The Love of the Former

DCSM chapter 18

"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.

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back to the meatballs.

"So that afternoon you broke up?" Mas Eksan fixed his seat.

I'm shaking. The two of them looked at each other and then looked back at me waiting for an explanation from me.

"It's true, we didn't break up that time. For from the beginning there was no commitment between me and the Imam. We just went through it without any love words and birthmarks we did. So, how can we break up if we haven't."

Mas Dian rubbed his face slowly. While Mas Eksan shook his head in disbelief at what I said.

"Then, kiss? you're used to it. But now say no dating, how can it be?" Dian is staring at me. The look in his eyes full of search made me slightly shudder.

"Just kiss the forehead and cheeks, never more."

I waved at Mbak Sumi asking for another glass of iced orange. I don't know why my throat suddenly feels a little dry.

"Lips? never been?" I'm shaking.

The priest never did that to me. He respects me with all that I have.

"Then what are you going to do, Ar? continue your charade do you want to wait?. Uhmm wait who's that she said your boyfriend was."

"Priyadi?" Continue Mas Eksan whose hand has opened a packet of crackers. Then put the crispy cheek in his mouth.

"Well, he is."

"I haven't seen him in a long time, Mom. It's also possible that he's forgotten about me." I looked down, thinking about a few years ago. But as much as possible I just hold it in my heart.

"It could be an old decoration that hasn't been cleaned yet."

Hemmm

"Yes, that's all your rights. We can only say, Beware of a creature whose name is a man."

"It's not that you're men either." I smiled while twitching my eyes.

"Besides us of course, ahh dodol. If you don't think you're my sister I've kissed you, Ar." Mas Dian glared while smiling.

"Kiss me, Yan. He has never kissed me either. Teach them to be proficient." Chirps Mas Eksan with his leisure.

"The stove's pounding." My murmur was followed by the laughter of the two of them.

"But if it's for free I won't refuse either."

I swerved towards Mas Dian. Basic yes!! they're all the same.

"Don't tell me you guys do it too often. If the Eksan mas sure already proficient evidence aja already mengasilin tail." Knock me while squealing.

"God, you are so innocent, Ar Ar. Normal guys are so ordinary. Especially if the opponent wants to, will not refuse. Just like the Imam, if given the salted fish, his nose directly kembis. Where can hold. Haha." Laughter mas Dian broke accompanied by a smile from Mas Eksan.

I stared at the horror of both of them. While not aware if Pak Samidi meatball stall guarded mbak Sumi always his son was deserted. There are only 3 tables that are filled including our table.

"But you really don't understand that heartache or anger, Ar. Just look at the same Imam as Diah?"

"Eh, even keceplosan call the brand of my person." Mas Eksan hit his own mouth with the straw he had taken.

"I know exactly who the Imam is. It's okay, I'm just ordinary. Really, you."

"Ah, this is a fik ya, Ar. You never loved him."

I nodded in agreement. Because there is no pain, anger or hate that I feel when I see the Imam with another girl. Maybe it's just the love I feel for her.