THE SHADOW OF THE PAST

The BML Part 8

#Infant_Masa_Then

My application will be held soon, my family will come the day after.

My parents are my sisters my grandmother and certainly my son with bulik and om Agus.

Although Rangga has accepted me fully and his family, but there is still a fear of sneaking into my heart. All because of the presence of the father of my son who came back to my life.

I can't tell you anything, including the bulik where I used to pour out everything about my life all this time.

Not only because of the charm of his body but there is something in the Word, which I myself cannot express, which is always able to hypnotize me, every time I am near it.

"Sin, you are 4 days ahead of the handle first all yes, brother wants a leave of absence" I explained to Sintia.

"Cie cie proposed" tease Sintia "finally, Sintia really happy" he added again.

"May be given smoothness until the day H yes sis" The girl's prayer, I smiled, accepted her words.

"Kak Sintia permission at 10 o'clock, yes, want to inter-mama therapy" his permission, "after the break has come" I nodded.

"Greetings to my mom" I said.

I just remembered I haven't solved the problem of renting a place for the clinic with mas Firman.

Doubt I wanted to call him Kiss Mas Firman yesterday I can still feel the sensation.

It scared me to go back to meet him.

I was afraid that this self was back too far, and was immersed too deeply in the sensation of taste that the Word was presenting.

But I made sure Vivian would finish this week. Because there will be some parts that must be renovated immediately to adjust to the concept that we have agreed.

But I'm right2 not happy if you have to meet him again. My daydreams fell apart instantly when I heard my workroom door being knocked.

"Get in" I said, Dian my boutique clerk popped out from behind the door.

"You have guests, he said there is an appointment" he said later.

I felt like there was no appointment with anyone today at the office, or Sintia forgot to tell me.

"Oh yes Dian, please enter" I said.

Not long ago down and up again, open the door and back to work then close the door again.

The Word stood before me, and sat down without me giving it up. I'm still silent.

"This is the rental agreement, I've signed the date, I've info to your assistant Sintia for the payment procedure and other things".

"Per 5 years according to your request with nominal.." mas Firman mentions a number that is far from my offer. It definitely surprised me.

Firman snapped his finger at me

"Mas not nominally wrong?" Pastiku then, the man nodded.

I feel that there will be new problems arising, the price that the Word gives will certainly cause various questions for others.

"This gas is purely business" I said later.

"Is something wrong? Even I can give it to you without you having to rent it". Further.

I took a deep breath. Especially this, I thought. I suddenly felt afraid, I felt the longer the Word the harder I understood, sometimes he realized but quickly changed with his crazy. This is no longer true. But how do I handle all this.

"For my wife, what can't I do" my eyes widened. The Word began its madness again.

Mas Firman got up from his chair and walked towards me, I still sat down to study what was going on.

He stood right behind me, God please restore my consciousness. My chest beats every time he's near me.

"I promise to make amends for all my past mistakes" whispered the Word,

Makes my heart beat.

Mas Firman turned my chair, then rested in front of me, he grabbed my hand "I'll make you happy" he said, my lips crabbed my bones were loose and immobilized.

I just stared at him. Even when he stood up and landed a warm kiss on me I was still unconscious.

My eyes were only able to follow the steps of the Word which then disappeared behind the door.

I flipped the file in front of me. My head hurts. My brain can't think of any of this.

Whether I was still his wife, that stupid question resurfaced.

To whom can I ask. I don't understand anything like that at all.

Mas Firman has really messed me up my mind, or I myself am a fool enjoying all his crazy.

In a few days the Rangga family came to propose to me. I have to throw away all the things about the Word.

A WA message I sent to Rangga.

[Darling I shop alone, yes, yesterday there is still less] said I kangarga.

He had a sudden meeting at the head office.

[Precious heart] she replied.

Maybe shopping will comfort me a little and forget my heartbreak. I was busy trying on shoes when someone touched my shoulder slowly while calling my name.

I looked up, Ayu smiled at me.

"Hi.." said then. I stood up, and then we hugged each other.

"Good, beautiful" she said, looking at the shoes of my choice.

"Only?" Tanyaku later. Ayu replied with a sigh.

After paying we resumed the conversation at a coffeshop

My first meeting did not tell much about ayu's life now, now the atmosphere is more relaxed and melted.

We told him about many things, I just found out that mayu was the grandson of Mr. Suwondo. Mr. Suwondo as far as I know is one of the big contractors in this city, it deserves his property where, finally we switched to the topic of our romance.

