The Love of the Former

DCSM chapter 68

Two days passed and here I am. A cafe 500 metres from where I work. Cafe that is intended for visitors with the concept of family events. Not most romantic cafes, this place I chose as my meeting place with Mas Pri for the first time after I changed status one and a half years ago.

I had various considerations before I decided to meet at this place. In addition to being close, my status also became the next consideration. The problems we face are not finished yet, I do not want to take the risk to add to the burden of the mind.

After saying goodbye to my husband, I went to the cafe. Don't think that if we had an appointment at night, of course I wouldn't be able to do it because my cut was over. Special today I took the afternoon shif. And today I am also comforting myself from the busy financial statements.

"Have you?" That voice broke my daydream.

The voice that I longed for, the sound that was intoxicating even if it was just saying dear. The voice that made me cry out in the fog for missing him.

Dressed in casual clothes, Mas Pri looks still handsome. His gaze was still as shady as before. Her hair was a little long but neatly arranged.

"Hey, even daydreaming. Look at it so."

"Hehe, sorry mas. Mas Pri is still pretty." I covered my mouth with my palm. I shouldn't have said that. My brain is a little bit shifting like that.

"Can aja. You been here a long time, Sit?"

"It was five minutes ago."

God, what's with my heart, why is it still beating so hard. I took a slow breath to neutralize the increasingly abnormal pounding in my heart.

You can't smile that way, Mom. Didn't know she I died holding back a feeling I shouldn't be feeling anymore.

True what the Imam said, my heart still trembled. Love is still there even though as thin as the skin of the ari, still stored even though it has been for years to be deposited. Love never dies even if there is an underlying hatred.

"I've heard everything. The priest told him a little about your complaint. Why not just call me? why go through the Imam?"

"Contacting you directly will only add to the wound, mas. Your phone number has changed, too. Where could I possibly contact you. Not to mention there are many other things I have to take care of. I'm sorry, only the Imam can speak at that time."

"Yes, because he was also once a special place for you too right?"

I looked up, looking at Mas Pri who was still staring at me with a smile still imprinted on her sweet lips.

"The story between you I know it too. It's okay and there's nothing wrong. Everyone deserves to be happy in their own way. No exception to us."

"I've met you for many reasons. One of them is because I saw you, seeing you happy of course. Finished about us and of course I miss you. Miss your voice, your laughter and all that is on you. Just that, because I know my limits and my portion to it. It's okay, right?"

I nodded, facing him head-on with all the words I prepared beforehand as if lost somewhere.

It may be true that first love is hard to forget. It's very, very difficult.