Stranger is Love

Wrongly Thought?

Finally I chose to follow Sultan to the music store, accompanied him to buy guitar strings to replace his broken guitar strings. I was forced to come because Yogi did not return my message.

At first I ignored the Sultan's invitation because I didn't want to disappoint Yogi, but instead Yogi ignored my message which had been sent for a few minutes.

"I'm here, yeah."

"You sure?" I just nodded, although I knew Sultan was disappointed that I did not accompany him to the store. "Well, I'll be right back!"

"Yes, go in. I'll just wait here!" A smile as sweet as I could give to the Sultan who sighed softly. He just nodded and quickly entered the music store.

While waiting for the Sultan with his needs, I again checked the message I sent to Yogi and it remained the same. Yogi hasn't read my message yet.

She was last online five minutes before I sent her a message. "She why didn't you reply to my message, anyway? Is he the same Difa?"

The anxiety made me guess what the Yogi was really doing. I remember this morning when she said she was going to pick me up after class.

Coincidentally today our class was completed at almost the same hour, even though we were different faculties.

"Jang!" I quickly turned around when someone called my name. My eyes widened, holding back resentment as I watched the person I was thinking about leisurely walk towards me with his girlfriend.

Not wanting to be suspicious, I tried to act ordinary. Ignoring Yogi's usual presence when near Difa.

"Who are you here? Sultan?" Difa looks enthusiastic. He grasped both hands with a look for the whereabouts of the Sultan, while I chose to stare intently at Yogi who stood behind Difa clumsily.

"Which sultan?" tanya Difa is back.

"He's inside!" It was uncomfortable to be around the woman who became her husband's lover, with a bit of roughness I took my hand and smiled forced upon Difa. "You want to go to this store too?" I asked while glancing at Yogi who remained silent.

"Oh, that was me same new Yogi from the store over there." Difa pointed to a bookstore that was in the line of music stores. Only a few meters away. "Now, I bought a book for my niece who was treated for typhoid. Understandably, he also likes to read books and because crying keeps asking to go home, so I bought this before going to the hospital!" Difa spoke at length enthusiastically while showing reading books for children, even though I did not pay much attention to it.

"Jeng, I'm done. Loh, you guys!" The Sultan was done with his needs. I quickly approached the Sultan and grabbed his arm, spoiled. I deliberately did it in front of Yogi let him know how to feel annoyed with jealousy.

"Have you?" I looked at Sultan with a smile. The Sultan simply nodded while showing the items he bought. "Then take me home!"

"Eem, let's eat first, yeah. I'm starving because it's morning and noon haven't had time to eat!"

"Sultan can do it, anyway? You want to get sick? Want to make me sad?" tanyaku while sulking. I will make Yogi more jealous of my behavior and the sweet attitude that Sultan gave, he chuckled softly while rubbing my hair.

"Oh, the romantic is the ease, dong. Just be jealous!" Difa's words made me take off the arms of the Sultan. "Oh, yeah. How about we eat together. I happen to know a good place to eat around here!"

"Where?" I glanced at the Sultan who instantly agreed and finally I nodded in agreement as well.

"Yes already, yuk." Difa quickly grabbed Yogi's hand and grasped it tightly. In my heart I laughed in satisfaction when I saw the face of Yogi who was holding back in anger. To the extent that Yogi brushed aside Difa's hand and left us just like that.

"Well, sorry about Yogi, yeah. I'm following him. Just follow our bike!" Difa quickly chased after the Yogi who walked at a fast pace.

I noticed Yogi when he put the helmet on to Difa, as if intentionally doing it to make me jealous. I have to show Yogi that I can even repay him.

"Jeng, just daydream!" The Sultan touched my nose with his index finger.

"No, really!"

"Yep, we'll miss them. They're out of the parking lot!" I let it go when the Sultan pulled my hand away to his parked car.

The Sultan's car follows a Yogi motor that runs slowly. Really I held back my irritation when I saw Difa hugging tightly onto Yogi's waist.

"What did you say, Jeng?" The Sultan looked at me with a confused look.

"Nothing!"

The Sultan nodded and refocused on driving. "So I thought you were talking to me, but your voice is small, so it doesn't sound obvious."

"Oh, that's .. I'm trying to memorize the lyrics of that song!" Never mind, just let me lie. After all, there have been many lies to the Sultan since the wedding took place.

"What song?"

Duh, confused yourself finally. How do I know what song I'm chanting. "Definitely don't want to tell!" I smiled awkwardly because of the Sultan's reply. "Yes, but later if I have already memorized I want to hear, yes, just a little!"

"Later, no promises!" The Sultan nodded and smiled sweetly. Ah, seeing the Sultan's sincere smile it was heartless to see him hurt when he found out that this lover was married and loved her husband so much.

I frowned when I saw the Yogi motor stop in front of the chicken dumpling noodle stall that became my favorite place and Yogi. Didn't expect at all that Yogi also brought Difa to eat at our favorite place.

"Tan, should we not go with them?" I held off the Sultan who was about to take off his seat belt, he looked at me confusedly.

"Why indeed?"

"You haven't eaten anything since morning, if you're eating noodles I'm afraid you have a stomachache!"

The sultan laughed softly. "Just relax, my stomach is immune the same way. Besides, I really want to eat noodles, have not eaten noodles for a long time!" The Sultan finally removed his seatbelt and got out of the car.

Hah, if this is how I had to come out too.

"What do you want to order?" asked Difa as we entered the stall that looked lonely. The buyer right now is just the four of us.

"What's in here?" ask the sultan enthusiastically. He looks so excited to see what menus are sold.

"I'm just like you, yeah!" Sultan nodded, while Sultan and Difa were ordering, I decided to approach Yogi who sat alone while playing his phone.

"It turns out the reason you didn't reply to my message was because of Difa?" Yogi was surprised, he looked at me while putting his phone in his pants pocket.

"Jjj ...."

"Already, besides, I should know that you can never refuse Difa's request, even I don't think that you have also invited Difa to this place!" Yogi looked at me fixedly with one of his eyebrows raised.

"You misunderstood, Jeng!"

"I ...."

"What are you talking about?" Difa suddenly joined and made me pare to reply to Yogi's words. "Here you go, why am I even a kepo, yes!" Difa chuckles slowly. "Oh, yeah, you guys must be here first, right?"

Yogi and I looked at each other for a moment and then chose to nod, saying Difa's words even though we have actually been to this place at least three times. "The chicken noodles here are very good and famous, even though they are still fairly new," said Difa enthusiastically.

"You've been here a lot?" manya curious.

Difa shook her head, she hugged Yogi's arm and made me claustrophobic, eager to force Yogi away. However, I cannot do it . "No, I brought Yogi here first. I first came here with my cousin!"

"Gee!" I was surprised to have misjudged and Yogi smirked at me, he looked so satisfied that he had managed to make me feel guilty for misunderstanding him.