbed my hair rough. Really do mourn my defeat. The loser acted faster because he lost his true treasure.

"Ssttts. Is he really married? Then why didn't Amel tell me about it?", I suddenly remembered Amel.

I have had a lot of dialogue with myself. Ask questions and answer yourself. Just like crazy. Crazy for love. And harboring feelings that have not been conveyed it turns out to be more painful than having been honest about the feelings but rejected. Upsss ✌ who's hayo?

Two weeks passed. Forget for a moment about the puzzle of Jessy's life. For two weeks I was busy.

"Jo, go to college! Let Boy replace your job!", the cafe owner said.

"Yes Om", I answered. It's different from Boy's reaction. I know my friends like that don't like me.

If I read from his attitude all along. Maybe he was jealous. Because the cafe owner always asked him to replace my job. Because I don't want to miss my college.

From the beginning, Dodi accepted me to work there, purely to help me. And who cares about my true situation?

They're the ones who've been working with Dodi's Omnya for a long time. Unlike me who has not been there for a month but has been treated with special. They are obviously envious. One of them is Boy.

Although his Om Dodi repeatedly introduced me to them as his nephew, their gazes were intimidating and uncompromising.

But yeah, that's it. Am I not used to this kind of situation? Without thinking much I have changed my work clothes with shirts and jeans like the appearance of college children generally.

Dodi was waiting for me in front. Since her oms told me earlier.

"A really long time? Go to sleep first! Cepetan keburuh kiler lecturer rampaging if we are late. Do not expect to be free from his sentence!", said Dodi reminded me of the most creepy lecturer figure.

I also immediately turned on my motor starter and skipped ahead of Dodi.

"Bad son! Waiting even ninggalin", yelling Dodi yells that I clearly did not hear. Only the author is horrified while grinning.

Arriving at the campus parking lot. Dodi, who had gotten off his bike, hit me on the shoulder with his bag. "I don't know if I'm samperin to work. You have no morals!", said Dodi to me.

"Sorry, sorry.kan you who said that now the lecturer kiler class. Yes, I will not let it be too late to keep us punished again", I ask.

"Whatever. If you are afraid of being late, why is it still on the bike? Hunt come!", take Dodi running. I realized the class was starting in five minutes.

Buggg. Because in a hurry I bumped into someone to make his books fall apart.

"I'm sorry - sorry accidentally!", I said as I picked up the scattered book.

We sat facing. Until a hand pulls my right ear. "Jo...ayo get to class! It was even fun-loving" said the middle-aged man while looking at me intently. He's the kiler. Mr. Bono.