SECOND LOVE

CHAPTER 117

Time passes quickly. Every second that was initially torturous now began to become commonplace for Nilam. His new activity received a kebaya stitch, or just service clothes that he did from the boarding house, seized his attention, until now there were no longer longing cries or moody faces that he showed. His busyness is able to silence the longing that has been so hot.

Time to just work and work. Even more and more customer days continue to grow, until the break time decreases.

"Lam, I'm leaving, yes" said Amanda, patting her best friend's shoulder from behind.

"Ah, yes. Be careful Nda," said Nilam briefly stop his activities.

Amanda stepped in while waving, while Nilam resumed sewing kebaya orders, from one of his boarding neighbors.

Today she got the day shift, so that since the morning after breakfast, the girl had already started her sewing machine, struggling with cloth, thread, and needles.

Until the time pointed to the number 11 noon, then he stopped his activities. Prepare to make lunch, as well as supplies for him to take to work.

Nilam hasn't even seen his phone since morning.

Actually in the head of the girl there is always the name of her lover, but as much as possible she can resist her desire to contact Bas, because she does not want to dissolve in sadness afterwards.

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Meanwhile, elsewhere on the island was different, the same thing Baskara did. Busy re-creation of the building, which was almost finished. Add a previously non-existent section, but without subtracting the aesthetic value from the previous image. It really drained his mind.

Project time continues to run, but there are obstacles in the work that make it have to lengthen patience. Overtime almost every night, making the eyes of his vision more clearly visible.

Often he felt homesick, wanted to go home to his beloved, but his responsibilities were not finished.

"Bas, eat first!" Gilang came with two packs of rice and drinking water.

They both host, not far from the villa project they are working on.

"Put it there," said Bas still focus on the sketches he made.

He chose to enjoy his lunch alone, because the break was only one hour.

"Bas, eat first! Poor stomach. Don't force it, you'll get sick!" The finished Gilang finally chose to bring Bas food to his desk.

Inevitably, Baskara gave up her job, glaring at the first glimpse of her village friend with a faint smile.

Grateful he invited Gilang to work with him. At least there are people who give him attention, to maintain health.

Speaking of attention, he remembered his lover who had been busy lately, so he rarely had time, just to ask him what he was doing? Has he eaten or not?

Or other small things that Nilam often asked him before.

"Bas! Bengong! The rice is eaten, do not glare so! It won't fill you up!" Gilang patted his shoulder, making Baskara surprised.

"Damn it, make it a shock!" ketus Baskara brought the rice that had been opened the wrapper, then immediately enjoyed it.

Finished with stomach affairs, Bas took the time to contact Nilam who since morning did not have any news.

But unfortunately, until the third ring, the girl did not receive his call.

Wet sighing disappointed. Staring at the screen displaying the name of her lover, with a blank look.

Since Nilam has had a new activity, the girl is increasingly rarely preaching it. He never asked when he was coming home, when the project would be completed, or any other longing questions, even though he had not been home for more than two months.

The bus likes that. At such times he felt needed by Nilam. He felt valuable, when Nilam called him with a pouty face, but when asked why? the girl just shook her head, saying "it's okay." Although Bas actually knew, Nilam sulked because he could not go home.

Bas was disappointed, because he felt Nilam no longer cared about him. No longer intense to ask the situation, and instead choose to drown in work.