Not the Wrong Love

Really I Miss You

Drrrtt....

Between still dreaming and not, Love heard the sound of vibrating mobile phone that continues repeatedly since earlier. With the condition of the eyes that are still tightly closed, he moves his fingers that feel stiff. Then, he tried to get up by moving both of his legs followed by his entire limbs writhing lazily.

Wait a minute, Love feels something strange with her legs. Why don't his legs feel sore? Didn't he sleep last night by bending his legs?

Plus something thick and smooth that covered her body made her feel warm and comfortable. Slowly Love opened her eyelids, then narrowed because of the room lights that highlighted it. The scent of mint poked his nose again, bringing him back to full consciousness.

A mattress? Why can I sleep in a bed? Didn't I sleep on that couch last night?

His gaze turned toward the maroon-red sofa that was located opposite the bed he was sleeping on now.

Chequek!

The view of Love at that time also turned towards the sound of a door knob being turned.

Rangga came out of the bathroom by rubbing her wet hair using a small towel. The man wore a bathrobe and smiled sweetly towards Cinta whose gaze had not escaped from Rangga since the man came out of the bathroom.

"You can have eye pain if you keep looking at me like that" said Rangga. The man walked towards the dresser and then flicked his hair using his fingers. Same habits as before.

Love felt full, suddenly the air in the room seemed to strangle him. His chest feels pain until tight. Why did he realize just how much he missed moments like these. The early morning always refreshed his eyes. This beloved man will stand before him with water droplets from his hair that is still wet. So good-looking. How much she wanted to hug Rangga now, just like she always did back then. Drowning his face in Rangga's chest to breathe the fresh fragrance of soap in the man's body.

"You better take a shower. I'll take you to your house." Rangga spoke to the reflection of Love's face in the mirror.

"I don't want to go home yet" replied Love casually.

"You have to go home because in an hour I'm leaving for the airport. I'm...."

"Are you going back to Singapore now?" Panicked love heard Rangga call the airport quickly cut off the man's speech.

Rangga who still looked at the reflection of his face in the mirror, tilted the corner of his lips, the next second he turned his body to face Love. The man stood firm, then folded his arms in front of his chest and glared sharply towards Love.

"Another week. After my dealings with Mario are done," he said flatly.

Love breathes a sigh of relief. "What do you have to do with Mario?"

"Male business" said Rangga with a meaningful smile.

"What's that?" Love is getting curious.

"Em, tell me not yes..," said Rangga, "it seems not to be before." Rangga laughed amusedly at the sullen face of Love.

"Then, what are you going to the airport for? Does that have anything to do with your business with Mario?" Love again reviled Rangga.

"Haha, what's wrong with you, miss? Why are you so curious about my business?"

Hearing Rangga's reply, Love's face became red.

Rangga bent his brows, then sighed violently. "I picked up my friend. Three more days he's planning on having an anniversary party here."

"Owh," nods Love. He noticed Rangga who grabbed his phone on the nightstand.

"From now on it looks like your phone is sounding all the time, is that from your friend?"

"No," answered Rangga before sticking the flat object in his ear.

"I'm sorry, I was in the bathroom."

"....."

"How could that be?"

Love keeps watching the man who is talking who is not with whom. His jaw looked hard. Love was curious and curious but, she did not dare to ask. However, in the memory of Rangga now, Love is no one.

"Hm, okay. I'll check it now." Rangga turned off his phone then hurriedly sat on the sofa to turn on his laptop located on the front desk of the sofa. His face looks tense.

The love who tried to understand the situation immediately rose from the bed, without saying much more he planned to take a bath as Rangga had told him earlier. Along her steps towards the bathroom, she noticed a serious-looking Rangga staring at her laptop screen. I don't know what that guy is doing. In his mind, Love wish, if he had not left Rangga at that time, maybe Rangga would not have had an accident to cause amnesia. In other words, Love regrets her decision first. However, whatever the power, the rice has become porridge. Maybe it is a suitable expression for love.

Love is still standing in front of the bathroom door, resting her arms on the door frame. It felt like he was reluctant to move from where he was standing right now. The net is still at home looking at the face of a man who now prefers to focus on looking at a laptop than himself. But what can he do? He has no right to protest. Doesn't this happen as a result of his own decision.

I should have sat next to you and hugged you this time. Really, I miss you so much, brother.

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*Hay guys, sorry for making you wait 🤭 long (ih geer, who is waiting! 🙄)

As I have said before, if for the next 30 hr I focus more on my printed book,

So, please understand if I'm going up late.

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