The Love Story of Single Parents
109. Sulking
109. Sulking
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Thousand women
Who ever stopped
Just come and go
And no heart
You came too
There's something different
Why like this?
What the hell's going on?
Never before
Never thought I would
I admit, I play
I can't deny it
I play with heart
With you I feel
Which I've never felt before
My search is over
Because I'll find you
I admit, I play
I play, I play
I can't deny it
I play, I play
( Andra and the backbone ~ Main Hearts)
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Bastian
Bastian was pensive on the porch of his house. After he found out that if Rania had been delivered by Fredy some time ago, he became a guts. He realized, he was just a man earning far below Rania.
And in the estimation of how he looks, Fredy is a classy person. Not like her.
He took a deep sip of his cigarette, he was no longer young. Repeatedly forced himself to be close to women, but only ended up with the breakdown of a relationship that was only a corn.
Of course, the issue is financial. Moreover, some time ago as long as his car was still pawned, he was just a hero wiri using his favorite matic motor.
Makes him not glimpsed by any woman.
"You haven't left the bus yet?" asked Bu Kartika, he also sat himself in an empty seat beside Bastian.
"It's not yet Buk, it's still at this hour!" the clock still shows at 18:00
Bastian usually has gone to the crawl with Satrio. Young blood, fiery blood said bang Haji Roma Irama. Especially this is Sunday night.
But he also remembered the song Bang Haji Roma Irama..
What does Sunday night mean, for people who can't afford 😁😁😁
"It's too busy to talk to you!" Bu Kartika moved his position facing towards Bastian.
Bastian grinds his cigarette, he does not want to make his mother's esophagus contaminated by exposure to cigarette smoke
"Yes, what's wrong?" Bastian is in on mode.
"Hum don't want to make you as depressed as your sister!"
Silent mood. Bastian already knew where their conversation was headed after this.
"But I just want a message, if you can just find the woman below us or if it's not worth it. You are a man, different from Dhira. Everything must be you who play later. Even though I don't know who your boyfriend is!"
A flash of Bastian's memory is tethered to Rania. His boss often shows the same signal as himself, about romance especially. However, he knew himself enough to know his current standing.
Young beautiful widow Rania thought. But...
There are many, but now it is PR.
Not to mention they would become brothers after this, as Abhimanyu would obviously soon marry his brother.
"Do you have any candidates yet Bas?" Bastian was still staring at the end of his sandal when he heard a question from his mother.
"Not Buk, mother's son is handsome is not kayaknya practices!" Bastian is joking. He did not want to make his mother who had just recovered from the disappointment, too worried about him.
"Basic!" Miss Kartika rubbed her youngest child's head. He also chuckles at Bastian's answer.
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Whiskey
" What's my number on the block?" Wisang could not contact Sekar's number. He spoke to himself, staring at the screen of his phone.
Yes, since Sekar cried because he was told by a child by Wisang, he did not contact the woman at all. He wanted to let the woman's emotions stabilize.
But his heart was agitated when he could not send a message to the girl's WA, "Original, blocked me!" he grabbed his leather jacket, and then he darted into the garage.
"Don't eat first, sir?" answer the old mbok who became faithful ART during Wisang was a child first.
"Eat outside, I'll go mbok!"
He had to meet the woman he thought, whatever mistakes he made. Suddenly his soul was agitated. Obviously this was not her, where ever she was dizzying a woman.
He glanced at the black watch that was coiling in his hand, not too late at night he thought. He wants to take Sekar out tonight.
For a moment he noticed his appearance in the rear vision of his car. He also moved with the movement of putting his hands in front of his mouth, exactly the way a man forced a hermit or a sea kingpin out of his shell, because of the soundness of human breath.
"Come on!" he is a confident monologue.
Really not like Wisang who is usually cold and impressed haughty to other women. Except in bed.
He was racing his iron horse at high speed, the faster the better he thought. I can't wait to ask Sekar for an explanation regarding the matter of blocking the number.
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Vast
He did not close the shop, he is now busy serving some customers. It's a shame that Sunday night should close sooner. Considering that night is a night where usually many humans roam, with a circulation of money that is more wriggling than the usual day.
