Marriage But the Enemy

NTM: 1.3

After saying that, I turned my eyes away from her. Looking around. Look at the crowd in front of my eyes right now.

And, at a big table there, sat the other women of the generation that comprised; my mother, Viennese Aunt, Ms. Citra and Fabiola as the youngest members. The mothers of the oldest generation were engrossed in conversation with occasional laughs. While the prospective mother and the girl were busy cooking the available food. While on the other hand, the men of different generations gathered; father, Om Heri and Mas Aji. Don't know what they're talking about, but it feels like serious.

"Why did you follow me here? Though bring grilled corn just do not want me," he wrote in a sudden tone.

"If you want corn, please ask Fabiola. This is the one who loves." I said without bothering to look at him.

"Oh, huh? The Ola?"

I nodded, assuring. "Heem, uh,"

Then, suddenly he fell silent. The atmosphere around us immediately felt quiet and only heard the crowd from the yard there. A place where everyone gathers. I ignored Bian by my side, reluctant to even mince words in search of the topic of conversation with him.

Although our relationship was not familiar a few years ago when we were teenagers, it still had to change our relationship to a more positive direction, for example; friendship, really felt very awkward. Then it's better this way. Shut up with each other's business. Unaffected even though our families are adrift each other.

"Heh, your thesis... How is it?"

Kontan, I turned to him with the corn still stuck to my teeth, not finished to bite. There was no wind or rain, he asked like that. What's try?!

However, as she looked astonished by my face that expression, I quickly neutralized my expression again. Try to be as ordinary as before.

While biting and chewing I replied, "Yes, no way." I said indifferently.

"How's "Progress? How many percent are going to finish?"

"I don't know." My answer was short, which instantly made him snort.

"Why do you answer that ogah-ogahan?! Lo kel same me?!"

Immediately I who was still busy chewing the remaining corn in the mouth immediately turned towards him. Close your eyes, look at him. I watched his expression carefully. For some reason, I instead read the expression of concern from his face instead of looking for a commotion with me as usual. This time he seriously asked? Isn't it just a little talk, is it??

I grunt. After finishing the grilled corn and throwing the trash in place, I looked back at him straight. "Why can it be, no wind or rain, suddenly Fabian Ocean good and attention is equally this enemy?"

Kontan, Bian raised his thick eyebrows high up. "Enemies? Who??"

Well, it looks like my past grudges on this guy haven't disappeared yet huh!

Now, Bian looked at me seriously. He laughed gruntingly as if laughing at my words just now in a mocking manner.

I rolled my eyeballs. That was what he said years ago. The time he doesn't remember?

"Re, that's an old story. We are still in High School, still immature unstable teenagers. And now how many years have passed. We are both adults. The talk period of unstable teenagers like that you bring to adulthood anyway?!"

Kontan, replace me who laughs snorting because of it. So easy as he said that his sadistic sentence was just the talk of unstable teenagers?! Did he not think that I could have been hurt because of his labile remarks?!!

"So according to lo... the words of Fabian Samudra that I have heard it's just not important talk that good immediately forget, is it??" I looked at him fixedly. My eyes can't even escape the bead of those pitch-black eyes. But moments later, instead of getting more emotional, I found a wounded eye from his eye.

Wait, isn't it here that I'm being persecuted instead of him? But...why with that sad look?!

I threw my face away indifferently. Didn't want to think much about what Bian's gaze meant to me. For me, the past and the present are the same. It's been too long and rusty for us to fix everything. Especially with me who has to forget everything. Too late!

"Udah. Like you said, it's an old story. We shouldn't have to touch each other." Back, I looked at him. His face, not his eyes. I took a long breath. "But, I need to warn you, please don't care too much about me. Because it makes me uncomfortable."

Then, I just left her after saying that. Though I know, my words may be too harsh to hear. But that is the truth. I was too stiff to change things. Or rather, not wanting to change about what is between us now.

Like I said. This enmity was already too rusty to be turned into a friendship all of a sudden.

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