Not the Wrong Matchmaker (R2)
BSJ 61: Friendzone
..."It's not that I refuse, it's just that I'm not ready to accept the new feelings that come to pity weak beings like myself."...
...Keevanzar Radityan Al - Faruq...
...BSJ 61: Friendzone...
...♤♤♤♤...
With a slow movement, the handsome man dressed casually was parking his silver car in front of the yard of a minimalist house. The fence is made of wood that has begun to porous, time-consuming. The natural that is not too outside overgrown with manicured green grass, fresh vegetables and beautiful ornamental plants fill the yard. A mailbox made of iron looks very worn but well maintained. A whitewashed house that has begun to peel, appears to stand firmly in the middle.
A beautiful woman who was struggling with the ground and the scope turned her head. Staring at guests who visit often on weekends. The figure of the handsome who is looking for identity with a newly reset heart. The beautiful woman wearing the trousers and T-shirt was smiling. Leaving the soil of humus in its care, to open the fence.
"Why don't you go in right away?" Sweep while opening the fence hook wire.
"Well, uh, breakfast?" His question distracted the handsome man in front of him who kept staring at him from top to bottom.
"Not yet?" Ask again.
"Hm." Answer the handsome man dressed casually.
Casual but still can not cover the ketampannya. Even neighboring neighbors around who were buying vegetables in front of the house, ceaselessly stealing the view towards him.
"Yes, go in first. I want to cut the vegetables in the back." Said the beautiful woman in her ponytail, while pushing the gentleman slowly in front of her.
Without a word, the handsome man opened the main door and entered there. Make many eyes ask questions about the relationship and the owner of the house. A step the owner chose indifferently, and began picking some vegetables that seemed ready to harvest in the backyard of his house.
"Now why else, jealous again?" Ask while washing organic vegetables from the pan.
The handsome man standing on the doorstep connecting the kitchen and living room did not budge. He remains focused on seeing beautiful objects in front of him on the move. While the beautiful woman has understood the state of the man who has been close to her for a month. He knew enough, if the handsome man had a problem with his little heart. Yes, it is too easy to guess by him who is a lover of law and justice.
"If you are jealous or envious it is natural. After all, you never imagined her to be your sister-in-law, right?" Ask without distracting her. His tang moved agilely cutting, slicing thinly, also chopping.
Grep
"They keep hugging."
Hufftts
Airra-the beautiful woman who works as a lawyer and senior Lawyer's secretary, sighed in anger. Well, he knew if there was a problem this man would definitely run to him. This man is trapped in a story of regret in the past, which makes his heart can not accept the reality that happened.
"Like this." Airra is almost hanging, this one man does know how to make himself pounding.
Gritting his arms, the handsome man continued to mutter a little behind him.
"They're husband and wife, a new couple too. It's natural that nempel continues." It gives understanding.
"Hm."
"You should start opening your heart to other women. So, you will be able to get all of that from your partner later." Ujarnya gives understanding.
"So, why haven't you got a run?" The lure while turning his body, facing the man directly in front of him.
"They kiss often. Look," Instead of answering the woman's question in front of him, the handsome man gave another word that night.
Cup
The shady bead perfectly patterned, especially when the warm thing dyed the lightning of gray hair.
"This too" said the handsome man next.
"Ett et, if you want to practice the same mannequin just there. Don't be as sentient and sentient as I am." Said Airra while distancing the face of the man in front of him, which made the owner mendelik do not like. Ngode ibbak!
"There, wait at the dinner table. I'm gonna cook breakfast, don't bother." Smoother throw.
He-Keevanzar Radityan Al-Faruq snorted small. No one dared to rule him, except his parents. Even his ex-lover Nata could not rule over him. This one woman, easily ruled over him. Can't be allowed, otherwise he'll run.
"That is, if you don't like it. Just get out of this shabby house." Anzar did not answer or think again. With wide strides he immediately sat himself down near the dining table.
Really, knowing this one tough woman figure makes her life change a lot. There was another figure capable of driving himself.
With its simplicity also its courage. She-Airra Refatya Sassya, the orphan girl who lives in this cruel world alone. Surviving with all the knowledge of his brain that continues to spin, scooping the coffers of rupiah from his ability. She's a tough woman who goes through everything alone. Living in a small rented, eating potluck with all the shortcomings as well.
"Breakfast, cold hunt." That soft voice blew his daydream.
A serving of butter rice with organic stir-fried meat and vegetable toppings that he planted himself, plus with fried ijo sauce. This time it was their breakfast menu. The combination that always succeeds in arousing his appetite. A plate of fried bacem tempeh is also available on the table.
"It's the rest of the bacem last night, so I fried it. If you don't like it, don't eat it. It's gonna hurt the stomach." He poured a glass of water for Anzar.
