Rainy Couple's

Mixed

Inside the angkot, Kezia pondered. His gaze was straight towards the vehicles that were milling behind the blue car he was riding. Lips bent. Eyes glazed.

Kezia was confused as to why it could be like this. Why should there be a separation after an encounter? Why did he have to meet Matias if the edges would later split?

It was not that Kezia wanted to part with Matias, for almost never cemented Kezia's mind in that direction. Kezia loves Matias too much. I love the whole heart of the man who studied in Japan. But Kezia is also dear to his family, especially Brother Thalia.

No matter how thick Thalia is, she's still Kezia's sister. The blood of the curly haired woman was the same as the blood that flowed in Kezia's veins. They're blood. Blood brothers, siblings, serahim brothers (because born from the womb of the same mother).

"God, how should I do? It's not good if I go, Thalia suspects me that I'm mulu. I was leaving, Sister Thalia suspected I had met Matias." said Kezia. Kezia hoped that none of the passengers would hear him. Unfortunately, someone heard. A little boy sitting next to her, holding her hand. Kezia.

"Excitement, brother," said the little boy with his thumb.

Kezia smiled at the little boy. That woman really likes children. Helen, the son of Sister Thalia, likes to be carried, even though her back, has tired half ******.

"Eh, Seven, don't bother her brother" said a young mother, who held the little girl. "Oh yes, if I'm disturbed by my son,"

Kezia. "Gapapa, really. I like his kids too. What age is your child, Mom?"

"Eh, don't call me Mother dong. My name is Imel, call me Imel."

Kezia accepted the invitation to shake hands. "Kezia."

"My son is in kind."

"Oh."

"I think we're the same age. How old are you?"

"You're on this thirty-year road."

"Marriage father? Uh, but I think you have a problem again, yeah. About love?"

Kezia did not answer, only smiling. Perhaps because it felt so from Kezia's expression, Imel could say like this, "Patience well, there must be a way out. Keep praying to God. He'll never give you a harder test than we can bear."

"Thank you." said Kezia slowly. Without Kezia noticing, tears began to pour down her cheeks.

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It turns out Lucy's sister turned on the DVD player. Kezia's guess is right. His older brother was indeed a hobby of listening to music through a DVD player. According to him, it is better if through the player, because we can all karaoke.

"Just come home, Zia?" ask Lucy who immediately stopped singing the Japanese song.

"Yes. Oh yeah, where's Thalia? I think Lucy's sister is home alone."

"She went with her husband and son for a walk to the mall. Have you eaten?"

"So I was with my friends. Still full too."

"Zia, we're leaving for Singapore in two days. The ticket was bought by Thalia."

Kezia was lethargic to hear it, but he forced himself to smile. Very quickly his departure. Kezia thought it was still a week to Singapore.

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In Kezia's room, by the way,

👦 Departure the day after tomorrow?

👧 Yes, the plan is that. Tickets were bought with him too.

👦 Be careful yes.

👧 Cuman weekly, but how heavy it seems to go all the way from you.

👦 Same, me too. Yes, you go straight to sleep. Cape all day.

👧 Thanks.

Just as Kezia was about to close his eyes and put the phone on the nightstand, a message came. By Martin Winter.

👤 Just put down each of your problems for a moment. Do not bring it into the dream. Good night, Celine! Sweet dream!

Kezia laughed reading it. Basic Martin. Martin was one of Kezia's acquaintances who called him Celine. And, for some reason, Kezia liked the nickname. It reminded Kezia of the Dutch-blooded Opa Henk.