The Can I Love Him

CHAPTER 5

It's been 2 weeks. Papa's funeral has been done well. Many of my friends and also my coworkers do not believe in my father's departure.

And I also have to be ready .. for my wedding to take place in the next two months. I can no longer refuse it because it is papa's last request.

Now I live alone at home. Sometimes sometimes Om Dirga, Reva and Kak Dewa come to visit.Of course not the same .

"Del, let's eat first ". I heard Om Dirga calling me from the kitchen.

I had no appetite but I followed him from behind.

Om dirga brought some snack packs in his hands. But I refused gently. Now I no longer want to argue or argue with him. I just want to follow the flow of the river that takes me somewhere that will surely gather in the ocean.

I have set my heart to accept the harsh reality that comes my way.

But the loneliness in the heart became more so when I continued to ignore it. Why is God this so hard on me. I'm a bad boy, but I love them. Why did God have to take away my two guardian angels?

"Adels". I flinched when I felt someone patting me on the shoulder. It was Om dirga.

"Why don't you eat? ".

"I don't taste Om".

"You've been eating for two weeks now, it's unclear how. Anyway, today you have to eat a lot".

"I don't taste Om. Don't make dong". Grunts me while twisting when lazy eyes if you have to repeat the sentence again.

"Rare you eating? ".

I nodded quickly and was very confident in my decision.

Om dirga opened one of the packages he brought. My eyes were a little sorry. That's my favorite eating special martabak.

"You don't want to have to eat alone". Ledek om dirga

Nyam...

Adel watched every time Om dirga chewed on the special martabak in his mouth. Chocolates and cheese blends that must have smeared in the mouth.

Grp... Why should I be pretentious before anyway.set it I check first what food.

I swallowed a few times. My eyeballs focus on the martabak that there are still many.

Om Dirga looked at me for a long time. "Want??? ".

My head nodded faster than it had been when I rejected Om dirga's offer.

Om dirga thrusting all the remaining martabak much for me quickly I snatched it from both hands Om dirga. I sat on the couch and started eating my own special martabak.

Hap...

Ehmm. sensation that I always get when eating martabak. Chocolate and melting cheese. Tenderization of the dough that makes the martab chewy and soft. Grp... I poured out all the jaim in me and I sucked with a little martabak madness.

"Heeh.. Your mouth is all this". Om Dirga took a handkerchief in his pocket. His left hand held my right jaw and his right hand gently rubbed my cute baby because of this cute chocolate bar.

"Hahaha.You're like a child. It's a big time to eat chocolate masi comeng comeng".Ledek Om dirga

O God. Just this time I looked closely at Om dirga's face. Even though he was 28 years old, he was almost thirty. His skin is very awake and healthy. There's no zits. Collapse. Kinclong is cleaner than my skin.

Om Dirga's smile made me misbehave. I don't know why I could be like this. I feel both my cheeks warm. I'm sure my face is red as a tomato.

" Loh why are you? A fever?? ". Om Dirga's palm is already on my forehead. He looks worried.

" E. n't om. I'm just hot"

"Please adel, time lo baper same om om kek gini anyway". Grunts of adel in his heart

"Omm it's malem. Not home? ".

"A little while more. You go to bed first".

"Now ah Om. I've come home already too lazy". I pushed Om Dirga out of my house and told him to leave immediately. A little rough but I'm still uncomfortable if you have to linger with Om Dirga.

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"Yes already. I go home first you go straight to bed not the others". A little strange Adek's sweat today.

"Yes, he's gone home ". I heard Adel hesitated to say his last sentence.

I turned my body and walked to the parking area not far from the door of Adel's house. As soon as I got in the car I looked at the door. I saw the door was closed. A little disappointed hoping that the little girl would wave her hand as I passed through the gate of her house.

"What am I expecting anyway? ". I scratched my scratching head and immediately got into the car and rushed back home.

I stepped on the gas pedal to stabilize the still normal speed. I casually drove my car and remembered the brief incident at Adel's house.

"Why red mukanga. Make people misunderstand me".Mumbles

I actually love Adel. Surely the love between a man and a woman. Don't get me wrong I'm not a striped-nose guy who likes young girls. Adel is different from them. Adel has a special in my eyes. His attitude is always what it is without having to pretend in front of me. I like that.

"While we don't know each other yet I'll make you smile again del". I was determined in my heart.

I arrived at my house shortly. The security guard shrewdly opened the gate and greeted me as I entered.

Cclek

When I entered my house I saw a very familiar woman sitting on the living room couch playing her gadget.

"Angel, why are you here? ".

The woman was shocked and immediately stood up. The sound of his high heels pounding in this room. The steps are getting faster and faster. Now he's right in front of me. His eyes stared intently into my eyes.

"You want to get married? ". He said with full emphasis in each word.

"Yes". I answered quickly without hesitation. Because there's nothing I have to cover from this woman.

"You're this same as me". Angel patted Dirga's chest with her index finger.

"...". I scrunched my forehead not understanding Angel's statement just now.

"Why are you silent Dir, we have been close for a long time but you leave me so without any explanation plus you want to marry a boy". Angel grumbled with an emphasis-arranged tone in her last sentence.

"What business are you on? ".

"You misunderstood our closeness. I just thought of you as a friend".

"HUH??? A fella?? Where there is a friend who always attention is too late like you! ". Angel began to raise her voice.

"Akhs... You don't have to overdo it. Besides, all this time I just want you to eat the same as you listen to your curses".

"We've been close since childhood. Don't you feel a little like me? ".

"I just assumed you were me when I was there until now ". Strictly speaking in a low voice.

"Dir, I Love You. Cook you don't know". Clear water began to pour on Angel's smooth white cheeks.

I took a deep breath and exhaled it violently. Pantingly. Piqued. A little not heart.

"Angels. I'm tired of you coming home now".I softened my voice and went into the room leaving Angel crying beside my door.

Me

Sir please take Angel to his apartment

Jaka Pak

Yes den.

I immediately menghat Pak Jaka my personal driver who is 50 years old.

I loosened the tie that was still neatly tied around my neck and then laid my body on the bed which made me want to close my eyes immediately. But when I closed my eyes the shadow of a girl was clear in my delusion.

The girl I'm about to marry. Restless and happy at once. I'm afraid of how our household will be if it's only love from next to the flowering party. We can live in a house and make out like a husband and wife in general. Various worries arose whenever I thought of the little girl.

I covered my eyes with my arms.

"Adel can you love me". I muttered a little amusedly. I'm not a teenager anymore who should be drunk with love.

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