Mine Maybe

Period

Vinsen did not lie when he said if his car had a problem, today his car is still in the workshop and he still uses Adisty's car. And something that must be taken care of is Isyana, these three days they only met at the office, it was even briefly because Vinsen was busy with his work.

There is not much time to talk about things, especially the future of their relationship. And lately, Vinsen feels Isyana as if closing herself off from him. And the only way to conquer the heart of the woman, is to come to her directly and speak.

Without knocking on the door, Vinsen reached into his pants pocket and took a house key from there. He immediately entered and turned the key, opening the door.

His steps were light as he entered the house and passed through the living room, staring at the large figura where his portrait with Isyana was smiling happily there.

Vinsen smiled as a woman stood looking at him with a surprised look and a glass of water in her hand.

"Hay,"

"You?" Isyana seemed to be in disbelief if in front of her was Vinsen. People who lately very rarely meet him.

"Don't miss me?" asked Vinsen while stretching out his hand. Isyana smiled, put the glass she held on the table under the figura, she then hugged Vinsen, inhaling the scent of the body of the man she missed so much.

"I miss you so much" said Isyana. Vinsen smiled hearing that. He rubbed the lover's back. Feeling Isyana's tight embrace on her body.

Chaotic, when his head actually remembers what happened between him and Adisty before he left. Vinsen did not know what prompted him to do this, which he knew, his feelings seemed to contradict his logic which strongly rejected Adisty's presence in his life.

"Vin, man,"

Isyana looked up, found Vinsen who was just daydreaming staring in front of her. The woman broke down the hug. "What's wrong?"

"Hmm?" spontaneously Vinsen looked at Isyana, the woman noticed.

"Emmm, how about a walk?" bargain Vinsen quickly, divert the conversation. Instead of being happy, Isyana just bent her face. He again took the glass he had put, drank the contents a little and sat on a long sofa in his living room.

Vinsen watched, then sat down next to Isyana. "What's wrong?"

"It seems too dangerous for us to go for a walk outside."

"No need to worry, we just need to stay in the car, or walk around in a quiet place."

"How's it?"

Lately, Vinsen felt too often at home, so the streets became an alternative for him to refresh the mind.

At her persuasion, Isyana was willing to take a walk with her. The two got into the car, Isyana's smile seemed to be broken, it felt like it had been a very long time not having fun with Vinsen.

And today, they will spend time together. Vinsen turned on the car engine, but he never sulked the four-wheeled vehicle, making the woman next to him wonder and turn to Vinsen.

"Is there a problem with the car?" half the wonder. Wishing anxious, afraid that his show with Vinsen today will fail.

"Nothing."

"Want to?"

Isyana just frowned staring at Vinsen who was fixed on looking at him. Suddenly he felt that Vinsen was very strange and different. The man's eyes as he looked at her, like, implying guilt, Isyana had no idea what she meant.

"Vin?"

Vinsen sighed, he took off the seatbelt he was wearing, grabbed Isyana's chin and fused their lips together. Isyana just closed her eyes, if Vinsen does something that makes her happy, it means nothing. Nothing worrying happened and everything will be fine.

Deep in the heart of a Vinsen, he is just trying to erase what happened between himself and Adisty. Because since then, the woman's face continues to nest in Vinsen's head, making her head feel like breaking.

The sensation he felt at that time still made his blood flow feel stopped.

By removing it with Isyana, maybe her feelings will improve. He didn't want to think about Adisty.

*

*

Zyla was already farewell first due to some business, leaving Adisty with only Dian at home. Her mother-in-law had just finished making cookies and served them to Adisty.

"Try on tasting," he said excitedly. Adisty nodded. Take one cookie and bite it. Dian looked at her, hoping to be anxious with her daughter-in-law's assessment.

"How's it?"

"Nake,"

"Thank God."

"Disty should help Mama." Adisty regretted because he could only pay attention to Dian when making the cake earlier.

"When do we do it together, how?"

"By, Ma."

Two different women of that generation smiled warmly. For Adisty, turning upside down with Vinsen, Dian treated her very well. Even the gaze of the middle-aged woman seemed sincere every time she saw it. As if, the marriage between himself and Vinsen is based on love, not a mutual symbo-ism that can be obtained by both sides of the family.

Dian saw it as if Adisty was his son-in-law, the woman who became his son's wife, not the youngest daughter of the Aerospace family.

"How are you with Vinsen?" Dian asked with her hand touching the back of Adisty's hand.

"It looks like Vinsen still needs a lot of time, Ma. No papa,"

Dian smiled gently. "You're strong, dad. Mama knows Vinsen, he's a good boy. One day, he'll be able to accept you."

Adisty was only able to nod and smile. It all depends on time as long as Adisty is ready to wait.

Ready to wait for Vinsen to love her, or wait for Vinsen to leave her.

At exactly two o'clock in the afternoon, Dian bailed home. Leaving Adisty in her quiet home, she gets a call from Meghan asking her how she is doing. The woman was busy herself because Adisty did not give her a hand if she was sick.

"Not so bad, my legs just blisters. You know for yourself how Mas Chandra and Mr. Rean are always overkill."

"really? But thank goodness if you're right don't papa."

"Ahh, you are lucky to have both of them, and also your husband."

"I want to see you, but the restaurant is very crowded right now." Meghan sounded sad.

"No papa, my legs have recovered, we can meet sometime."

"I'm disappointed,"

"What's wrong?"

"You should have told me, the impression is I'm not a good friend to you."

Adisty laughs. That's how an unhappy Meghan and a person who cares for her. "No papa, you just go back to work."

"Pity your customers if you're just struggling with the phone."

"Jas. If you're cured, let me know and come to the restaurant. I'll treat you."

"Yes. Alright,"

Phone disconnected. Adisty stayed in place, she touched her lips. Vinsen, when is that guy coming home?

TB