The Love of the Former
DCSM chapter 16
#When you ask what is love? you should have guessed what's in your own heart. Your heart is the right answer compared to the answer that comes out of your own lips#
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February evening valentine's.
I sighed slowly before finally exhaling it slowly.
Whatever I tell you is the truth that I and the Imam lived. The peak was a month ago after the 3rd anniversary of a relationship that could somehow be called what this is.
It was valentine's night. I have been in a 3-month relationship with the Imam. That very day, the Imam invited me to celebrate the night that most people call the night of compassion.
Pleased?
Of course, which woman will not feel happy when invited to a date. From the afternoon I was ready, according to the plan the Imam would pick me up at 19:00 p.m. I don't preen much, because I don't like to dress up.
I looked at the phone that was still displaying its black screen. A sign that no messages have come in yet. Until the clock pointed to the number 8 evenings, the Imam had not yet come.
In the end I sighed, it all failed and he must have forgotten his promise. But back again I just fell silent without even asking.
Valentine's night I end like the night always. Fall asleep in the blanket and hug the bolster.
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"Morning." I said as I set my foot in the kitchen.
"Morning." Step up and get busy again as usual.
"Ar, you in the morning?" Mas Roy came while taking breakfast orders for guests.
"Yes, why?"
"I think your valentinant, Ar."
"Valentine also has to work mas, Mas Roy himself kok tumben in the morning?"
"Ah yes, I forgot mas.Sorry."
Mas Roy snorted, Bu Sri giggled amusedly at the expression of Mas Roy.
"About mentang already have a partner, so it's badgering others."
"It wasn't that time either, I forgot that. Besides, I'm not going anywhere, Mom, sleeping at home." I said while printing fried rice for breakfast.
"Well, I can. Didn't you guys come out last night?"
"Sleep I'm a mas, don't even believe."
"Keep the Imam out with whom dong last night?" He said while closing his mouth. "Oh, right!!" Demonise.
I just smiled in response to her. But trust me my heart is uncomfortable. But there's something in the corner of my heart that feels subdued. At first, I just felt less sensitive. But there was something else I didn't know myself.
"There deliver it first. Later to hunt cold food, even babbling." Bu Sri interrupted.
I breathe out slowly. A little claustrophobic but relieved. I really don't know what I'm feeling.
"No need to dream!! you work here in the kitchen. The danger of working in the kitchen can be ten times the same as the danger of working to serve guests who come in the restaurant. You have to focus when you are working. Other problems later you think about when you're done your work hours."
"My people are fine too, Mom" Kilahku.
"Here, what the hell. The one called cheating is sick. Still a girlfriend like that, if I were you I'd make her face so rubbing. Let's know how she feels."
"You think the pain is sambel ya ma'am?" My canda.
"Sak karepmu wes Ar. The important thing is that you are sad. Watch for your hand knife later."
Madam Sri passed away leaving me. I digest a little word he said. There is little truth. Why would I think of something that is not necessarily mine.
