LIKE I CAN'T SEE

CHAPTER 43 HAS A SHITTY FRIEND

My work hours are over. Today Kintan did not bring his car because this morning entered the workshop. I had to drive her home because our house is now in the same direction. Besides these nights I don't have the heart to see him come home with online services.

Somehow my relationship with him is at the moment. Kintan felt very immune to my attitude. If a few years ago he had ambitions to pursue my love, but now he only lives a destiny that flows just like that.

Not because he doesn't want to come after me anymore. But maybe a little tired because I keep hoping.

In the car we just kept quiet. There was no serious talk along the way. I looked from the side, it seemed like Kintan was lazy to talk to me.

"Why do you change your bent face so?", I'm gonna tell him to break the silence.

"Emmm. Maybe a little unwell like you were", he replied while chuckling slightly insinuating me.

I also laughed immediately. "So angry that I didn't tell you about it?", our conversation suddenly returned to normal as usual.

"Either Jo. You are now covered a lot with me. Come on, I'm your best friend. Story with me", the question offered.

How am I going to tell you this is about old wounds. Although Kintan says he currently thinks I'm his best friend but I know he still has the wounds I give.

In fact, until now he also chose himself and did not have a lover. Even blatantly reject the arranged marriage that his parents had planned. Although he never said he still loved me, but I can tell by the way he looked at me.

"If I told you about a woman a few years ago who was still in my heart would you like to hear it?", I don't know why I asked that question.

"Did you meet her earlier?", asked Kintan suddenly. Didn't answer my question but he was enthusiastic to ask back.

I was silent too. Afraid of hurting him again. "Jo relax, my heart's hardened. Unlike Kintan a few years ago", he said convincingly like knowing what I was thinking.

"What do you mean hold up? Is it made of steel? Strangely enough you are!", I said a little joking very crisp in my opinion.

She smiles. "If you meet him back, chase him down Jo don't delay anymore. You deserve to be happy" he said, turning sad.

"Hey, what do you mean tell me to be happy? We should be happy together, right? Why did you refuse the match?", I finally asked.

"You told me to be happy. While you yourself to this day choose still alone and ignore the people who love you Tan", yes, I know. Many people like this woman. But he was very difficult to approach and chose to ignore.

"I don't like them Jo. And for the matchmaking from the beginning I did not like his overprotective attitude with me. I still want freedom" he explained. Before I finally got out of my car because I got in front of his house.

"Thank you Jo, you've taken me home".

I just smiled while nodding. What a nice woman, but I wasted it to make her hurt.

Try to find your happiness by opening your heart.

"Assalamualaikum Mother. How come you haven't slept?", I said as I opened the door. Mom is sitting on the couch watching TV.

Since I became a doctor and worked at Harapan Bunda hospital, I brought my mother to the residential area where Kintan lived.

He helped me find housing. To be closer to work.

My dreams can be achieved one by one. But the dream of getting Jessy apparently had to go back I kept it deep. I can't go after somebody's wife. What would someone else say would label me as a cleaner?

"Not sleepy. Mom had gone to bed earlier and woke up at eight", replied Mom.

I took his hand. As usual kiss the back of the woman's hand. Noble hearted woman. Who raised me with great struggle and compassion.

"Yes Mak. Jessy is now a success. Jovan cleaned up first, Mom", I quickly entered the room. Avoiding our conversation about Jessy.

I lay my body in the room. While looking at chat after chat that goes into my phone. Most of them come from Dodi.

O, yes Dodi is now also a doctor. But we work in a different hospital. But not infrequently he approached me and vice versa.

His relationship with Amel is also inseparable. I even heard that in the near future he will be engaged to Amel.

Long time playing it either reply to which message. Suddenly his phone rang. His best friend's name appeared on the screen.

Jovan :What?

Dodi: Not sleeping at this hour?

Jovan :Not yet to go home to night service.

Dodi:When do you find a wife? (dodi Street)

Jovan: If the phone mallem-malem only want ngledekin. I'm closing now (pretending to be angry)

Dodi :Eits.don't dong. Okay sorry. I just called to hang out. Jessy was in Indonesia a few days ago.

Jovan :He knows.

Dodi:Kok knows? Don't tell me you've met?

Jovan:Not met, but I saw it.

Dodi :News dong.

Jovan :Kok so kepo now rich Amel. Males, tomorrow. I'm going to bed.

Closing Dodi calls. Not to ignore his best friend. But he's tired of talking about Jessy tonight. She was forced to avoid the mother who talked about Jessy.

"Who are you calling Yank?", Jessy said from the toilet. Apparently at this hour they are still hanging out at the cafe. It is a couple who sometimes forget time.

"Who else. Tuh the kunyuk. Apparently already know that Jessy in Indonesia".

"Have they met?", Amel was curious.

"Not exactly, but Jovan saw him".

"Keep Jovan nyapa or nyamperin Jessy?", he asked increasingly curious.

"Know the child. Could be non. He didn't want to tell me instead of calling me in matiin" Dodi complained to Amel.

Amel snorted in annoyance. Why have a classmate who is less willing to ask for forgiveness. Choose to love in silence and wonder according to what he thinks. Doesn't want to try to directly ask the person asking for clarity. It sucks in his opinion.

connect. love love everything.