My Holiness Lost on New Year's Eve

CHAPTER 11

Pov Raka Wijaya's

"Hello Nindy"

"I want to talk".

But there was no answer until I decided to turn off the phone. Because I'm sure a little bit as much as her trauma must have been on her.

" Who was Mas Raka calling with? Nindy who"

Slightly shocked by the arrival of Naura who arrived.

I don't know why on holidays he always plays at home when I need to be alone.

"Here is my friend" answered me immediately.

His face looks gloomy..

"I know mas, we are in a match, but there is no intention to return love like I love mas" his words made my heart full.

But I have no ability to give him understanding. Until he could only see Naura rubbing a clear grain on her face.

"I'm sorry Ra" I said at last

"What's wrong, maybe mas is not used to it later also used to it" he replied carving a sweet smile.

"Udah first yes, I want to go out there is an important business" I also said.

"As there is no intention to take me down the road" his pinta looks hopeful.

"Can't Ra, next time ya" after saying that I soon passed but when on the doorstep I was back in bed with Mama

"Where do Raka go, that's why Naura lives alone" said mama staring at me sharply.

"There was a sudden business Ma" after saying that . I rushed off on my motorbike.

Why why?

Who brought me here? I was at the restaurant where Nindy worked.

But tired of looking for the woman's face but I never met. His motorbike that is always parked neatly is not there.where is he?

Until my order comes. It was the girl who brought him.

"Please Mr. Raka" said the girl smiling kindly.

"Hm, my girl wants to ask? Where's your friend Nindy?" ask me directly

"Oh he is on holiday, sir.emang you know Nindy" he replied asking back.

"Oh, don't know on purpose" I replied briefly.

As if I understood I didn't want a story. The girl also left.

"Raka" just now, the raised glass wanted to touch the pursed lips, because someone called my name.

After I know who called my name. Thin smile etched on the corner of the lips .

"Hey you look like!" greet me then.

"Like to hang out here too you Ka?" ask her anyway.

"Lumayan also anyway.to eliminate my sense of snub and boredom" answered me just like that.

"Hey come on Raka, you haven't changed in the past. Your language is too formal for even close people" he said when speaking my language.

"Maybe a habit in the office" I replied again.

"How are you Uncle and Aunt ?" ask me to shift the topic.

"Allham, you're healthy!'"answer me I was slowly.

" by talking uda so young ustad nih, young people wear the same sturdy kopia.why not wear sarong cloth" my Canda.

Until we were equally as chuckled.

"It's usual Ka, if I wear a new guy's kayak glove finished u n a t dong" he replied with a joke.

"Yoga, Yoga" I can only shake my head slowly.

Yoga Yudistira, is my maternal cousin's sister. This led to our close relationship.

Because from childhood we were always together when at home grandma. But in our teens we rarely see each other again.

Although I am older than her two years but we like to reach the same age.

"I hear you've got a fiancee" the question managed to make my heart just bad.

"Yes" I replied

"Why are you Ka?" I'm not happy about it" asked kepo.

No wonder Raka was a little more than me because she was active and friendly.

"It's a habit of arranged marriages" I replied again.

"There is no intention, to accept and Ihklas" ucal Yoga now looks serious.

"Again in peroses" I said slowly.

"You are not a child anymore either" my tease returned.

Now it's my cousin's sister's face that looks moody.

"Why break up" I asked

"Complicated" she said.

"Complicated" must be me

"It's complicated". Repeat it again

It's weird.he's like an ABG kid in love.

Seriate....

I thought I had stopped by my story