Not Glass Cans

58. Adios..Anthony Lung's!

I looked at the fierce master, hoping for a little support from him. The person I looked at was so calm. Like my conversation with Lung this is just a spectacle for him.

"Yes, Lung. He came here because he ran away from the strong man who proposed to him." Huh..He said, reinforcements from him are coming! Garrick's words sounded indifferent, but still it strengthened my refusal.

"That's, Rick. What's wrong, I try? Or, what if you just work with me, El? Like I offered you a while ago. I pay high, you're El.." Anthony Lung looked back at me, that face no longer blushing.

"Ah, stop, Lung. I don't think he wants to. He's been working for me. Marry your mother's choice, Lung." Now it's Garrick who represents speaking, as I hope secretly.

"Don't you equate me with you, Rick. Subject to matchmaking, but you're not happy, are you?" Anthony Lung opens Garrick's card.

"I just want to appreciate my family's and Graceful efforts, Lung. I hope, I'll like Anggun gradually." Garrick sounded flat saying, looking at me at a glance, before bending his face.

"Slowly what, Rick?! You know each other and have been friends since childhood. Your feelings will turn bored, without ever becoming love. You should have liked it. But not right?" This conversation has changed. Talk about Garrick...

"Are you like me too, Lung?" Garrick put another drink in the glass. The contents of the plate that was almost intact were no longer touched.

"I have known the woman offered to me for a long time. But I'm not like you, Rick. I have even observed many women on the ship. Until I meet him. I loved it since I first met. I told you about that, Rick. But my mistake was too bad in his eyes." Anthony Lung talked to my master, but his eyes kept staring at me, maybe hoping I would change my heart.

Drrr..Drrr..Drrr..Drrr..Drr...

"The captain of the ship has called. I'm going to the ocean. When are you sailing again, Rick?" Anthony Lung and Garrick shake hands.

"I don't know yet, Lung. While on Hartono alone I entrust my ship." Garrick's reply reminded me of Ton, the great high assistant on the ship. So his name is not tronton or his countrymen, but Hartono!

"El..As long as you're not married. My hope remains. You remember my words!" Lung stalls her hand at me. Because of pity, so I let the old Lung take my place. I kept looking at him until I took my own hand off. Lung was picking something up in his shirt pocket.

"El..This is sincere from me. Save it, El !" Anthony Lung stuck a small box in my hand. My light I accept. Who knows, this is a pomegranate... Matre..? Not me, I'm not asking. If yes..I just matre at the right time and at the right person. So, please don't be cynical of me!

"Thank you, bang Lung. Whatever..This isn't coercion from you, is it?" I made sure I wasn't tied to him.

"No, El. Pure is just a gift." Lung smiled convincingly. Then say goodbye.

"Be careful, Lung! Happy sailing!" Garrick exclaims. Lung waved before it completely passed. Lung treaded another path than the one we had just crossed.

I held tightly to the little box from Lung. That guy...The first man to kiss my cheek..Now it has gone by. Will he come back? Or then meet the heart? Hopefully, that last option is what happened. To make him happy as a real man in this world! Yea...Anthony Lung's!