The Love of the Former

DCSM chapter 35

A week later.

"Ar, can I see you?" Mas Pri sent me his message.

After a meeting a week ago at the Imam's house. We no longer send messages to ask for news.

I know how I feel about her. But I also know what obstacles there are. As much as possible the account avoids and does not want to continue to hope in a pseudo-stick.

"Meet? where's the?"

"You can come home? I happen to not be able to get out. The bike is under going with my brother."

I cringed a little. When I went to his house, I did not receive a good response from the mother Goddess. His sister was Pri.

"Wouldn't we meet outside. It's not good to go there, especially alone."

"Take the Imam that way. I really can't get out."

"Yes, I'll ask the Imam first. He's afraid he's overtime. If today couldn't how?"

"Tomorrow is fine too. But please come here."

"Yes, I'm doing it. But I can't promise yet. How will I tell you again." Break up then

"Yes, I'm waiting. I hope you can come here." Shrift

"Yes yes, my. I'm still working on this, it's not good for the others to play on the phone. I'll tell you later, wait for the Imam to come."

No problem in the scope of work we play mobile phones. You have to know the situation and the condition. I always try not to play my phone at work. Besides being able to interfere with my concentration, I also feel uncomfortable with other fellow employees.

I put my phone back in the locker. Back to my usual routine. But believe me, this mind is floating around somewhere. Lots of questions, but it's hard for me to say.

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Arsita Pove

That afternoon was exactly a year ago. I'm with Mas Pri to ask permission to strengthen both of us.

The dating we went through was long. Although the beginning was only a joke of monkey love. So far we have taken it seriously.

Morning at noon, because that time the clock still shows the number ten in the morning. After completing my daily tasks at home. I quickly changed clothes and said goodbye to my mother.

The day before, Mas Pri and I had agreed to meet somewhere that carved a lot of memories between us.

In a house that is fairly good and I admit it is better than my house is very simple and still needs improvement here and there.

A nervous feeling came to my heart. But I try to rilex and as much as possible to be ordinary.

"You're Arsita?"

I thrust out a hand greeting a middle-aged woman who still looked beautiful and young the size of a village person.

"Yes, mom. I'm Arsita."

"Let's sit down first. Sorry, there are no fancy food or drinks here, the name is also in the room." The woman smiled as she thrust a glass of water at me.

"That's enough, ma'am. No need to bother."

"Where from? is this stopping by or is it intentionally playing here?"

"I picked him up here." Mas Pri sat himself on the sofa in front of me next to his mother.

"This bad boy is, like, old man, right?"

"Here, ma'am." I answered while smiling.

Mas Pri only grinned the horse with his mother's words. Mother snorted then left the two of us in the living room. There Pri and I just talked and joked about a lot of things.

"You're Arsita's name? hotel staff, right?"

The voice of a woman surprised both of us, making us look in unison and see a figure standing with one hand on the waist.

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TB