My Boss Is My Ex - Boyfriend

Chapter 39's

A few hours ago Mesya arrived at his destination, far from where Radit is now. During a day on the plane, Mesya keeps pondering about how his relationship with Radit is going, the man does say that there is no other relationship than being friends with the woman, but hearing Radit's story, enough to make Mesya feel unworthy to be next to the man. The woman who accompanied Radit when the man was down, not him. It was the woman who was the place to share and the woman who was always there for Radit, not Mesya.

The sadness that Radit experienced may be a little bit concerned with Mesya, but what Mesya must remember is also that the woman is the one who made Radit rise.

Radit did say that he had no feelings for Cherry, nothing more than a friend, but did not rule out the possibility that Cherry was harboring that flavor. If it is true that way, it seems Mesya prefers to lose, even though the war has not begun.

Looking at the view from behind the window of the hotel in Korea, precisely on the island of Jeju where he fled from Radit. The journey is so far if it is taken from Germany there, until Mesya must drain the contents of his savings, but it does not matter while the calm he can get.

Indeed, Mesya has long wanted to go to this place, in addition to the beautiful atmosphere of this place is also suitable to calm down like himself. And of course, his choice to come to this place was not separated from his mind, either, he did not want to just spend time in a hotel room because before coming here Mesya had already searched first what places he would visit while here, Mesya had been looking for any places he would visit, one of them is Sunrise Peak where Mesya can see the magnificent sunrise. Although it looks like it will be more beautiful if seen with a partner but the purpose of Mesya this time is to calm his mind. So forget about Radit and his relationship for a moment, at least until he returns home later.

Today Mesya decided to take a break and will start his adventure tomorrow, after his tiredness is reduced. Grabbing a flat object from his bag, Mesya activates his phone and how surprised he is when the many messages that come in are also missed calls from Radit and friends and parents.

“What's that fast my departure was made aware of?” ask Mesya to himself.

Mesya's phone rang and to his surprise, he reflexively threw the object at the head of the bed. Confusion between having to lift or ignore it.

The ringing tone of his phone changed and Mesya knew that this time his parents were contacting, feeling unkempt, Mesya picked up the object again and looked at it, then weigh up his decision to take to pick up the phone from the Mother.

Mesya timidly shifted the green button, and pointed the flat object at his ear. “Hallo Mother,”

“Where are you, brother? Why did Mother connect from yesterday you did not lift as well? Mother's message even you ignore. And why don't you go home with Radit? He said you left without saying, You why is this the hell, Sya? Radit's worried about you, he's looking for you everywhere. He has not at all rest, because so until he immediately looks for you..”.

Mesya really wanted to cry to hear the worried tirade of his mother, never once did Mesya make Rasti as sweet as it is today. Mesya became guilty and momentarily regretted his departure. But speaking of Radit, Mesya did not expect that the man would go straight home to catch up with him, although still did not find Mesya who did go in the opposite direction with the man.

“Sya, Syasa you heard Mother right, Nak?”

“Iya Mommy Syasa listen,”

“Where are you, baby? Go home, son, don't play hazy like this. If you have a problem, solve it, don't run. Poor Radit confused looking for you, home yes, son. Mother please!”

“Iya Mommy, later Sya go home.”

Mesya's weakness is indeed in the Mother, he can not refuse anything else if his beloved woman had begged. Mesya is weak if it is like this, and he is angry at Radit who knows his weakness.

After hanging up the phone and throwing it in any direction, Mesya turned to his suitcase lying next to the closet, staring lazily at the thing, because now he has to re-package his new clothes a few hours he moved. Finished all her clothes into the suitcase again, Mesya laid her body on the mattress, closed her eyes and massaged her slightly throbbing temples. His dizziness had not disappeared, his heart had not calmed down, and his cries had just dried up, but his mind had to increase with the cry of the Mother who asked her to go home, not to mention that he had to face Radit.

