My Chosen Man's

The past is not the future

...M.Y.C.H.O.S.E.N.A.N...

...No matter how bad we were in the past. If we've changed then why the past...

...~Elena...

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Tok tok tok tok

The sound of a knock from behind an object that was about half an hour ago locked by the owner of the house. 

The loneliness felt because there was only one occupant. Once again he knocked on the door though the cold started to crackle behind his thin black t-shirt.

"Who's having a night like this? what's the figure inside that black car?" with a feeling of fear Elena stepped her feet slowly down the stairs.

As he stood around, he slipped like a thief. He got it from the window. 

Elena slowly revealed the wall of the horden so as not to make a sound.

"Hhhh." he said sigh while stroking his chest that had been beating fast while holding back fear.

"Mas Bima" he said as he opened half of the width of the door.

"What's the night here?"

"I'm worried, honey, you're okay. I've called dozens of times but it's still the same, your number isn't working."

"Last noon I was busy helping someone Mas, until I forgot if my phone battery ran out" he explained as he headed for the chair in front of the terrace while his mouth kept telling stories.

"So important is the person you're helping?" Bima followed Elena to a chair and they sat side by side.

"It's not about how important Mas is, I'm just getting to know him" he put a hand on his chest.

"Newly familiar but you've been willing to concern yourself just to help him?"

"The person I helped was a pregnant woman. Do you know, he almost got hit by a car if I didn't help him." 

Elena told me enthusiastically. Like a child who tells his parents when getting good grades in school.

"really?" Bima sat cross-legged on a chair with her hands resting on her chin and resting on the side of the chair.

"Yes," Elena nodded quickly." But I feel sorry for him. When she was pregnant, her husband was busy with his business and let her shop alone."

"However her husband would do such a thing."

"I wonder what her husband looks like." I thought of the husband's face from the woman she had just helped.

"No need." said Bima firmly to the surprise of Elena who was traveling with her mind

"There is no need to know what her husband is like" she continued

"Why Mas?"

"Why find out about other men. I don't like." 

Bima changed her sitting position by extending her legs until she touched the floor.

Elena sighed, Bima's possessive attitude appeared again. I don't know why the man always forbids his activities when it comes to a man.

"Yes, it's." Elena doesn't want to argue about the issue.

The day is getting late, the cold begins to spread through the small pores. 

Elena who was just wearing pajamas started to feel the night wind that hit. Rubbing the palms to cause temporary heat.

***

It has been almost 3 weeks Elena spent the morning of the week with Citra, the woman she saved at that time. 

He wanted to spend more time with the woman. But Bima always asked him to meet even if only just drinking tea in front of the terrace of his house.

Elena saluted Citra who was so patient with her husband. 

Husband who does not care about the fetus he is carrying when clearly the fetus is the baby.

"What makes Mba Citra still maintain a household that may be unfair to Mba?" elena asked as she pushed the trolley towards the vegetables.

"It's not unfair to me Elena, maybe this marriage is also unfair to her" while picking the broccoli plastered on the vegetable shelf.

"What do you mean?"

"Our marriage happened because of my mistake. Mistakes my husband might not forgive." 

The image stopped his hand from ransacking the vegetables. He took a breath as if to strengthen his heart to continue his sentence.

"But Elena, everything I do is because I really love her. But maybe my way is wrong."

"Patience Mba, hopefully someday Mba's husband will forgive all the mistakes that have been made." He stroked Citra's shoulders because he saw the woman's eyes were holding the circle so as not to drip.

"Hopefully."

Elena was getting curious about Citra's husband's face, she didn't even know what her name was. Because Citra only tells stories without telling what her husband looks like.

They again pushed the trolley towards a wide variety of breads after it felt enough to choose vegetables.

"What made Mba buy so much bread" said Elena because she saw so much bread that Citra put in their grocery trolley

"For my husband" she said, picturing his face.

"Even though he does not like me, but he still wants to appreciate my cooking" Citra said as she hugged a packet of fresh bread that she had just taken and put it with a few packets of fresh bread that she had taken.

Elena simply responded with a smile. Thank goodness if her husband can still appreciate the hard work of Mba Citra.

Because they are tired of taking a break while drinking a cup of coffee in a tavern.

"Elena, thank you for being friends with me." The image clasped Elena's hand.

"What Mba means, I'm just happy to get to know people as well as Mba Citra and can be friends with Mba." Elena patted the back of Citra's hand.

"I'm not Elena's good guy. Maybe if you find out about my past, you'll feel disgusted if you're friends with me."

"Picture MBA, no matter how bad we were in the past. If Mba Citra has changed then what to dispute the past."

"Thank you Elena, I was really touched by her every word. You're really being very mature. Must be lucky the guy who got you."

"Mba is too much." Elena blushed with the word Citra spewed.

"After this you have no activity?" The image of drinking coffee that has begun to cool because they are too cool with the conversation.

"There is no Mba."

"What if we go to my house, I want you to try my cooking."

"Truly Mba." said Elena enthusiastically, actually not because he wanted to try Citra cuisine but he wanted to see what kind of husband from Citra.

"Of course." said Citra who was also no less enthusiastic.