Without many words, Anzar took out a piece of tempe bacem fried his plate. Pour out a prayer to eat, then enjoy the menu without saying much. He did not have breakfast, considering the incident cravings his sister had to catch the two in the kitchen. Be Anzar out of the house without breakfast first.
Airea who saw the man in front of her was eating voraciously, finally smiling happily before enjoying her own sarapa.
"I'm going to make milk pie, I like it?" Ask while washing the dirty dishes the rest of their breakfast.
"Hm." Answer Anzar who was cool with foam foam in his hands. Things that people rarely see, indeed, a Keevanzar willingly and willingly dirty his hands to help wash the dishes.
"Ish, how much gini?" Wonder Airra, because the white foam is so many to the mountains about the water tap.
"Mas, did you finish the dish soap one bottle?" Ask with eyes.
Because one bottle of dishwashing liquid ludes without waste. While the one asked just winked his shoulders indifferently.
"Mas uh, baros tau." Annoyed while pinching the clay waist of the man in front of him. He was really upset by the absurd behavior of men in front of him.
Getting to know more closely the figure that was made the object of stalking for years, it turned out to make him find many new things. Like other heartbroken men, he can also be a gallon-or a failed muve-one. Can be envious and jealous, because circumstances cut his heart. Sometimes it's annoying and flat. The mix is incredibly boring and it takes a lot of struggle to deal with it.
"Where, good?" Ask the beautiful pink apron lady.
The man who was asked enjoyed chewing while thinking. "Hm, that's fine." His word.
The beautiful woman snorted small.
Insinuations.
Anzar-the handsome man chuckled small. He did deny his assessment, this pie is delicious, very tasty even on his tongue. The right legit, felt to shake his tongue with pleasure.
After breakfast, Airra took a shower. Before finally switching to making milk pie and some other types of pastries. He will deliver it to those who have ordered it. He does fill his free time by utilizing his expertise, which is making cakes. Good thing, the money can be to connect his life.
"That big one, the pies make the mas take home."
Say it while putting another pie batter in the oven.
Airra had prepared a large milk pie to be brought home by the man. At least, the food of the poor girl from him can entertain the tongue of a rich man like the Radityan family, even a little. The handsome man did not respond, he was busy with the camera on his phone.
Cracker
Cracker
"What the hell is that? From the photo fhoto mulu, narcissistic deh." The instructions of a beautiful woman who wore a home dress brown knee-length.
"You put an ad, maybe there's an interest."
Said Anzar while showing the results of his shots.
Airra did not like it, there was a portrait of him who was busy baking cakes.
"Delete no?" Declared.
"No. I want to put a caption, looking for potential husbands who want smart wives to cook and hobby gardening like this woman." He said with a thin smile.
"Not funny." Ketus Airra while tidying her cake into jars and tupperware.
"Let's go, let's get you fast." Anzar said he would not lose.
"Yesterday, Mr. Rw same, Mr. Rw came here."
Airra diverted the conversation.
Anzar just silently listened as a good listener. While chewing pieces of milk pie. "They assumed I was a ghost."
Deg
Anzar almost lost his axle. Forgetting to breathe was so surprised. The piece of pie in his peg almost fell to the floor.
"Their eldest son, one of the doctors at the hospital you were treated." Airra.
"The plan, if I accept. We're getting married at the end of the year."
Anzar still quietly listened, but his maniknya stared dislike towards his interlocutor. "He's good, so don't worry." Airra understood the meaning of Anzar's gaze.
"We've talked a few times, he's friendly."
"He's that-"
"You love her?"
Deg
Airra once thought Anzar would say something like this. He thought Anzar would marry another man. Given the man in front of her, just shut up when Airra expressed her feelings. Silence means to refuse, right? What happened to this man's attitude.
"Love can come with time, especially with the frequent togetherness that is established between us later." Airra replied steadily, staring at Anzar.
"Therefore -"
"Wait for me to return your love."
Sela Anzar's.
Airra looked at him questioningly in confusion. "Mas mean?"
"If love comes because of togetherness, wait until that feeling arises." Said answer.
"I'm trying hard to repay your feelings, Airra."
Deg
Aurra understands now, not a matter of passivity. But the man in front of him is trying to open his heart, to other women. And that woman is him. Airra thought all this time they would only be trapped in the comfort zone, the friend zone. Because Anzar does not change to show the slightest effort. But now, the man himself promised to make an effort.
So, what's wrong if Airra gives him a chance for the umpteenth time.
Meanwhile, far away in the country of ginseng there. A beautiful woman who was pregnant was pensive in front of her apartment window. It was enough he cried, degan all sense he had decided. Tomorrow he will fly to the archipelago, to meet his lover.
"Hopefully, it's not too late." His murmur was small while stroking his distended stomach.
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Sukabumi June 16, 2020
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