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salsa Candy

Salsa came home from the minimarket after buying some staple food to connect her life. They will be staying at this hotel for the next few days. The girl also took her time off.

He put some of his groceries on the table near the kitchen island. Then, arrange it in the refrigerator and food cabinet.

From then on, he did not seem Dirga was at home. Maybe Dirga was out looking for something, he thought.

Once neatly arranged, he makes apple juice and enjoys it at a mini-sized dining table. He made his juice as much as two glasses, one for Dirga, but he stored it first in the refrigerator because the owner is still not there.

Salsa sits at the dinner table enjoying her apple juice. He opened his phone to see his social media. Salsa is one of the people who are less updated in social media, because he does not spend his time in cyberspace. He accidentally opened his photo gallery and saw a picture of Ara with him while traveling to Ancol a few months ago.

Salsa's heart is sliced.

Actually, what was his cousin's motive for having his own girlfriend with, Salsa?

Until now, Salsa still felt guilty towards Ara. After all, Ara was her cousin sister who was close to her.

Somehow Salsa's tears felt teary, wanting to cry right now. He was like a criminal.

Oh my God, why be like, this?

If it is true that Brother Dirga is the soul mate of the servant, then show the truth, O Allah. That your servant may not guess. What exactly, happened?

Servant does love Kak Dirga and harbors feelings for seven years, but not this way I get Kak Dirga. Slave like a loser, O God. The selfish human servant who has ever been on this earth, O God.

Without realizing it, her tears just broke.

Salsa bowed her head in both hands on the table. Crying as much as she felt like a traitor to her own brother.

"Salvana?"

Salsa did not hear the baritone's voice calling her name, because the girl was engrossed in tears and forgot that she had lived with Dirga. The girl kept crying. Until it resulted in Dirga's burly hand stroking the top of his head gently. It made Salsa wake up from her crying.

Immediately the girl got up and wiped her tears that continued to seep down her cheeks. However, it was useless because Dirga already knew if Salsa was crying.

"She, what?" dirga asked softly while sitting next to Salsa.

"Why did you suddenly cry after coming home from shopping? Your money, out? Or I want to transfer it right now. You are my responsibility, Salsa," said Dirga softly.

However, hearing those words from Dirga's mouth, Salsa's cries became loud. Seeing that, Dirga became even more confused.

What's up with, Salsa?

What's the question, wrong?

If it's wrong, where's the location, the fault?

Isn't it true what Dirga was talking about?

"Salsa, my same story. You are my wife. If your money runs out, I can transfer it in now," the tone sounded calm which made Salsa cry even more.

Dirga.

What's he supposed to do?

Salsa cried sobbing while covering her face filled with tears. Her cheeks flushed.

Actually, Salsa was tired of staying in this position. This was only a few days. However, he still thought about Ara's feelings for her. No, rather Ara's heart was claustrophobic. He could imagine how Ara was feeling right now. Because after her, Ara loved Dirga very much.

Salsa's heart imagined it. He really likes Dirga, but this is not the way.

Really am! He is the most selfish man!

And now, what?! Ara's going to Los Angeles!

Dirga offered a glass of water so that the woman next to him was calm.  However, the girl still covered her face and got up from her seat leaving Dirga still in confusion over the nature of Salsa.

Dirga followed Salsa who moved into bed and again gently stroked Salsa's hair. After all, Salsa was his wife. Even though he doesn't have that feeling.

Yes, the true feeling of love.

How could he possibly love Salsa so quickly, then? And just throw away the clear Ara that used to be in his heart.

Salsa was still in tears. Salsa's mind just wanted to cry loudly, perhaps a little help lightening her current burden.

Salsa is weak in love!

"Salsa, what's wrong with you? I became more confused this way. What do I have to do to keep quiet and tell the same story, me?"

Usually if Ara cries first, Dirga just gives a tissue and the crying subsides. And this is Salsa, not Ara!

He has to, what?!

Hoala, piye to, um?

"Ka-k, Salsa b-but-uh p-per-meeen," suddenly Salsa said in an indistinct voice from crying.

Dirga was a little shocked. Then he looked for a jar of candy and gave it to Salsa.

Somehow Salsa is always calm if there are problems or thoughts, he will calm down if he eats candy. Maybe people are different to find a sense of calmness in themselves. Yeah, this is how Salsa is. With just candy, he calmed down. This has become a habit of Salsa. Maybe there used to be an incident, why candy can make him comfortable.

To be continued....

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