My Beloved's Choice Woman

Necosting

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Veron dragged his luggage weakly. Walking without knowing the direction, with a mask and glasses on his face. Occasionally he put glasses on the head as a bando. Not to keep his appearance, but to make it easier for Veron to wipe his tears that sometimes melted without asking.

His thin arms continued to pull his small suitcase, eyes sweeping around hoping for an empty ojeg or taxi.

His legs began to weaken, Veron repeatedly stopped his steps. Long silent in place. Baffled. Veron was like a confused person. Distraught on the road. Don't know where to go.

With lethargy Veron stepped up, towards where the food vendors were on the roadside. Her stomach was wrapped around, sore.

"Sir, soto one!"

"Ready, Neng. Rice on?"

"Yes." Yeah." Veron smiled blandly.

Veron has long neglected his intake. Eat only a portion of the panjal. As she had not found food for a long time, Veron inhaled the soto fragrance as the waiter opened the lid of the pot and scooped the soto sauce into the bowl.

The scent that ripped through his nose made Veron's appetite seem turbulent. The heat of the steam with smoke billowing made Veron look at him unblinkingly for a moment.

The shadow of Zello with a soup dish with smoke billowing shaded in front of him. Veron shook his head weakly. A handsome man with a masculine body, plus smart in the kitchen. Truly like a dream, it was inconceivable before that she would get a husband like Zello. Like a dream too, the beautiful memory was only momentary. And now is the real life of Veron. By ourselves.

"Sir, sambal is the soy sauce," said the beautiful waiter disperse the daydreams of Veron.

"Thank you."

"Sir..soto one, rice two!" Shouted the stranger next to Veron.

His puffed up body made their wooden bench seem to flex as he sat his butt.

"I'm sorry, sorry" he said spontaneously.

Veron smiled, starting to feed the rice in his mouth.

Just a few mouthfuls of Veron eating but the stomach seems to want to finish him immediately. Where was her volatile appetite just now?

Have I gone crazy for ignoring my diet? Am I going to get anorexia? Veron shook his head in dismay. Slowly, he tried to finish the rest of the food.

Veron's involuntary eyes towards his side, stared at the empty bowl of the man who had just ordered.

"Agk." Men's burps blaring.

"Eh sorry-sorry."

"How many times do you want, sir, to apologize?!"

"Hehe." The man was just cengenges while scratching his nape. Veron nodded at her sight. Veron smiled amusedly at the foreign man's behavior.

"Sir, how much am I?" veron.

"Twenty thousand, Neng."

Veron is handing out a blue note.

"Sir, total!" said a foreign man. His hands while nimbly wearing his typical work ijo jacket.

"Ojeg's father?" ask Veron enthusiastically.

"Pilot, hehe."

Veron smiled wryly at the man's reply.

"Bebtierer," the seller interrupted.

"Hahaha, don't get whipped, sir!"

"Fifty-five was the same yesterday."

"Eh yes yes. This ...at least tomorrow. It's afternoon."

"It's late afternoon."

"Oh yes, Neng. Here's the change."

"Make the Pilot's debt genepin only, sir!"

"Eh, don't ma'am!"

"No papa. But Mr. Pilot can take me to the boarding house."

"Eh, can-can. But don't call me pilot. I was just kidding. Just call Rudi."

"Ah yes, Mr. Rudi."

"Okay, let me help you find. It's near here, right?!"

"Mm, if you can be far from here. Relax, I'll pay you again."

"Ah, ready. Execute."

****

The pretty costs for Veron who is now alone. A million a month.

Do not want to linger Veron immediately clean his clothes. Put it in the prepared cupboard.

Haaah, just tidying up the suitcase already made Veron exhausted.

Veron was lying on a size 3 bed in that place. Look at the ceiling of the room. The pieces of his life journey kept spinning in his memory.

Veron realized sooner or later he must have come out of the Hanif residence. Because people out there won't stay silent. And it hurts so much.

'Grandfather, I'm sorry I chose to leave. Zello has no shortage of women. She could definitely be a much better woman than Lilie'

***

It didn't feel like it was already afternoon, the precious time was only spent by Veron to mourn for life.

'Who sent the picture, Dave or Rossa. If Dave, it means Desy's speech is true. And until whenever Dave won't let me go. Then what's the point of me living if I finally have to go back to Dave. Dave's not as good as I thought. I still have a lot of hope for Zello. Zello after knowing my mass, do you still love me?'

"Tomile ...."

***

"Lilie? Lilie's not here. He's creeping but hasn't come home yet? Just cut the monthly money," seduced Anita.

"Ah, I don't know, sir. Try calling. Maybe it's active now!"

Without a word, Zello did what Anita said.

"Not active" said Zello lethargic.

'Did he go to Dave's?'

***

Still afternoon Veron went to the nearest mini market. As a good friend, the mask and glasses are now always on his face.

"Verons."

Veron flinched in his place. The voice and the call are not foreign. Dave.

Veron continued his activities, choosing to pretend not to know.

"Veron, hi," said Dave again. Veron was again indifferent. He was busy with food in front of him.

"It is precisely because you continue to be silent and even more curious people," said Dave.

"Broast, bragging about having a family."

"Hi." Dave flips Veron's body forcibly.

Not only that Dave also opened Veron's mask.

"Dave." Gertak Veron's.

"What's wrong with you? Are you still mad at Zein tempo."

"Yes." Yeah." Veron continued to pick up the food on the shelf.

"Sorrys. Eat yuk! It's been a long time since I've eaten together."

"I'm full already."

"Please, please, please, please!"

'Cowok installment but deadly. Dave.'

"Whatever."

***

"Why are you shopping so far away from Zello's house?"

"Just want to."

"It's usually the same as that cute girl."

"You yourself why would you stray in this place?"

"Oh, I just drove my women back to the boarding houses."

"Why are we here?" veron was aware of the place they were going through.

"Indeed why? It's good near your husband's office. I used a rat road. You don't understand?!"

Dave immediately parked his four-wheeled vehicle.

"Come, we eat." cried Dave.

With enthusiasm Dave embraces Veron, leading to his entrance to the restaurant.

"Do you eat here often?!" Ask Dave.

"Lumayan."

"What's your food favorite here?"

"Spicy acid lobster."

"Huh? I don't think you like seafood."

'Yes, that's Zello's favorite food here.' Veron's eyes glazed over. Somehow he conveyed this feeling to his person.

'Zello, we're still husband and wife, right?'

"Veron, are you in trouble?"

'Of course, isn't this what you want?!'

Veron shook his head, "order me a rib soup!"

"OK."

Dave's hand switched to shuffling Veron's hair gently, outstretched to Veron's neck.

"What are you doing?" tepis Veron's.

"Not me, just realized. Since when is there a mole on your neck?"

"Have it, don't talk about it!"

"Ok ok" said Dave, raising both hands.

After finishing the meal Veron immediately stood up. Wanting to go home, soon might end his meeting with Dave.

"Where are you going?"

"Certainly go home."

"Just as we're done eating, wait a moment more!"

"Whatever you want. But I'm going home."

"Ok ok, let's go home. I'll take ya!" Dave stood up while embracing Veron's shoulder, giving a gentle pat as Dave used to do.

Not yet at the front door of the restaurant, Veron's feet were fixated with a dumbfounded, surprised face. "Zello."