Secrets of the Former (Love Left Behind)

The Seventy Six

Speaking of the soles of the feet, the child's paradise is on the soles of the feet of the mother, if the wife's heaven is on the soles of the feet, anyway?

E-hm!

After a scene that is deliberately censored so as not to cause chronic kebaperan, Nevan and Gantari glide to the nearest meatball stall.

"We used to be here" Gantari recalls. His eyes combed the meatball stalls that almost every time always crowded visitors, just like before.

The difference is, if in the past who served customers was only a middle-aged man commonly called Mr. De, now his position was replaced by several young men who looked so deft, maybe his employees. Meanwhile, Mr. De himself chose to sit at the cashier table and occasionally go around greeting customers. He was as friendly as ever.

"You wait here, yeah. Let me order." Nevan took off her leather jacket and attached it to the chair. Then, it instantly twisted the body, leaving behind Gantari who had just sat down. In fact, there was no response Nevan gave to Gantari's words earlier.

Maybe, Nevan doesn't remember.

"Eh! Sorry."

Gantari, who has not cut off the match, sees Nevan being hit by a woman carrying a bowl of meatballs, until the meatball sauce spills a little into the dark gray T-shirt Nevan wears.

"Sorry, Mas. I didn't mean it" ringis the bad girl.

Nevan looked down and saw her wet t-shirt. Then, he looked up at the straight-haired woman who looked so unwell with the meatball bowl still in his hand.

"First acquaintance dong, Ma'am."

Gosh darn.

Gantari rounded her eyes in shock. He didn't listen wrong?

Nevan invited other women to meet on their date?

It doesn't make sense.

Even more absurd is that now Nevan and the meatball bowl woman are shaking hands with a smile on their lips. In fact, when the greetings page ended and Nevan continued her goal of ordering food, she still glanced at Nevan.

Gantari snorted bitterly, then pulled out his phone and chose to read the novel online only, until someone placed a glass of iced tea in front of him. Gantari looked up, then clamped the dropper into his mouth and sipped the iced tea in silence.

"Don't drink too much. Later full," Nevan reprimanded when he saw Gantari continued to sip ice tea almost toilet.

"What's his name?"

"Huh?"

Gantari snorted, then continued to drink iced tea.

Hot smoldering, guys.

***

Space seemed to frown, staring at Shanessa who was resting on her shoulders with such a deep look. Until, a simple statement came out of the lips of Space, "If your money is less to buy a long skirt, let me buy it."

Cracks.

Shanessa released her hand quickly from Space. She felt her feminine self-esteem was trampled.

"There's a file to sign, sir. I leave it here. Let Mr. Leo take it later," Shanessa said coldly.

Shanessa actually put the file she had snatched on Leo to the table without bothering to wait for Angkasa to check and sign it first as usual.

Space frowned innocently. Seeing Shanessa's departure for the second time with her feet snapped violently.

"Shanessa?"

The deg!

Shanessa did not immediately say, what else twisted the body. He was weighing and raging with his own mind. Should he turn around or just go?

"Yes, Sir?"

Oh, shite!

"How do you think I look?" Space cleared his throat wrongly, then continued, "I mean, my short hair."

Shanessa's decision to turn around was not wrong. Finally, Angkasa saw his whereabouts, questioning his income. There was a heat radiating across Shanessa's face, making her unable to not blush.

"Do you think Gantari will like it?"

***

Journey continued. Gantari was still busy asking, "What's his name?"

Meanwhile, Nevan is busy explaining that it is just a joking spontaneity.

"You jealous?"

"choose. What should be jealous of?"

"What's that supposed to be called?"

"Curious. That's a curious name," looks Gantari tenacious. He sees Nevan dead who walks in the back while siphoning off the gulali. Next stop was the city park.

Why not just go to the mall, anyway? Adems.

Such a place never entered their dating list from time immemorial, that is.

"Tuh, look. To the park take the kids, "soon Nevan. Then, he sat on a garden chair under a lush tree overlooking the lake.

"Whose son? A kitten?"

"Kittens? Chicks, dong, honey," Nevan replies as she feeds the gulali into Gantari's mouth.

Gantari could not help but smile. The trivial things Nevan said could always improve his mood.

"Do you see an angel?"

"Don't tell me I was told to read."

Nevan gawked, then coughed. He hit his own chest excessively to mock Gantari. An irritated Gantari helps hit Nevan's shoulder, causing Nevan to laugh with joy.

"Now!" Nevan pulls out her phone and shows it to Gantari. The curious Gantari shifts her body to get closer and looks at Nevan's phone screen showing a photo.

Nevan fingers move nimble slide by slide which again still shows a candid photo of Gantari on the beach.

"You stole a picture of me secretly?"

"Beautiful, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Nevan almost pretended to cough again when she heard Gantari's short confident reply, but it was not because Gantari had pinched her. And, then such small talk kept rolling.

Love can cut time, right? Because by just joking around, it turns out the sun has started to dawn.

***

Bang Nevan: *cash-title*

If : Clingak-clinguk mulu, Bang.

Bang Nevan: Oh my God! Bummer.

If : Dih!

Bang Nevan: You didn't want to advertise?

If : Males again.

Bang Nevan: Are you sick, Dek?

If : Hooh. Heartache writhing Brother mesra-mesraan continues.

Bang Nevan: Lah, instead of seeing his brother happy.

If : Bang ... matewin If, dong 🤧

Bang Nevan: Who would you like to be? Anwar?

If : Same Nevandra Ardiona.

Bang Nevan: *toyor*