"All you guys are donuts, there's only one box, right?" ask a middle-aged woman who bought a cake there.
"Yes ma'am, would you like to?" Serving with high hospitality.
"Yes!"
Sekar put the mother's order into a plastic bag with the logo Kitchen Isun printed on the plastic face.
"This is the return ma'am, matur nuwun!" I nodded politely after handing over the change to the mother.
The cake showcase is now uninhabited, aka all sales in the store is up. Bestselling sweet. Sekar intends to rest faster after this. He began to take the dirty cake place, immediately then piled it on the cashier's table.
But when he was busy wiping the table in the shop, a car entered the parking lot of the shop. The car he knew.
"What's he here for?" Sekar grumbling. He chose to busy himself to clean up the tools that were time in storage because he was about to close the shophouse.
Wisang looks handsome that night actually, sneaker shoes, beige chinos, white shirts covered in black leather jackets, making it look very dapper.
Sekar still did not press Wisang who had almost reached his place wiping the table. Even the smell of the man's perfume, had already greeted the fur of his nose.
"Will it close?" Wisang who knew Sekar was berberes, chose the word to open the conversation.
A quick glance at Wisang." Yes" he re-arranged the tissue as well as a pile of mineral water on the table.
Wisang stood up, approached Sekar who was still busy rubbing, wiping, and cleaning some tables there. There were about 15 tables there, waiting to be cleaned.
"Where are you going?" Wisang sided while following Sekar who moved from one table to another table.
"You wash that!" point at the pile of black bells that are loosened at the cashier table using his chin.
Wisang snorted, the girl was still sulking apparently. " Excuse me!" Sekar felt Wisang blocking the activity, the man followed wherever Sekar moved.
"You're angry with me?" Wisang now moved to the west table. Tailed behind Sekar, whose shoulder shook from rubbing against the surface of the table.
"No!" answer Sekar while spraying cleaning fluid.
"My number you blocked?" Wisang had to shift his body again, when Sekar was about to tidy up some chairs there.
"No!" Now Sekar close the chair to the table.
"Keep why I can't call you. I have the same fault as you?"
"No!" Now push the last seat in the west. Make the wedge must shift again.
"CK, no, no, no other answer!" Wisang clucked annoyed with Sekar's answer that there were no other variants.
"I'm at work, I'm not angry with you, and you have nothing wrong with me Mr Wisang!" I'm still with the guy who started to talk. He looked at Wisang with annoyance.
"Side I want to wash the tray!" Sekar hit Wisang's shoulder which blocked his path. Makes the man stagger.
"Obviously you sulk so!" tukas Wisang followed the steps of Sekar.
Wisang followed Sekar inside, that was not the answer he wanted.
He began to put a pile of dirty tools, which he would wash in a moment. He started reaching for the pink aprons that Wisang wore the other day. After the knot of the rope was installed perfectly, Sekar began pouring soap into the container.
"Why are you so cute?"
"If I'm wrong to talk dong?"
Wisang continues to disturb, making Sekar's patience eroded.
"Yet you didn't like this to me!" Wisang is still vociferously babbling behind Sekar.
As he began to lose his patience, he closed his eyes while taking a deep breath.
"Mr Wisang, I have no problem with you, nor am I angry with you, I am at work, so toll........
Wisang pulled the slender body of the girl, he cupped Sekar's face with both hands and kissed Sekar's lips. Wisang melu mat and bite Sekar's lips slowly. He could not bear if the woman continued to babble and silence him.
Sekar widened his eyes in surprise with Wisang's sudden attack, as soon as he pushed Wisang's body. Make their kisses come off.
"What did you do?" Scrubbing his lips, he stared back at Wisang.
Wisang smiled cunningly. " You're so chatty, admit that you're mad at me, hm?
"Say, what makes you angry at me?
"I can't stand you being quiet like this!" Waistband ruffled whiskey.
Sekar looked at Wisang who was still smiling cunningly towards him. What the fuck is that guy, just kiss me .
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