Miss To Move Diary

Between Ada And No

I was neat with a brown-colored robe, with small lines forming a square that was light brown, and pasmina that matched the color of the small lines in my robe.

"Well, how come the Pole is here? Where's eva?" I asked with suspicion in my heart.

Bang Vhen was more confused and clueless, meaning that Bang Vhen was not involved,,,,, that was,,,,,

So, this is allaaaaaa,,,,,, 'Evvvaaaaaaaa, watch out if I get to see your shadow.' Mumbles.

After breakfast, inevitably I was forced to go with the usual poles, while I was not upset.

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"Assalamu'alaikum, baby.." I threw my warm smile at him, my heart was clouded, but I didn't expect rain to fall. I am tired of crying,, no longer happy who is truly sincere to me now and in the future.

I swiped the gravestone engraved by his name, the man who has been enthroned in my heart until now.

Arfan Hadi Al - Ghifary bin Usman Al - Ghifary.

"Uhibbuka Fillah sis, thanks to my brother's patience in training me, I can be at this point, I will make my brother proud as my teacher, as my future priest candidate in the future,, welcome me to appreciate the love God has prepared for us, I will fix myself to be worthy to greet you later."

I resist the speed and swift rain that wants to immediately pour out longing. But I don't want to cry.

Before I go home, I slip my misses in the temple of reason to the creator.

I didn't notice the presence of another man behind me. When I turn my back, it looks like Mr. Kavin is staring in any direction. I was caught by her gaze which made me ask. I completely forgot about Mr. Kavin's presence near me today.

I immediately passed regardless of Mr. Kavin who was busy with his thoughts.

Which then he followed behind me.

Inside the polar car is still in the steering chair that focuses on the road. There was no sound between us until we arrived at my mother's house.

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Mama's cooking in the kitchen, I'm helping her right away, the invisible pole after receiving the phone.

I'm sure the ice man must be happy that mama has prepared the ingredients for my polar pack's favorite menu.

I'll just watch him eat this processed seafood, because I don't take allergy medications.

Fate sided with Mr. Kavin today.

All the food is on the table. Mama, me, Mr. Kavin is sitting around the table enjoying lunch.

"Mom, there's a guest in front." Say mbak Asih to my mother who happened to have finished eating.

"Consideration, where have you been? Come eat mba." I said to mba Asih.

"What is Yevn, continue to eat, mba is fasting." Answer the Asih.

"Oh, sorry mba." My speech.

"Yes, what's wrong. Continue eating, mba stay out first yes. Sir continue to eat."

"Yes, thank you." Answer poles. I glanced at him who was sitting beside me after Asih left.

"You can also say thank you." Ketus.

The polar sir just grinned while peeling the shrimp skin without looking at me.

Shrimp on the top of my plate, I stared at it with my mouth filled with rice that I had not yet chewed.

"I can't eat shrimp, the cure's gone."

"Eat, there's medicine in the car." Reply polar makes my eyes sparkle.

"Why just say," Without thinking twice I directly devoured shrimp and bamboo shells that have been peeled by this genius polar pack.

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I sat down with the poles on the beach before we decided to go home. The distance between the beach and the house is not so far, it only takes about 15 to 20 minutes drive.

I sat in the hut court dangling my legs down, the pole sitting beside me doing the same.

The wind blows sepoy with the sound of waves that recite the temple long to greet the coral.

My veil danced nari to the rhythm of the wind blowing it.

Suddenly my heart was rattled by the thought of mother Megha's words about the liquid that might have been stuck in the polar shirt at that time.

"What's so funny?" Ask her.

"No, I remember far away."

"That's lucky, just remember it you could be happy like this. A man?" Ask poles.

"No, a woman with two children."

I told her a little about Megha. Not much, just tell me who Megha's mom is.

I didn't expect the poles to respond well and warmly to me. Communication between us went well without any burden, I told him like a friend.

Work status and relationships are forgotten and we are free to wander with a casual and light story.

Until time passed quickly, we decided to go home.

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On the way home to my house, Mama and Kavin were busy telling stories and responding to each other. I was amazed by their closeness.

Polar man is not as long as he freezes, he can melt in place. Mama, the one that made him release the title 'pole' that is known by many people.

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"Cock you here?" Ask her.

"Yes, I'm dropping off Sigit's lost bang stuff back at the office again." Her speech.

At first I was quite surprised by his presence, because polar humans are not present here, which is replaced by sekcam.

Ozy and I continued to chat in between my busy life today.

I respect him, taking my time in the middle of the event I'm attending.

Until his words took away my consciousness almost completely.

"Yevn, let go of Mr. Kavin."

I was silent, my throat was dry, because I was still speechless and still silent by pretending to be okay with what I just heard, Ozy continued to babble.

Rambling with all the overflow of feelings and problems, the name of the pole continues to be called repeatedly.

"It's not as easy as you say, Zy." My words are starting to go up.

"What's the problem? Obviously you don't want him, you still love other people and don't open your heart. It's no secret Yevn." Ozy's words are getting sane.

He lightly spoke of my privacy.

"We live in a land of opposites and creeds, Zy. Many things we can't decide with logic that continue to craze until it doesn't sound sane."

Ozy was silent,,,,

"But you're not men,,,,,"

"I love her."

I silenced Ozy's mouth furiously. His attitude that was too disrespectful and could not respect my life, made me quite tired of dealing with it.

"I love her." /

I'm not sure what I just said. Flowing away just as my emotions had already peaked with Ozy's treatment.

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This morning, I went to the funeral home, the family home of one of the artist's friends, a talented brother who had left his wife and children for his life.

Bang Vhen in the morning had left to take mama home.

When I came home from takziah, in the courtyard of the mobile home Mr. Kavin welcomed me.

I saw Mr. Kavin sitting in the gazebo next to my house making a phone call.

As soon as I see me, Mr. Kavin immediately closes the phone. I approached him.

But the look on his face did not look friendly, he looked riled up and his eyes looked sharply at me.

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"What do you want again, Yevn?"

His voice was heard restraining emotions.

I still don't understand the direction of the conversation.

"You can't love me, okay I accept because I'm sure I made you love me even if only a little. You asked that our relationship not be stirred, I accepted, I followed everything. Because that's not what I proposed to you for."

Mr. Kavin expressed his feelings. His face looked red withstanding the overflow of emotions.

"Yesterday, you were reckless until you lay down for a few days in the hospital. I hid from my family the bad news. I'm crazy Yevn."

I was still frightened by his emotional outpouring. My tears are starting to fall.

Mr. Kavin stood up by the base of his nose, and one hand choked on his waist. I just looked at the man in front of me with fear.

"Now Ozy again, again and again. What other ridiculous thing do you want? You prefer to obey Ozy who was clear from the beginning so right between us? Release what?"

I was stuck hearing Mr. Kavin say about my meeting with Ozy the other day. His voice growled and sounded trembling withstanding emotions.

Tears I cannot bear, I cannot speak, I cannot answer.

I saw Mr. Kavin's feet stepping towards me who was sitting glued and silent.

His hand touched my cheek, wiping my flowing tears. Then his steps again swung away from me.

His car had already passed away, moving away unseen in his shadow.

Someone stood in front of me, hugged me and let me cry in his arms.

Her soft hands patted my back.

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Connect,,,,

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