That Cold Guy is my Ex!

Prologues

The girl with the hair laughed cheerfully.

Her jet black hair was beautifully scattered in the wind, beautiful.

His eyes sparkled cheerfully and his smile continued to linger.

In her hand was a bunch of white lily flowers.

He's simple, as simple as Lily.

***

The young man stared flatly, at an extraordinarily sweet girl.

Behind her cold smile, there was a lot of love for Lily.

The young man continued to stare and admire,

He said he was simple.

Simple lily.

***

“Hai, Nana. I miss.”

***

(Keynna Pov)

Huh huh huh huh

I'm tired, please this is no longer a marathon let alone running around in your mind, please. I dream that again, not a wet dream but a nightmare that is worse than bad pasau sawo there is estranya. Dream of meeting an ex!

I think my return to Indonesia precisely to the birth city of Bandung is a misfortune. After a long time I lupain ehmm—more precisely try to forget and I succeeded, forget the memories of the former are still sweet until now.

For 2 years, I joined mama to the USA, calm down if the queen said. Yep, 2 years he had divorced with papa after sailing the household ark almost 20 years. When asked, am I sad, disappointed, or angry? Who is the child who is not disappointed to see his family destroyed? But one thing I realized, Maybe this is the best—according to my parents version.

My mother was often hurt by my father. I know how papa's betrayal to the mama who has already won him from zero. Although I can't completely blame papa, I know that it's not papa's will. Papa is too bucin to mama even though finally his purity was forced to end because of the actor.

Dan—before I bribe gaje, permission I make introduce myself. I am Keynna Alsha Iskandar, the youngest child of the most beautiful group of Kejora who was born to a couple of gaol mama Kirana Adishaputri and papa, Reon Iskandar. I have a brother, one and the other. Only 3 years apart, doi has already studied majoring in management. Yep, Keenan Rio Iskandar. A strange cowo whose brain is as smart as Einstein but because often mengemilin shrimp crackers use atomic spices, the crazy levels are bigger than his intelligence.

Because we were only three, the house felt spacious, cold, quiet and empty. Although Bi Dora always stel Korean songs with a fast volume ngalahin the sound of a bull, still can not help my heartbreak. Moreover, there is no papa and bang Ke—, meaning Keenan because Keenan is more choosy for papa nemenin. Although in the end he even lived in the apartment because he could not stand his papa girlfriend.

Okay, back to the dream problem. For some reason, after a long time, the memories came back. I am not the type of person who is as good as udel take something lightly despite my minimal sanity levels always make me plastered brake cake that is not oiled.

And, the most make nyeseknya is I was put into one of the bona fide High School in Bandung, even though I live another year in High School and was forced to move. He said I would enter Cakra High School which according to news blow, a lot of my SMP-like temen there. So one question I hope the answer is, is the former who is missed also there?

***

“Mama, mom.”

I went around the house to find the queen lady who did not see her eyebrows. Search under the table, nothing. Search in the kitchen drawer, nothing. Search in the closet, nothing. Search in the pile of Korean drama cd owned by Bi Dora also does not exist. My one concern, has the mother been kidnapped aang to help him search for Doraemon's gasing?

And when I went to the back garden to train physically to save the mistress, it turned out that the mistress was on one of the lazy couches in the gazebo. I slowly approached, crunching on the copet cake. Intentions want to make the heart of the mother disco for a moment, what power I find the mom pensive. Her eyes were blank and I saw a tear on her smooth cheek.

I was silent, a bit hesitant to approach. But I can't bear to let him play sad alone so I broke up to get closer. I hugged my mother from behind, sniffing the comfortable aroma of my mother.

I could feel, my mother stiffened, just a moment after it relaxed again.

“Hai, son mom. Awake already? Tumben do not need to be built first 3 times while jerking feet, “ mama quip and turn to face me.

I grinned and took off the winding of my hand on his neck and quickly came forward and sat down next to him. I put my head in his lap and lay down. Uncommanded, my mother immediately rubbed my head gently.

“I'm just still not kerasan aja mam,” replied me while closing my eyes.

“Loh, what is it? This is your home from a long time ago, time is not hard?” ask mama while frowning.

“Keynna hasn't slept in Keynna's bed in two years. So it's a little different.” Mama nodded.

“Oh yes, as we talked yesterday, mama has entered you to Cakra High School. It's a bit difficult actually because you're the final level, there will be many documents to take care of, but thanks to the help of Om Leon everything is clear and tomorrow you can start school.” Om Leon is papa's brother. Papa and Om Leon are twins.

“Oh yes one more, tomorrow mama who will nganter you. Itung-itung you also menggapalin way kan you forget the acute address, “ his lips. I'm just pouting.

“I it's not forget the address of acute mam,” my elak.

“Terus?”

“I just don't memorize, “ said I cengengesan.