THE SHADOW OF THE PAST

The BML Part 9

Shadow of the Past part 9

I gulped my saliva, I went with him because I wanted to talk seriously so he could stay away from me, not for romance like in the FTV scene, or dating like a couple of lovebirds in a romance.

"His girl's lashing out" I faintly heard someone talking about us. I glanced at the table in my right corner which contained some little girls and 2 boys. They were watching me and the Word. They laugh giggling.

I also opened my mouth to take a mouthful of the Word, I could not bear to make him ashamed. I heard the boisterous voice of the boy.

I finally started to slowly stir the meatball bowl in front of me. I didn't have the heart not to touch him. Because Mr. Bon also directed his eyes several times to stay still.

Mas Firman added a few spoons of sambal a little sausage and soy sauce. He seemed to be enjoying the food in front of him.

I still stirred without adding anything.

"Why bil?", he asked me because I was just stirring my bowl. He stopped the mouthful into his mouth.

"Solicit's fed?" Godanya. My face looks upset, but he doesn't seem to care about it.

"Try my taste, I like to follow your way" she scoops her broth and feeds it into my mouth, though doubtfully I finally open my mouth too.

His eyes sparkled, my God, why it was like this. The determination I had just resolved seemed to start melting again.

I put some meatballs in my mouth without adding anything. A few more I moved to the Word bowl.

A glass of warm tea ordered mas Firman. I sipped almost as hard as it was warm and scratched it back on the table. The Word spent the rest. I felt like I had a moment like this before.

I began to realize that Firman wanted to revive our memories, such as re-creation of what habitual scenes we often did when we were together

"Thank you" said Mr. Bon as we moved from his stall.

"Often invited here his girlfriend" he said later.

Mas Firman laughed "ready" he said in a respectful style.

We walked back into the park, past one side. I stopped my steps at a garden chair, which was far away from the other seats.

"Mas , Nabila wants to talk" I said later.

I have to stop all this madness. My heart was already pounding fast, I closed my eyes to restore my strength.

I finally managed to reveal it. I try to speak as loud and as hearty as possible.

"Mas already has mba Ajeng, however she remains a legitimate wife mas. And if soon will also get married and start a new life when the new" said I lirih.

"If mas still think our relationship is not over, and mas feel when still the wife mas, please mas talak If now, too, but if you have your own beliefs our relationship is long over and please don't revive it" I asked seriously.

Mas Firman raised his face, his eyes glazed with glass. He took my hand and kissed her.

"As sorry Bil, mas can not control the feelings of mas. Selfish people only think of their own feelings. If that's what if you ask what mas, although mas sure there is still a place for mas in your heart"

The Word is right, I can't hide that. There's still this taste for him.

"Let's just tonight, for the last time you feel like your husband, as you have always believed until now, you won't ask you to do anything weird" clearly mas Firman while lifting 2 fingers. "mas just want to enjoy the taste of it for the last" he continued.

"Mas will try to stay away from you, and not disturb the happiness you dream of" Mas Word rubbed my still wet cheeks.

I feel relieved, may the true Word really do as he said.

Late at night, we walked to where the bike was parked. Her hand held tightly to my hand, I made no attempt to take it off.

He took off his jacket and put it on my body. It's been a long time since I've been out so late let alone riding a motorcycle. Word also put a helmet on my head. The horn sound he lit to greet the parking attendant whose smile looked at us.

"Handle" orders mas Firman.

He pulled my hand and wrapped his stomach. Sometimes he kisses my hand while pushing his bike.

I was confused by how I felt. I really really do not hesitate to reject the sensation of taste that mas Word presents. For a moment I wanted to enjoy this taste. I held my arms around my ex-husband.

"Bil, thank you for tonight" he said, I nodded slowly. We stood in front of the fence, and Firman took my hand again. Hugged me later. A warm kiss came back and I enjoyed it. I just hope no one saw what we were doing.

Mas Firman waited for me to enter the fence, I looked at him from the gap of the pheasant, my eyes followed his figure that momentarily disappeared with the roar of his motorbike.

I still feel the scent of his body here, holding me warm. This taste is real and it drives me crazy. I realize that this is wrong there is not the slightest defense of what I have done with the Word.

I threw my body in the air, I saw my phone. Tumben has no message and no phone call from Rangga. I checked the last time he was online at 6 this afternoon. It's almost midnight now. I turned my back, trying to close my eyes.

Why I feel bad. Every now and then I reach for my phone, try calling Rangga, but it's not active.

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