The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder

Chapter 68: The Way or the Stop?

Mesha said, sitting in front of Grisa quietly. On the other hand, his former sister-in-law looked riled up.

"Mbak Sha knows Mas Zay?"

"He's my childhood friend, Gris."

"What is the relationship between Ma'am Sha and Mas Zay?"

Shot with such a question, Mesha was shocked. He himself was confused by what relationship he lived with Zayan.

"That's .. we've been friends, since childhood."

"That's all?"

Mesha.

"Good!"

Grisa smiled with relief, he clasped Mesha's hand on the table.

"I've been busy with my lessons or lectures, Mom. Although many men expressed their feelings, I did not care and remained focused on learning. But ... ever since I met Mas Zay, I felt a strange feeling running through my chest cavity. It's like there's thousands of larons flying and little wings tickling here." Grisa pointed at her own chest, smiling shyly.

Hearing Grisa's words, Mesha felt very awkward. His fellow woman, he understood, that the girl before him was putting his heart on Zayan. Still speechless, he looked at the young woman's facial expression.

"I want to have a special relationship with Mas Zay. Support me, will you?"

Like a knife sliced through his heart. Mesha biting lips resisting the pain. Hunker down. Not without reason. He opened his heart again to Zayan. Accepting all the feelings that the man showed. But now he must hear what is stirring his heart. Then he tried to smile.

"Yes, Gris. Hope what you want happens. The spirit! And sorry, I have to get back to work."

"Yes, Ma'am Sha, I've also finished my meal. I'm saying goodbye."

Mesha walked quickly away from Grisa without looking back. So did the girl, she came out of the stall. Smile from his lips. She hopes her ex-sister-in-law knows what she wants. Away from the man she craved.

Withstanding sobs, Mesha squatted in the corner of the food stall. His hands are smothering lips. Of course Sri knew it, but she did not dare to approach. Watching from a distance.

"Oah, Nduk .. your kasian. Why does it have to be like that."

Tired of crying, Mesha stood up again, continuing his work.

At night, Zayan had just returned from the office. Park the motor and sit on the terrace taking off shoes. He was surprised when a girl came out of the door of his house.

"Grisa? How do you know this house?"

"I asked Mas Zay's mother."

"Oh .. Has it been since?"

"After maghrib. If Mas Zay hasn't eaten, I brought food, too."

"Yes, thank you."

Zayan went inside the house, he caught the expression of his Mbahkung's dislike. When he experienced this man.

"Let's take him home, Le. No pantes cah wedok home too late."

"Yes, Mbahkung. Zay change clothes, keep Isyaan first."

After cleaning and fulfilling obligations. Zayan came out, sat on the terrace with Grisa.

"What's the need here, Gris? We can meet at the office."

"It's okay, Mom. I just want to play."

"Oh, kirain is important."

"Some, she's the girl I've been looking for. If he wanted to come, I'd be very happy."

Zayan smiled, looking straight ahead. The shadow of Mesha was smiling, laughing, dancing in his mind. On the other hand, Grisa held back the sigh of pain radiating in the chest. But he did not want to give up, he convinced himself, he could make the man sitting next to him, fall in love.

Grisa grabbed a hand, Zayan softly.

"If he doesn't want to come, let me come, Mom."

Zayan was surprised, he pulled his hand from Grisa's grasp. He does not like it but does not want to hurt others.

"I'll take you home, Gris. Fear of going to night." Zayan quickly stood up.

There was no talk on the bike, as Zayan drove Grisa home. The gentle-hearted man felt uncomfortable. The woman sitting on her bonnet even broke the distance, wrapping her hands around her waist covered in a flagship trucker jacket.

After making sure Grisa went inside the house, Zayan left. He did not want to linger around the girl. It was really uncomfortable for him. Either because he felt that he very rarely hung out with female friends, or indeed he kept his distance.

In his room, Mesha broke down his body. Viewing ceiling. Grisa's words this afternoon, ringing in her ears. After thinking, he should take a stand. With a loud puff of breath, finally, he decided to start keeping his distance again with Zayan.

For Mesha, every woman has the right to be happy, including Grisa. He felt he had felt he had a companion for life, although everything ended tragically, but according to him, Grisa's feelings must be maintained. Zayan is the first love of his ex-sister-in-law.

Mesha got up from the bed, sat down, then pulled a small desk drawer by his bedside. Take out the beaded bracelet that Zayan gave him first, as a child. With a bitter smile, he stroked the thing.

"May this be the best for all of us" Mesha said, then put the bracelet back in the drawer.

Late at night, Zayan was still awake, sitting on the window sill. A cup of black coffee, still intact in his hand. Some downstream night creatures tried to attract the attention of the man, but he was instead busy with his thoughts. In fact, the arrival of Nirwasita was not known.

"Is it too heavy you think, Le? To the extent that my greeting is unanswered."

"Eh, Grandpa Nirwasita. I'm sorry."

Nirwasita smiled, she sat down cross-legged. Floating in the air. Next to the window. He fell silent, watching Zayan.

"Grandfather, is there really a curse that humans carry from birth?" Zayan's question broke the silence created in an instant, just now.

"Curse? Likewhat?"

"This ... about a girl who can't marry, because of a curse ...."

Nirwasita laughed softly

"So you've found it."

"Grandfather knows?

"If the little girl used to wear the same bracelet as you. Of course I know."

Enthusiastically, Zayan listened to the words of the shady man.

"The curse .. Consider it a curse. It can be broken by the chosen one. It's not me who chooses or anyone else. It's all because of the connection of fate that God has written."

"If I could, what would I do, cake?"

"So you'll know, if you're face-to-face. Whatever's gonna happen. You must surrender yourself with all your faith. That in this world, it is because of the will of the Almighty."

"Yes, Cake."

"But, I'm afraid, it's going to threaten your life, Le, Zay. So I hope you have to be careful. I made that bracelet a pair, not without reason. There's something there."

"What is that, Cake?"

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