The Love of the Former

DCSM chapter 21

#Love, affection and longing are happy but also misleading. Be grateful for the love you have without any opposition.#

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I enjoy all the time and I go through all the dreams with complete confidence in my heart. But still, everything will go according to destiny.

Some time after that day. I'm getting more and more in touch with Priyadi. After she stopped me we exchanged phone numbers. Asking the news is one of the stale bases we've been doing all along.

"Yank, Pri called you?" The priest came to my house this afternoon.

Today happens to be my day off. In a month there are 4 mandatory holidays and in a year there is also an annual holiday for half a month to 20 days. And this is my second mandatory holiday, in lieu of my delayed holiday.

"There's, just the news. Why?"

"What the hell, just want to know."

Silence greeted us, somehow I could be lacking materials right now when I was talking to the Imam. Before, there was always a way to melt the atmosphere.

"Mam, listen hear he's leaving again huh?"

"Yes, maybe tomorrow. Wh why? she didn't tell you?"

I shook my head, there wasn't much that Pri and I were talking about. Just news and activities. There are still a lot of awkward things between the two of us.

"Do you want to see him directly? or is it enough just to ask for news via message or phone?"

I looked at the Imam who was also looking at me. There is doubt in this self if it meets Pri directly. I was also afraid that I would no longer be able to control my feelings for her. However, the feeling is still as strong as it used to be. If it were possible, it might not hurt this way. But I can what?

"Wouldn't it be weird later, Mam?"

"Where are you going? anyway I'd rather stay home." I took the crackers in the jar and ate them.

"Prepare ready!! let's walk out for a second. It's still late afternoon."

Haaa

I am still stuck in place, not usually the Imam invites me out during holidays like this. Even more often we just chat until tired and he returned to the hotel because his working hours had started.

"There, even bengong that. Wouldn't you?" The dysentery of my nose that's pointed into this is a little hard.

I just pursed my lips as I passed towards the room and changed clothes. Take took a long time, because I just changed my home shirt with a casual t-shirt combined with black jeans. I also tied my hair a little high. Powder and lipgloss do not forget I sprinkle my face a little fresh. After that I rushed out with a small bag that always accompanied me wherever I went.

"Corn!!" The priest who was playing his cell phone stared at me.

Quickly turned off his phone and stood up. We both rushed to find Mom to say goodbye.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Well, find a nice place to relax." He said behind the wheel of his motorbike.

"If only a relaxing place at home was also relaxed. Why come out." My protest was pinching her waist which I was hugging.

"Home is not free, yank. I can't hug you there."

Uh he was possessed by what yes. I choose silence, I can't deny. With him I feel comfortable too. Just like being with Mas Dian and Eksan.