Retrieving the phone he had originally thrown, Mesya opened an application to book his return ticket to the homeland. After that try to close his eyes again, rest the body and mind, hoping that when he comes home tomorrow he feels better.

At two o'clock in thirty noon, Mesya arrived at the airport, waiting for a taxi to drive him home. Mesya did not say what time he would come home to the mother, making him no one to pick up.

In the course of his mind continues to languish, he is still confused to have to face his lover how after this also how to explain the reason for his departure. Arriving in front of the house that only lived with the Mother, Mesya went down after giving some money in accordance with the bill, and did not forget to thank the driver.

Stepping in, Meysa continued to recite the prayer, hoping that not this second also he met with Radit. But unfortunately, his hope was not fulfilled, because once he entered the house, Radit was the first to welcome him, even though the man's car was not seen in the parking lot.

“Sya, jeez you finally came home too,” said Radit happily, immediately rushed to embrace Mesya who did not react at all. “Why go, Sya? Why make me worry? I'm almost crazy so I didn't find you at home. Do not repeat again, I beg you, do not make me afraid like this again,” continued Radit still in a position to hug his lover, the tone of worry and fear is clear Mesya it feels, so I am happy, the man's body trembled and his embrace was so tight that Mesya felt a tightness. But also a sense of comfort remained him, but considering back the woman named Cherry, his heart suddenly became increasingly tight and his tears dripped without asking.

Radit broke his embrace when he did not feel his lover returning his embrace. Just a slow sigh that Radit let out as soon as he saw his lover who just looked down.

“You rest first, later we will talk again,” said Radit in the end. Mesya gave absolutely no answer, no nods, not even a slug. Just following Radit took him to the room.

“You just rest, Mother is having a business for a while. If I need anything, I'm downstairs,” Radit said as he kept Mesya's suitcase in the corner of the room. Understanding his lover who still wants to calm down, Radit chose to get out of Mesya's room after giving a brief kiss on the woman's forehead.

After Radit's death, Mesya raised his gaze, staring at the door that had been closed again from the outside. His tears were flowing more and more, confused with himself who did not know what to behave like. Mesya clearly loves Radit, a sense that has never gone away since five years ago, but the fact that it was not him who was next to the man when the hard times, he said, making Mesya feel unworthy of being with Radit, Mesya feels unworthy of the man's love, what's more the fact that much he doesn't know about Radit's family relationship with the man himself.

They used to be close, but after the distance separated, any news that Mesya had never heard since the last 5 years including about the relationship Radit and his parents who looked as if they were apart, making Mesya feel like a new person in their midst, even though Radit's parents are still as friendly and warm as they used to be.

Entering the bathroom, Mesya chose to soak in warm water, relax his body that was a little tired due to his journey until he did not feel himself asleep and so woke up already in his bedroom bed, he said, with a full nightgown, in his heart he tried to remember, but there was no memory other than his presence in the bathtub this afternoon, while now the sky had changed night, and now the sky had changed, and the clock has shown at 21:45.

The sound of ‘kruyuk’ that was raised from his stomach made Mesya grimace and rise from his sleep, stepping out of the room towards the kitchen, looking for anything he can eat to stop the worm's concert in his stomach.

Satisfied with that, Mesya returned to his room and grabbed the phone that was ringing so loudly, signaling there was an incoming call. Reluctant actually, but Mesya still raised a call from his best friend who indeed some days he always ignored his messages and calls.

“Hallo, yes, why? Whats! Kok, can? Okay I'm going there now.”

Mesya severed the unilateral connection then quickly changed clothes, and snatched the car keys that were on the nightstand.

“Loh, Where are you going?” Rasti who woke up and was about to go to the kitchen asked as soon as she saw her son coming down in a hurry.

“Sya want to bar, Bun, Radit drunk.”

Rasti who was about to ask back, because the princess had already passed away. The headband that the middle-aged woman was doing saw the panic of her first child.

“Basic young people now, have a problem instead of being solved well instead run to drink.” Guman Rasti shook his head.