MY LECTURER DUREN (COLD WIDOWER )

THE POV 8 NATHAN

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This afternoon I took Anindira with me to shop at the supermarket.

In my heart I laughed at myself, how is it possible that at my current age even behave like an ABG when dealing with Anindira. Shopping is just resourceful - my real wits.

Because I want to see him tonight. Just yesterday we met for a dress fitting.

The loss and trauma I experienced in the past, made me possessive towards him. I hope he can stand this attitude of mine.

Anindira entered my car, with a different appearance than usual. She was wearing a nude knee-length dress. It fits perfectly with her white skin. My eyes don't want to blink seeing it.

I immediately took my eyes off him, refocused on driving the car.

"Bag.." Anindira.

"Hmm?" I nodded slowly without looking at him.

"I told you that mas is handsome?"

Oops. I almost braked suddenly hearing it. Here's how.. Anindira sometimes when talking do not see the situation and conditions. Just origin ceplos.

I try to set my expression. Back install flat look.

"It looks like it's already."

"Oh. But today it is more handsome. Hehe."

Anindira chuckles.

Swear to. Why would I fall in love with this kid!

Tombalist. Other couples may be more men who fight. But if we don't. He is the one who teases me more often.

You know Anindira?

If you keep teasing me like this. I want to marry you right now.

I chose not to respond to his unimportant remarks.

To make him even more chatty.

"Arsy didn't go with me?"

If Arsy comes with me I can't be alone with him. So I did not intentionally invite Arsy.

"No. He's got a masterpiece from his school." My answer. Of course I lied. Arsy didn't know that I was going to meet Anindira. If he knew, he'd want to come with me.

Anindira nodded. Her face looks adorable when she is this silent.

"Mas is still far away?"

I let out a breath. Glancing at him. I gently rubbed his head.

"Propay soon to arrive."

Anindira immediately smiled widely, like a child who was bribed with candy. Our age difference is quite far indeed makes me have to always be patient for him. Especially if the disease admirer oppa his relapse.

Wahh.it can make my mood mess all day. Well I understand him because he is still that young.

My car entered the basement parking of a large supermarket in the city. We went down to the supermarket.

Anindira immediately hooked my hand while spreading her gaze around and stuffed some items into the trolley I pushed.

"You sure you ate all this?"

Anindira grinned wide. "I like to snack."

He then pointed to a canned beverage display case.

"This is the same. Can you?"

"okay."

Then he pulled me back. His eyes were fixed on the little teddy bear

"Can I?"

"Make what? If it's not important, don't."

Anindira was instantly a manyun at that very instant. He stepped back forward.

"It can be yes, mas.." This time he pointed to some chocolate.

"No. Your food is so much. And the ones you took all the sweet food."

Anindira scowling. He jerked his hand that had been coiling in my hand since. Ah okay. He's upset now.

In a quick motion I took all the chocolate in the display case, and put it on the trolley.

Seeing that he smiled again. I feel like I'm taking care of Arsy right now.

"Thank you dear..." Anindira smelled a smile. Back to my hand.

The darling?

Wait for. This is the first time she's called me baby.

"So? What do you want, huh?" I asked enthusiastically.

"Ciki? Coki coki? The cola? Or.. donuts? Not what - what. Take all of them. I will pay later."

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On the way in the car. Anindira tells me she once watched with Faizal. Of course I'm upset. I'm the only one with her current boyfriend status who has never asked her to watch.

Hold still. I don't want to be confused with Faizal. I will please Anindira in my own way.

Two days ago I learned Korean songs. I took it from the playlist on his phone. I'm interested in the title of the song.

It's not my style at all.

But I did it for Anindira. All this time he's been chasing me, giving me love. Now I want to make him happy too.

It just so happened that Anindira fell asleep in the car. I called my cousin at Resto Green. And told some officers there to get everything ready.

I smiled to myself imagining Anindira's expression later.

See it?

Love can make a person drunk.

Maybe this is what is called bucin virus!.

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