Miss To Move Diary

I'm sorry, I'm,,

"You busy at the office?" Mom asked, when we were on the phone.

"Lumayan ma, what's wrong? Mama's healthy?"

I started to worry about my mom.

My mom doesn't usually ask me about my work.

"No, you're healthy, thank God. If there's free time, go home, take your brother too." My mother made me worry more.

"Who's mom at home?" Manya make sure.

"There is an Asih, //A woman who works at my mother's house) she already lives here. Your brother is here too. But Sunday will go home." Mama said. I am a little quiet listening.

It turns out that bang Vhen ga came home to his mother's house.Maybe still in his father-in-law's house, because he's not in my house.

"Yes ma, Yevn came home Saturday.. If tomorrow Yevn field work to subdistrict Y, do not know until what time." My speech.

"Yes, you heart, wherever you step, step foot, do not forget worship, much alms, let the provision be a blessing." My mom always reminds me.

After closing the phone I opened the car door intending to go straight home.

Eva got into the car and looked very tired.

"Yevn, !"

Looked at the man who called, walking half-run towards me.

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Friday I was wearing semi-formal clothes because I was going to field work.

Black office pants with long navy combination shirt and matching hijab.

I still wore the name bed that was placed on the right side of my chest.

Eva I took field work, which she initially refused. But after I feared Jerry's anger, he finally agreed. 😅😅

The event is located on one of the beachside which is attended by various artist communities from three districts.

Various performances were performed, music art, dance, comedy drama, gymnastics, including symbolic handover of funds, and various other events.

Dishes with a variety of variants, ranging from light to heavy meals.

The event was interrupted because Muslim men who will perform Friday prayers. Then the show resumed.

I was called by mc, at first I thought I didn't mean it, just the same name. But no one has a 'strange' name here let alone mc mention the title and government agency where I work.

Quick, because one of the musical accompanists is bang Aye. He must have been the one who found it because of.

I went on stage, bang Aye just laughed at me, it's legal, it's her.

Finally I duet with one of the art participants by performing a melayu duet song.

Then mc did a question and answer, because I happened to be the one who joined the communion over the art of music in the province.

Until I was asked to play a song using the violin.

//I came here because of an assignment, not a participant from one of the art communities present.. 😭

When the handover of funds and charters made by the camat of the three districts, Mr Kavin got his turn, he was accompanied by an aide and,,,, wait, Roziana??

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At 4pm, the event is over, only fellow community and group entertainment events remain.

Arriving in front of the fence, a car approached, he asked me to come with him for a while.

I followed him, and the car drove somewhere.

He still wears a complete work uniform such as at the event location, navy brackets, complete with knee-length songket, and bed names attached 'Alfandy Kavindra, SSTP, MPA-camat X' subdistrict'.

I don't know what made him urge me to go with him. What because,,,,,

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I glanced at her who was putting up, what expression is that? He seems full of anger. His gaze was straight forward, sharp.

But what makes it what it is now?

We just kept quiet with each other. Busy with their feelings.

Until he stopped his car at a cafe located in one of the music studios.

I know this place, it belongs to bang Aye. But why did he come to bring me here. Are you tired all day at the event site? I'm already sultry, I even need house air right now.

I followed him sitting on one of the benches made of wood with natural colors, right in the corner of the window that displays the view from the second floor.

It's not as crowded on the ground floor of the cafe.

He looked at me with meaning, honestly I was scared by him.

"Have you heard people talking there?" Ask her.

I don't understand the exact direction of the talk.

"What?" My speech.

"I know you heard it, about Ana who,,,, I, I, I," He didn't say perfectly. But I understand what that means.

The flashback

When the handover of funds and charters made by the camat of the three districts, Mr Kavin got his turn, he was accompanied by an aide and,,,, wait, Roziana??

"Is Ozy now on the field? But, as far as I know this isn't the field, or maybe Ozy is one of the members of the art community? Since when? During school with her, I never knew if she was in any art. Maybe he's been following since college, I don't know." Mumbles.

But, I think Ozy is more impressed trying to set aside his distance and limiters with the ice man. Maybe I got carried away, as I once knew if he put his heart on polar man.

The frown from the lips of those around me began to sound.

'That's mr. camat's girlfriend,'

'*That's R*oziana right, how can you be close to the camat huh?'

'With her engagement times,'

'But it fits, it's not a problem, as I know Mr. Kavindra is still alone.'

I just heard everything silently, and chose to devour the fruit that was on my plate.

Someone nudged my arm, that's Sister Sri, one of the employees of the X subdistrict office.

//Before I mentioned Sister Sri in the previous chapter.

Flashback off

I just kept waiting for what to say.

"This boomerang for our relationship, this is actually the reason I don't want this relationship we hide. Indeed I know what you mean to ask us this way, and there are some positive things. But I think there's still a lot of negativity."

I kept quiet, listening, what she wanted.

"Other than dealing with Ana. You know, the news created from mouth to mouth is sharp, and can widen. I didn't hear it straight away, thankfully Sri conveyed to me."

"I don't want you to think strangely about me, with gossip and hoax news. It's not easy to get to this point, Yevn. You know how I got all this, even though it's still bland in your heart."

Honestly hearing every word and sentence from this ice block, I really feel very guilty about him.

God, god,

if in front of me this man is recorded in Lauhul mahfudz as my soul mate, then soften my heart,,

Present a feeling that makes me sincerely accept it and welcome it.

don't let me hurt and zolimize him and his heart....

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"Sir Kavin,,,,"

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,,,,"Sorry"

Connect,,,,,