The Love of the Former

DCSM chapter 17

The afternoon had arrived, the day passed without feeling. Maybe because of a special day, so a lot of guests who come, especially young people.

With a lot of effort, I forget a little about what happened. Not a little, but I completely forgot what I had last night and this morning.

"Yank, sorry last night I had a sudden interest. I forgot to tell you if I didn't." The Imam was moved because my work time was running out. He just showed his nose.

"Not what the hell." I answered casually and grabbed my little tad because the time to go home had come.

"Aren't you waiting for me last night?" The question is still behind me.

"A little wait anyway, just sit still while playing mobile phone.mm until eight I guess." I said casually with the smile I threw at him.

"We talk to yank." He stopped my steps and led me towards the hotel lobby. I just quietly followed his steps without the slightest protest.

But I started to circulate my gaze as these footsteps passed through the lobby of the hotel next door. That means, we will enter through the door that will directly lead to the mess and lounge behind the office.

"We'll just talk here." I tried to pull my hand which was still held by her.

"Sir, I don't want anyone to bother us later."

"But you're still working."

"I'm done!!"

I'm silent, is it over? that means he's in the morning shift. But why is it that in the last hour of my shift he showed up?

"Where are you going?" Mas Eksan happened to cross paths with us in front of his room.

"Room, sir." The priest replied while continuing to pull me.

Mas Eksan looked at me confused. But I smiled back at him. Arrive in room number 3 from the end. We went in and I insisted on asking her not to close the door tightly.

"Ar, I love you. But I know in your heart I'm just the one who covers your wounds."

I stared at my eyes and then my breath sounded.

"What is the wound?"

"The wounds that were left private to you."

I was surprised that I knew faith from the beginning. I know he comes from the same area as Priyadi but different villages or sub-districts I don't really understand.

I only remember the Trembelang area, the border between Cluring and Jajag. But for sure I really don't know.

"You know him?"

Imam nodded. "He's my friend, I even knew your face the first time you walked into his room a few months ago. I thought it was a month before I decided to work here."

"Why did you approach me afterwards?"

"At first I wanted to feel like Priyadi. He told me that you are a good person, who never demands more. Even you never get angry when you find out he's having an affair. However, Priyadi also said that he still loves you to this day. That's where my curiosity for you comes from."

"Ar, you're a good girl. I feel unworthy to be by your side. I'm a normal guy like most guys out there. I also need something challenging. But I realized that I would never get from you. And I've never been able to force you either."

I'm silent to you, remembering the time we just got the predicate girlfriend at that time. The priest wanted to kiss me. But I refused it with all my might. Until he just kissed my shoulder and went back to tidying up my clothes that he had made tangle.

"Where is he now?" Much

"You still love her?"

I nodded in response, at which point the Imam hugged me and made me cry in his chest. And that's when I knew how my heart was, how my race was and where my love was grey.