Semusim Love

Scant...

Many times I tried to neutralize the heart. Trying to find a little wise words to comfort a Keisya.

Keisya continued to cry, raving about how ill he had been betrayed.

"Have you seen that woman? I mean catch them cheating?" Me ask carefully.

Keisya shook his head slowly.

"So where can you conclude that Rully cheated from?"

"I opened the phone, she's still a student."

"Maybe a student who is an apprentice in his office Rully, it could be right. Discussing the task, maybe..."

"Where there is a duty, the end sends a message 'met bobo, beautiful dreams yes'." Keisya's crying is getting louder.

I fell silent, only able to stroke my best friend's shoulder slowly.

"Talk carefully to Rully if you've found accurate evidence." I said softly while hugging Keisya.

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Coming home from my meeting with Keisya. My mind was suddenly full. I became a wish. If I were in Keisya's position. If only Dennis had cheated on me behind my back...

When I got married, I admitted that I was jealous. It turns out I just realized, I'm possessive and a severe jealous. Indeed, it is not up to open personal items belonging to Dennis.

But I'm innate to his misgivings only. If the road where the two are the same as Dennis, there are women who stare at him in such a way, I immediately alert. I usually put on a jutek face. Stupid, those women say I watch dogs, cake lions, security, and you name it.

They don't know themselves anyway. Clearly there is already a tail alias bininya, why is it still frowned upon as well?

Well youho...Well lhoooo.

Obviously there is already a tail, why is it still frowned upon as well?

Conscious Tippy...conscious?!

Arya has a tail. Beautiful, actually. You've seen it once in Arya's IG. Her name is Hana if it's not wrong. How do you feel about her husband too?

Whoaaa. More than a wit, right?

Huuuwuu. You're totally a jerk, Tippy.

But I'm not the one who sniffs and ngegeget first. Her. The Aryan!

So why do you want Tippy? are you also Dennis?

Hey, why would you want to?

Because.. because.I'm saturated. I need a new mood. The non-monotone, which gave me the challenge to further actualize my abilities. Which frees me from feeling treated like.uhmmmm... BABU. because I'm tired of pretending to be calm and happy. I'm actually NOT HAPPY.

Sure Lo, Py?

Now try to remember again, Dennis does not support the development of your self-actualization, huh? when do you want a list of CPNS tests in Kemenristek Dikti? who's trying to bother, starting from the CASN account list, keep the portal lola, midnight he wakes up to listin his wife, scan your files. Even if you don't pass.

Is it true that you are treated like a 'Babu'? who is willing to mijitin your feet before going to bed, take you to drink water when the nights you are thirsty, or who you snapped as good as jidat when the motor matic you damaged or broke down, or broke down, while you know it's just gas, brake, the same fuel doang?

Still, are you sure you're not happy?

If you really feel unhappy, why don't you ask for a divorce with her? Hayoo dare???...

Hayoo there, ask for a divorce with Dennis. He said you're not happy.

But don't regret it, yeah. After from you. Dennis is going to be a cool widower. Are you willing? she walks with another woman? married another woman?

Hmmm not sure .... You must have gone straight to the poison grass brand Gramaxon, which is notoriously deadly, right Py?

Remember the word grandma, mah man, let the widower still practice. Not like a girl.

Tippy, listen to me. If you are a widow, you will be stressed yourself. Not yet a matter of people's ninyir response to your widow's status. Not if every mirror, you will look like a ghost.

You can't lie to the laws of nature, Py. You're getting older day by day. The ones that are not stressed seem to be getting older. Especially you who are stressed.

Hohohoo, a cool widower named Dennis and a wrinkled old widow named Tippy. Not very!

So then? so then? so then?

Huffhhh....

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And in fact my weak heart is still too dear to let go of the sweetness of a relationship with an Aryan. And this is where we were, at a Senayan City Food studio, past lunchtime, not too crowded.

"Till when do we keep this up, Py?" Arya feeds her sushi with chopsticks, goes into her mouth.

I was struck with one hand propping up my chin. The steak in front of me I haven't touched in the least. Not tasteful.

"Tippy..." He whispered softly. Eyes dimming.

My mind is not there at all. I'm busy thinking about my relationship with Dennis. Episode by episode with the husband continues to chase. How messed up my life is! Unconsciously I was complaining.

"Eh, it's like Rossa..." Suddenly Arya broke my daydream.

"Rossa who?"

"That's it... Rossa's a real, artist." I followed Arya's eyes.

Two tables across from us, yes it's Rossa with his management team.

"Assyik meet the artist. I love his songs." Arya clucking.

A bomb like it was being activated towards the explosion a few seconds later. One table next to Rossa's cs was.

He was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt with the sleeves part rolled up to my case. How handsome. Incredibly handsome. Come alone with a tray containing. mmmm...Rendang.

He ...he was the one who said kabul ijab years ago to me. He's Dennis?!

Glc ....

As soon as my face paled, there was almost no more blood there, the definition of a real undead aka Zombie.

"Py...Tippy...you why?" Dongak Arya was surprised to see the sudden change in my face.

I stammered for a moment.

Think Tippy's. Think!!!!

Run. Blurred. Stuck under the table. Pretend to go to the toilet and run away. Oh my God, anything. What matters is disappearing!

"Yes, I have to go!"

"Your order hasn't been eaten yet."

"So. Just make you."

"Tippy..."

I stood up and prepared to run. But Arya's got me. He's blocking my wrist. You know, for the first time he touched me. But.aduuuh...

"Detach, Yes. Release, please..."

"Yes, but what's up?" Arya keukeh's.

I count with time.

"Deliver! I literally panicked, almost yelled and immediately walked away with a signal. "I'll - tell-you-later-and-never-try-to - follow-me!"

Just then, the man, Dennis I mean, turned to our table. Spontaneously I turned my back on him and called out to the crowd in line at KFC.

Oh my God, please...

Maybe I have had too many sins. But please don't...

Die me!...

To be Continue

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