Sugar Teachers

Sah.

"How's Witness? Right?"

"Well!"

Everyone in the living room of Daisy's house ended up saying hamdalah in unison. Everyone smiles happily, especially Kris and Fiona. The faces of the two blushed when urged people to touch each other for the first time after halal.

Kris neat with a suit and skullcap on the head smiled awkwardly, then closer the face kissed Fiona's forehead which today is very beautiful with white kebaya and matching colored pashmina. Their sparkling eyes cluttered for a long time, making anyone guess that the two were in love. It was just that in such an atmosphere there was a pair of eyes that were staring softly.

"Gue didn't expect that he wasn't next to her right now" said a teenager who was none other than Ali. He nudged the arm of Theo who had seen the happiness of Kris and Fiona with a sad heart and happy. Strange indeed, he is sad Fiona married but happy because the former lover's partner is the stepfather.

"Gue sure must be sick. But you have to be strong. It was not easy at first but it will also be normal for a long time. Trust me the same. I'm more temperature about heartbreak like this," continued Ali who made Theo mendelik upset.

"Gue Denger lo will be studying in Surabaya. Really?" continued Ali.

"Yes." Yeah."

Ali grinned. "That's not the way to escape, is it?"

This time Theo squinted cynically. Want him to punch Ali's mouth that had been blabbering. It's just that it'll be wishful thinking. Although he hated Ali, Ali was still his friend. What Ali said was true. He was to Surabaya to escape in addition to going to college.

After seeing Kris move away from Fiona, Theo approached. He greeted Kris who was talking to both parents who were none other than his grandparents as well.

"Dad, Oma, Opa."

He looked at her, then gave a smile. The old man's face was very friendly. Just like Kris was also very kind to him.

"Dad, I'm leaving."

"Now?" Kris glanced at his watch.

"Yes, Dad. Fear not to go hunting."

"But ...." Kris hanging oral. Let him look into Theo's rather different eyes and Kris knows the meaning. He nodded and hugged Theo.

"Be careful. Take good care of yourself. If there's anything, call Dad. Don't hesitate. We're family. We are not other people" Kris continued. He patted twice on Theo's back before finally letting go of the hug.

"Thank you, yeah."

"It's me who's grateful, Dad. Thank you for keeping me this big. I don't know what it would be like if I didn't see Daddy."

Kris responded with a lip review. Seeing Theo he remembered Marwa. And Marwa was a part of her life in the past that she could never completely forget.

"Oma, Opa, I'm leaving." Theo greeted both of Kris's parents with solemnity until the footsteps rang out from behind.

"Kok shaman? Where are you going?"

"Gue wants to go to Surabaya" Theo said as he rolled up almost half the white shirt he was wearing.

"This fast?" Fiona's eyes widened as did Kris' parents. They know Theo and Fiona are the same age. It's just that it remains awkward to sound in their ears. My son and mother called him my elo.

"Lo happyin bokap me yes. Take care of the real. So the soleha wife don't be sad let alone Solehudin, "the cynical Theo who made Fiona cluck and throw a punch. The three people's contacts were again stunned by Theo and Fiona's familiarity. Not only are they shocked. Neighbors especially Daisy to the head bobble.

"Yes, I'm leaving." Theo smiled, he who was about to pass almost landed a hand on Fiona's head. As usual, to mess it up. Luckily he remembered the status so the hand just floated in the air before finally being pulled back.

After Theo's departure, Kris felt her heart was a bit empty. Feeling bad, feeling sorry and feeling guilty. But he remembered again Theo's words. Words between men. That Theo has handed Fiona over without remorse. Theo says he'll try to forget Fiona and move on.

***

"Sir, why should the reception be any? I don't want to" Fiona said. He who was wrapped in white kebaya looked scowled next to the chrysanthemum driving. They are both on their way to the hotel where the reception will begin at three in the afternoon.

"You're a freak. Other women want the most luxurious wedding. This is it, not even to."

"And I said I wanted to go to Japan."

"Yes, Japan we will go if indeed udha music dies. But the reception should still be our title. I don't want to be called selfish. I am a widower I can't love you wedding. You're a virgin and I'm a widower. Yes I realize myself."

Hearing that twists Fiona's eye-jail. He leaned towards Kris.

"Do you know where I'm a virgin? Mr nodding?"

Chris was silent, wrong. His cheeks became red.

"And you said that time" Kris replied at last.

Fiona was mangosteen while scratching her head which was a real itch.

"Eh, sir."

"Hm."

"I don't think being held captive hurts."

The cit!

Kris continued to step on the gas pedal and stared in disbelief at Fiona.

"Why is it so serious, sir? Sick, huh? If so, let's wait for his first night. Waiting for us to go to Japan is also nothing. I'm ready to wait."

A wait? You told me to wait? Not Fiona. I can't wait anymore. Kris satin followed a sly grin.