Ayu was dating her college friend first. But now she is an LDR because her boyfriend is continuing his studies in Australia.

"You deserve your happiness Bil" he said later.

Ayu shifted slightly away when answering an incoming call on her phone.

"Call from mba Ajeng" Ayu explained without me asking.

"So, even though I didn't like him in the past, but now it's starting to change" he continued.

I stirred my drink with a straw, so that he did not suspect that I actually listened to the story carefully.

"His regime will be lifted" I stopped my stirring, and turned to focus on staring at Ayu "there is a tumor or cancer so it must be removed" he continued.

"Kasian mas Firman, even though they have no children" Ayu continued the story.

"Is this karma, huh Bil? Because my mother was mean to you. Mother is still in shock she really wants grandchildren from mas Firman"

I don't think I need to answer Ayu's question.

"Sabar ya Ay" I grabbed my best friend's hand and looked at him, as his countenance looked sad. Ayu nodded slowly.

"Sorry Bil, I can't come to your application, I'm afraid that if your family sees me, their happiness is disturbed". Reject Ayu when I invite her to my show. I understand, he's right.

"Just pray Ay" I asked

"I always pray the best for you Bil" Ayu hugged me. There was a sad look on his face.

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"Assallamualaikum dear" Rangga's voice from across.

"Waalaikumsalam" I replied

"Honey I'm the morningest flight tomorrow, but all waiting for mama with the others in the airport, the plane landing estimated at 10am". Terang Rangga's.

"Yes dear" I said "love you "I continued

"Love you too" replied Rangga.

Rangga suddenly had to go to the head office and just came home tomorrow.

Before long, my mother told me she was leaving tomorrow morning.

All preparations are finished. I observed the decorated box in such a way in the middle room. I took a long breath.

I wander my head with warm water, enjoy the warm flow, my eyes closed, my day feels so heavy this end. I hope that the sense that comes back for the word mas can come flowing down from my head and disappear.

At 7pm after the crash, I was getting ready to go shopping for a little meal.

A message came in, I opened because it looks the name of the word mas on screen.

Not long ago, a picture was re-entered.

I'm a little curious too. I finally opened WA from the Word.

"I'm waiting" he wrote. Below is a photo of a black painted fence. That's my fence.

I found him leaning on a red sport bike. When I open the front fence. His gaze was distracted from my mobile phone.

Mas Firman came up to me and gave me the same helmet with the color of the bike, I thought for a moment, I should talk to him and ask him not to see me back. By speaking from heart to heart I hope he can understand.

I was just about to take the helmet out of her hand when she quickly put it on my head. I followed in his footsteps without a word.

Damn my grumbling in my heart, I have to lean forward to be able to sit comfortably. I don't want this kind of situation. I really want to release the shadow of the Word from my life.

Mas fmFirman drove the bike, I held the lower end of his leather jacket for fear of falling.

Mas Firman stopped his motorbike in a city park, a parking attendant greeted him. It seems they already know each other.

Why can't I let go of this helmet hook, I pressed it many times but it didn't work either. Mas Firman came up to me and helped me release it.

I followed his steps I looked around, in some corners there were some gangs clustered.

And a couple of pairs of lovebirds in the other corner.

I walked after him, a moment later he stopped to equalize with me.

I didn't hear a word come out of his mouth from the house. Both hands he put in his jacket.

A slight breeze pierced into my skin, as well as the rest of the travel wind earlier. My pink sweater wasn't enough to warm me up.

We walked for a while, and still remained without any chatter.

His steps led me out of the right-hand garden and into a crowded meatball cart.

We occupy a table that has just been swallowed by a pair of abgs.

A man standing in front of the wagon greeted the friendly Word.

"Sir bon, 2 yes "pinta mas Firman.

A few minutes later the man who was picked up by Mr. Bon was delivering orders mas Firman.

"There's a couple now" he said. The man smiled kindly at me. I replied with a smile and slightly nodded my head.

"Bil, the meat is delicious "mas Firman started stirring his bowl.

"It feels a lot like the one behind your old school. Sir who is that..?" The Word tries to remember names.

"Bakso mr. Kadarusman" I replied later.

"Nahh that, I like pangil pak moustache, because the mustache is slashed like raden sir" mas Firman laughed.

I still crossed my hands on the table, and looked at him.

"Try it" mas fmFirman thrust a ball of meatballs with his fork and direct my mouth.

I gulped my saliva, I went with him because I wanted to talk seriously so that he would stay away from me, not for romantic scenes like in the ftv scene, or dating like a couple of lovebirds who are kasmaran.

Seriate...