SECOND LOVE
CHAPTER 155
Nilam was struggling with his cooking, when someone came calling his name from outside the room.
"Wait a minute!" the girl shouted hurriedly to turn off the stove, to see who was looking for her.
"I'm alone, Lam." Amanda, who just came out of the bathroom, stopped the girl's intentions. Nilam smiled and continued his activities in the kitchen. Amanda rushed to the door to meet the guest.
Not long after, Amanda called out her name with a slight shout, making Nilam cluck in annoyance.
If he also has to come out, why not just now?
"What's wrong?" asked Nilam after the distance of the two was only a few snores.
"That's right outside there's a weird chick, nyariin," ketus Amanda waltzed into the kitchen.
"Let me continue cooking. You take care of that freak" Amanda said.
Nilam stepped out, and sure enough. In the chair she used to sew, a woman sat looking around her.
"Eh." Nilam intended to attract the attention of his unknown guest. But when the woman turned her head, Nilam was a little surprised.
"Eh, Patchouli." The woman in long jeans and dusty pink crop shirt immediately got up. Showing a smile as sweet as sugar, the woman stepped closer to Nilam who was standing at the corner of the door.
"Why did you come here?" tanya Nilam could not hide his dislike.
"Ee here, I want this nitip. Please give it to Baskara later. Yesterday when I looked at him, Baskara pinjemin me this jacket. Maybe she was worried that I was cold and catching a cold" said the caramel-haired woman, handing her a shopping bag that contained a leather jacket belonging to Bas.
Nilam furrowed his brows. Isn't that Bas's favorite jacket? Why could she lend it to someone else, who was even her ex-boyfriend? Was that Baskara worried about the woman now in front of him?
"Nilam," call the woman again.
"I don't mean to make you suspicious so don't be prejudiced. We have no relationship anymore. It's purely because of humanity. Baskara is so. Always worried that I can't take care of myself." Unasked, the woman explained what she really did not need an explanation for Nilam. Even what is said, it raises real prejudice.
"Why don't you bring it to Mas Bas's house? Well, you guys can talk a little longer. Who knows, there is still an unfinished thing between you, which must be resolved," Nilam fishing rod.
The woman smiled faintly. Looks like the plan worked.
"No. I don't want to cause any slander between us. I don't want to ruin your relationship, by seeing her often."
"That's you understand. Then what is your intention to come here, leave the unimportant things that you borrowed with my future husband? Let what? Let me know he's worried about you, is that it?"
"So sensi? Did you know that I was not sensational? We never knew each other, yeah. And I'm not interested in your acquaintance. I also do not open the titip service, which you can entrust your used goods." Nilam's face was calm, but the sentence that came out of his mouth, as well as the look in his eyes showed a rage that was ready to burn.
"Priest,"
From inside the room, Amanda comes near Nilam.
"Have not gone yet, too, his guest?" He continued, when he saw that the Former Beloved Baskara was still standing outside.
Nilam shrugged his shoulders indifferently. With her hands still folded in front of her chest, the girl looked cynically forward.
"I just want this nitip, though. But Nilam did not want to, and even angry with me. I mean nothing."
"You want what nitip?" ask Amanda for a little bit of curiosity. While Nilam rolled his eyes, lazy. He wanted to leave, but his arm was pinched by Amanda until the girl grimaced.
"Here, Baskara's jacket. Yesterday he gave me a loan, just want to come back here. So I intend to send this to Nilam. If I go there, fear of slander. Because Baskara said he wanted to get married, it's not good that I often meet him."
"Ooh that's not saying anymore! He really wants to get married. Pinter Mba. The understanding. It has to be, Mba. Men who have been marked, should not be approached. Women need to have self-respect. Don't push the price. Oh yeah, how can Bas get you a jacket? Wasn't he still in the hospital?" ask Amanda with her innocent face.
"Ooh this, yesterday. When he just got out of the hospital, I went there just as well. As soon as I want to go back, it turns out my jacket is dirty because of his son Utari's drink. So Baskara love this for me to wear."
"Very understanding of him yes," cynical Nilam. Amanda pinched Nilam's arm again, opening her eyes.
"Ooh." Amanda nodded her head, smiling at the Ex-Baskara.
"It looks like Mas Bas did deliberately love it for you. He doesn't need that jacket anymore." Sela Nilam finally.
"But this is her favorite jacket, Lam."
"The thing he gave to others means he doesn't need it anymore. After all, Mas Bas did not go home to his mother, yesterday," said Nilam after remembering something.
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