SECOND LOVE
CHAPTER 91
Nilam passed his beloved matic faster than usual. The Bus message some time ago, made the girl want to arrive at the boarding house soon.
Even he who usually goes home together with Amanda, this time leaving his best friend who still buys personal needs.
"Sorry Nda, I can't nemenin you ... The bus was just like him." Said the girl, making Amanda pop her lips.
"Yes ... Go home, back to the flat-necked kost. Take a bath, and beautiful dress up, welcome your prince." Amanda with her face bent.
Instead of feeling guilty and discouraging his intention to go home early, Nilam thanked Amanda for giving him good advice.
Although he knew Amanda was insinuating him, but for now he chose to pretend not to understand the insinuation.
"Thank you for the advice, dear Manda ...." He then hurried to leave his friend.
For some reason, the pounding on his chest grew even more pronounced, when he imagined he would meet with Bas, after a few days of not exchanging news.
'I'm why the hell? Very small, ' suck it on yourself. There was a turmoil within him that he could not bear, as if he wanted to explode right then and there.
His face turned red, and his heartbeat was felt as he entered the boarding gate, he saw his familiar motorbike parked in the parking lot.
'mas Bas has come, ' whispered his heart. By reflex his hand tidied the hair that was a little messy because it was blown by the wind.
The nervousness attacked him suddenly.
From a distance of fifty meters, he had already seen Bas sitting in the front seat of his room. Playing on a cell phone, with a jacket still attached to the man's body.
"Mas" he said as he was in front of Baskara.
The bus raised its head, still with the rest of its smile that had been growing since, as it read a message from someone.
"Hi" said Bas, smiling wider. Feeling happy to see the girl who was missed, right in front of her eyes now.
But Nilam who from the beginning saw Baskara busy with his phone, felt a little upset, because the man looked very happy, smiling himself staring at the flat screen.
'what drew his eyes, so that he could see it staring at a cell phone?' think Nilam.
He who originally wanted to welcome the arrival of the Bus, did not do it. His heart had been tainted by a sudden bad thought.
Finally he only showed a thin smile, as a mere formality.
"Well, was that here?" He asked, as he stepped closer to the boarding door. He reached for the key in the bag he was carrying, then put it in the door hole.
"No, it's new." Bas, staring at the girl.
"Please mas," asked Nilam, when he managed to open the door of his boarding room.
Bas according. Come into the room, which is no stranger to him. Not to forget he also took the luggage he brought from his hometown.
"Lam, where's this?"
"What's that?" Ask Nilam.
"Your favorite food. Want to eat now?"
Nilam still doesn't understand. His eyes squinted, trying to guess what was the contents of the black crackle bag that Baskara was carrying.
Bas smiled looking at Nilam's mannerisms, which looked funny in his eyes.
"It's not a bomb, don't look at it ...." Kekeh Bas makes Nilam ashamed.
"This is the one*blayag you like. Buy it at your subscription place." Baskara Terang.
Nilam immediately grabbed the black-colored package. Take her to the kitchen to change her place.
"Waaah, mas, this is a lot ...." He said in a slightly loud voice.
Baskara smiled, feeling happy because the simple thing that was done for Nilam, could make her girl as enthusiastic as it was.
"For a fee, can I have one black coffee?" Ask Baskara, with a small ruckus.
The bus rolled out a carpet that Nilam used as a base for lesehan, either to eat or just relax. Waiting for Nilam to bring him the coffee he asked for.
Not waiting long, Nilam appeared with a tray containing his order and also some pastries arranged in a jar.
"Diminum mas, I change clothes first yes," said the girl after putting her luggage in front of the bus.
"Where's the shirt changed?" Ask Bas.
"In the bathroom is a ... Time here?" Ketus Nilam made Bas chuckle.
"Forgot, we're not legitimate. If it's legal, then it's free." Say Bus again.
Nilam rubbed his eyes, making Bas laugh.
"Kidna ... It's aja ngambek. It's funnier to know that it's a snack ...." Tempting Bas, rolled his eyes.
Nilam was annoyed, but also pleased to be teased by the man in front of him. But he did not speak Bas. Soon the girl took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom.
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Nilam really enjoyed the souvenirs that the Bus brought for him.
His mouth did not stop chewing, until a plate of coconut milk was ludes in the blink of an eye.
"Why see that?" The girl asked, as she realized Gunadh's unusual gaze towards her.
"No ... Just look at you eating it. So feel useful, bring your favorite food."
"When am I not eating? Every time I bring food, I always eat it, right?" Nilam Sahut.
Gunadh smiled faintly.
"Thank you Lam, thank you for making this useless man feel appreciated." Said Bus.
"Mas," Nilam did not expect, Bas would say a word that made his heart break.
The bus lowered its head. There was a pain he was trying to cover up from the girl he loved. But the tightness in his chest forced his mouth to speak, like a few minutes ago.
Nilam sat next to the bus. Grabbing the arm wrapped in the ash-colored t-shirt, and hugging it tightly. She doesn't care, though people will consider her an aggressive girl. With a gentle look he looked at Baskara's sad face.
"Why judge yourself that low, ma'am? What's up?" Ask Nilam gently.
Bas. Their distance was quite close, even they could feel the breath of one another.
"What's wrong?" Nilam asked again, because Bas did not give him an answer.
The man simply stared at his face fixedly, without saying a word.
Bas took off Nilam's arm from his arm, and carried the girl in his arms.
Nilam did not resist, he resigned when Bas held him so tightly.
"Mas would love to tell you everything, Lam, but it's hard to express everything."
"Maas ...." Nilam could not say anything, he could only rub the back of the Bas as a form of support, whatever the problem Baskara was facing.
"Still afternoon woeee ... Play a hug," the voice from the front door surprised the two.
Even Nilam's face was burning, feeling shame and surprise at the same time.
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*blayag is a kind of lontong wrapped with elongated-shaped janur.
