Police And Accountants

9

De Ja Vu's

The day passed. I lived with joy.

there was no feeling in my heart after I decided not to get along with Darrel.

But there is someone who keeps interfering with my day with short messages on whats*app. Even if you only ask the news, what and where else.

Usually women easily melt and baper if men are careful. But not with me. I feel de ja vu or maybe my heart is dead. Is this my karma because I often play tricks on men ?

But at least I've never hung a lekaki with a haraapan without certainty.

I'm just a normal human being. I want to be loved like I love her. Is this really my fate? Is it time to open my heart to someone else?

I'm afraid to fall again, I'm not ready for it. But I can't bear to squirm that guy keeps his real attention I don't have any feelings for him.

Until the weekend, I will return to the village.

When I arrived at the village, my mother asked

“ How did you get home? He said the end of the new month to come home all invitations to your place that's” said Mama was surprised to see my arrival. Oh yeah btw mom papa call me mbak because get used to my sister huh. My only brother, his name is Azmi Arrasya he is sitting in 2nd grade Junior High. We were quite far away

“ Yes ma, no one wants to visit. Brother brother racer who yesterday mbak post in ig” I said while glancing at the mama's eye bead. Because usually mama will be angry if I bring a man other than widi (the person who betrothed mama, mother's children)

“ Ohh yauda.. Take a shower and keep eating. When did he come so mom can cook delicious” said mom while glancing at me

“ Okay dehh” said mama as she passed from before me

I glanced at my room. Room that hasn't changed since I left 3 months ago.

The distance to my house is only 1 hour and a half, but I didn't come home that long. Not because I am selfish or do not miss family.even I cry every night to vent my longing. The thing that I can face, but if I go home, I'm always confronted by widi. The man who pretended to be innocent in front of my parents and his parents

Cihhhh though often bring women to his boarding house. Fortunately I'm not a lazy woman who gets easily lulled by it

strangely I always accept his apology, not because my heart is too good, but because I appreciate his parents who love me so much.

Having satisfied me with my own dialogue, I rushed to take a bath and gathered with my papa mama and my sister below.

“ Papaaa,Azmi..mbak longinduuu “ I passed while sprinkling on their body.

“ Yee lu mbak already in college is also still spoiled banged equally papa” said azmi my sister

“ Gapapa dong, as long as mbak unmarried mbak can still remain spoiled equally papa. Papa's responsibility will make his son's happy” said I

“ Yes azmi benerr.and you mbak, who take care of all your deeds will be your husband, father and son. So if you love us, watch your actions, verbal and vile thoughts, said papa while grieving

“ Yes pa mbak ngerti. Don't let us be happy now don't be sad anymore ? “ said