The Not To Be Regrettable

1. Bule Java

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Calistha Vallery looked around with a lazy look. The loud bang that filled the club room was unable to make him sway. Both eyes stared at the dance floor, where his two friends were rocking around.

Actually, Very is not a typical girl who does not like to go to places like this. Dancing with foreign men is actually one of his hobbies to relieve stress. But not this time, even though he is currently quite stressed by the behavior of the Papa who he said wanted to marry his private secretary.

Ck. Not that Vallery did not want his father to remarry, he was happy if the Papa would marry again. After all, his father is young. At just 46 years old, it was natural that his father wanted to remarry. But the problem now is, the woman the father wants to marry is too young. Only six years with him. Which girl would be willing if his father married a woman who is more suitable to be his brother than his mother. Obviously he would not be willing of course.

"Hi, are you alone?"

Vallery immediately turned his head to the side when, hearing a voice that was like he was asking her. Then he found a Caucasian man smiling at him. His forehead shriveled up without being prevented, his two eyes spontaneously directly censoring the appearance of the bule man. From top to bottom. Highly strapping body, firm jaw, faint bewoks, thin mustache, pointed nose, thin lips, brown eyes.

Fixes. Pure bule. Inner Vallery after being satisfied judged the man's appearance. He did not care much about it, because he was used to being invited to acquaintances at nightclubs like this. And he's not interested in it, apalagimeski is actually this guy's okay too.

"Can you sit here?" asked the man using Indonesian with a very good accent.

For a moment Vallery was amazed. He did not expect to be able to meet foreign men who can use Indonesian as well as this. His father who is half American and half Indonesian only Indonesian sometimes messotan.

"Please!" said Very awkwardly. He then pretended to concern himself with his cell phone, although occasionally he glanced at the bule man.

"Waiting friends?" bule asked after sitting next to Vallery.

"Yes," answered Vallery short.

Not being arrogant or selling expensive, just that he does not know how to behave.

Bule was laughing, this made Vallery's forehead wreathe in wonder and turned towards him.

"Do I interrupt your own time?"

Very shakes. "Not really."

"You're not used to a place like this?" guess Lingga hesitated.

Very laugh. "I even invited my two best friends to come here."

"Then why don't you join them?" asked bule who looked curious.

"While not interested," replied Vallery as he was, he then glanced at Lingga, "you yourself? Why not dance?"

"I don't like to dance."

"Why come to a place like this?"

"Drink."

Very ber'oh'ria nodded in understanding.

"I'm not used to going to places like this. But because my secretary invited me, I finally came along. I just need a drink." The phallus chuckled as he gulped down his drink, "but it turns out I was wrong, it's very noisy here."

Very laugh. "You should have guessed earlier when you got invited here" he commented.

Linga nodded in agreement. "Had to go" he murmured, again holding his drink up to the toilet. He then reached out his hand suddenly, "Lingga, Lingga Maheswara," he said.

Lingga was still trying to keep a bright smile, even though Vallery had not yet shaken his hand. The girl looked surprised to hear the name of the bule. But hurriedly he dismissed his excessive curiosity. He then shook Lingga's hand while smiling awkwardly.

"Calista Very. Call me Very."

"Beautiful name" Lingga commented while playing her glass.

"thank you. By the way your name is seriously Lingga?" Vallery asked in a tone of disbelief as well as curiosity.

Without hesitation Lingga immediately nodded. "Yes. Does that sound weird?"

Very nodded. "Yes. For the look of your pure bule, I think the name Lingga is not very suitable. Isn't Lingga the name of Java?" ask Very not so sure. But he had heard that the name Lingga was indeed derived from the Javanese language, if not wrong.

Once again the Linga nodded. "Yes. Maheswara is also from Javanese, because I am indeed Javanese."

"You're a Javanese?" asked Vallery unsure, "seriously Javanese? Not your Javanese wife?" Both eyes again censor the appearance of Lingga that describes the stature of pure bule, not seen at all if Lingga has Indonesian blood let alone Java.

Linga suddenly laughed, felt funny and offended. "Do I look like a married man?"

Me? Inner Very astonishment. Why did the man suddenly drop his formal language?

"Looks. Well-established and handsome men are now usually already on the sold out."

Linga smiled shyly. "Thank you for the compliment."

"That's not a compliment" Elak Vallery.

"I was really born and raised in Solo and I'm not married, if you want to know." The phallus suddenly reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his wallet suddenly. Shortly after he took his ID card and showed Verylery without hesitation, "make proof let you believe that I'm not lying."

Very's mouth immediately gaping without being prevented. His expression described the look of a face full of incredible shock. Making the phallus unable to stop itself from laughing.

"Well, I feel quite offended by the expression you're making right now" Lingga said, putting on his face.

Very shakes firmly. Suddenly he felt bad. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. I mean this way, your face is not-at all"

"Look like an Indonesian?" connect the Linga quickly.

Very nagging. "Your face looks too much like a foreigner" he added.

Linga nodded in agreement. "You're right, a lot of people say that. But my father is a Solo native, only he now lives in Jakarta because he has to take care of his work here."

"Your mother?" ask Very curious. This was the first time he had been curious about a stranger he had only met for more than fifteen minutes.

"Russia. My mother's Russian."

Vallery immediately clucked when he heard Lingga's answer. In his heart immediately exclaimed 'the impression of pure bule model like this. Her mother turned out to be'.

"Then you're alone?"

"Me?" Vallery pointed at his own face, "why am I?"

"I-you are good horrors too" said Lingga with a sweet smile.

Very only chuckled when he heard it. He then glanced at the circular watch on his left wrist. Time to go home.

"Sorry, it looks like I have to go home first" said Vallery immediately stood up.

"Come home?" Lingga glanced at his watch, "it's still this clock." He then shows his watch to Very, "time to go home?"

"If I don't go home now, I can kill my father." Vallery stared at the fierce Lingga.

"Disclosure if I deliver?" langar. Then he stood up.

"No need, because I brought the car," said Vallery as he shook his car keys, which he had just been raped from inside the bag.

Linga groaned restrained, then held down the arm of Verylery who was preparing to leave him.

"In that case we need to exchange contacts."

"For what?" Very asked as if he did not understand.

The phallus scratched his hair in a nervous motion. "Obviously not for bad intentions."

Vallery smiled happily and then nodded. Make the face of the phallus turn bright. With a quick movement he reached into the pocket of his jacket, but suddenly arrested Vallery.

"We're his exchange on another occasion, yeah. Wait until fate brings us together again." With his sinless face Vallery smiled again and whispered in Lingga's ear. "It's nice to meet you Om bule Jawa," twinkled Vallery flirtatiously.

While Lingga was just glued to look at the missing back of Verylery among the crowd.

Tbc,