SECOND LOVE

CHAPTER 126

The bus took a deep breath, then exhaled it violently. He stared at his dark screen.

Did he make a fatal mistake?

Why is Nilam so angry with her?

Don't you know that girl, if she's tormented with all this?

Didn't they agree a few months ago they were getting married? Why does Nilam not want that to happen now?

He came out of his room. Sitting on the porch, smoking the cigarette he just lit.

White smoke billowed high, as he exhaled from his mouth.

Bas's eyes stared at the late afternoon sky, where the dark clouds slowly camouflaged the blue above. As far as the eye could see, his mind floated.

"What should I do now?" as if asking yourself. Of course it's just the quiet he got. No sound was the answer.

Then he suddenly got up, rushed back into the room to reach his phone back. He searched the name of his top contact, then dialed the number.

No need to wait long, the answer from across he received.

He talked for a long time, until he finally breathed a sigh of relief when the phone call was interrupted.

He seemed to get a fresh breeze, so it did not feel a faint smile on his back covering his heart.

Gilang, who had been out foraging as usual, patted Bas's dreamy shoulder.

"Bag,"

"Eh, Lang!"

"Well, are you dumb? Tumben?" comment gilang. Because usually Bas never miss a second of time, to pensive. The man seemed to never get tired of carving on paper, completing one job after another that had previously been so chaotic.

Bas smiled thinly.

"Lang, do you want to come home? I had permission from the boss, a week off," Bas said, not responding to a friend's question.

Gilang frowned.

"What's wrong? How sudden?" ask Gilang.

Bas then told him of his plans to marry Nilam in the near future.

"But the thing is right now, he's mad at me, Lang. I can't focus on working this way. I have to go home to resolve the misunderstandings that have occurred" explained Bas at length.

"It's natural that he's angry. Previously you were at odds, then suddenly you made such a decision, without her consent. Maybe he thinks you're doing this because of a momentary emotion."

"Sabaaar, this is a test for the sincerity of your love, as well as a lesson so that in the future always prioritizes communication together before you make a decision." Gilang's advice got the nod from the Bus.

"Trus when are you going home?" ask Gilang again.

"Tonight. Maybe I'll find the boat at 11." said Bas.

"Donk's body arrived?" comment Gilang.

"Yes not pa-pa, so early in the morning I was in front of the hostel. You how? What are you going to do?"

"I was here first. Kumpulin stock, want a day." said Gilang.

"Hmmm, okay. I'll go home by myself if so," said Bas.

After that they prepared to enjoy the food that Gilang bought. Gilang as usual took two plastic plates, as a feeding mat, while Bas prepared a small mat for their pedestal to sit on.

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Meanwhile at the boarding house, Nilam hugged his knees with a look of laughter. There was clearly a frustrated face on the girl, which Amanda could read.

"Sabaaar. Don't think too much. Just go ahead, Lam. Maybe this is indeed a provision of the above," he said advising Nilam.

"The problem is, I'm not sincere or not living it, Nda. But it's about the way he makes his decisions. I don't like it."

"It will be okay to say, say that you do not like the way he is like this. Everything has to be communicated, Lam. Do nothing get solved by sulking. Some of you should be grateful, there are men who love you so much, who are so afraid of losing you, that they do all this. Out there, maybe many are expecting to get a male figure like Baskara. Hardworking, responsible, even very close to your family, which means he not only loves you, but also loves your family" Amanda said.

Nilam did not answer. He digests in silence the words of his best friend.

True indeed, no human being is perfect. Wrong and Khilaf is a certainty that will be done in life.

The difference is, how one improves oneself, trying not to make the same mistakes over and over again.

'I hope Bas knows that what he's doing right now is wrong. And will not repeat again someday, Nilam's mind.

"Don't make it a burden of the mind, Lam ... Let's go out yuk, let's not slur. I'm not dizzy anymore, right?" persuade Amanda.

Nilam.

"Where are we going?" ask the girl.

"Find the wind. We can buy grilled corn there. Or are we going to the xx night market? I can choose a lot of food menu. Just don't go to the beach, bosen!" said Amanda.

After thinking for a few minutes, Nilam finally agreed to Amanda's invitation.

"May, we go to the night market ... Want to settle for a good meal," said Nilam, rising from his bed, to prepare.