Trapped in the Love of Immigrants

Misunderstand

If there is a strange disease that has no cure, makes a person unhealthy and almost crazy, but the function of the brain and organs is normal, maybe his heart is in question. has Love, right?

After two more months, we did not communicate again, regardless of the incident. Last I knew, he was fine there, especially with his girlfriend.

These past few days, Farah poisoned my mind. He often teases about feelings and love. Silly again, attributed to Navroy.

But am I really in love with her? Damnit damnit! I even started to get affected on the woman's words!

Fretted? Yeah, maybe I could say that. I think my peace is starting to get disturbed. Moreover, when this longing has begun to gnaw by annoying him, wherever and whenever, without looking at the conditions and time. And unfortunately, it can only suppress it so strongly, to torture myself.

I took a deep breath, enjoying the air this afternoon. Comforting yourself from work that is so busy, it is fun. Indeed, deliberately taking a few days off just to calm the mind, the relationship I was given just taken.

This track jogging field is getting twilight, increasingly crowded by visitors. I'm here waiting for Farah. He said he wanted to go home with— because I just returned from the city's national library which is precisely not far from here—because his office is also around this address. He works at a distributor company, somewhere. And why also, want to wait here alone, which is getting boring waiting and seems long enough.

I don't know where the kid is.

I glanced at my black dial clock on my left wrist, showing it at seventeen minutes past fifteen minutes. Heavy sighs sounded from the mouth.

Not far from the crowd, especially the place I sat this—not far from the workout area, it appears some foreign men were training there. My faint smile evaporated.

Don't know why, I miss you so much, Navroy, sighed in my heart with a look down. Staring at my two feet wrapped in grey-red sports shoes.

“Keysa?” the sound made me turn my face and look to the left. With his violet sweatshirt and cloth shorts combined with black sporty shoes, he looked so handsome there. In fact, with a simple look and hair that is deliberately made messy.

Hmm, as always, always charming!

Navroy stepped towards me, approaching while still staring and letting those eyes sink into my view. His face now looked close, then sat right next to me, then without looking.

Is he really Navroy? Even his face now looks different. I mean, his expression was more cheerful and cheerful. Is his mood good? But, whether the mood is good or not he still behaves .. ah, say what I am! Come on, Key, you—

“.... You didn't hear me?” the question that made me flinch. His words were only detected in this sense of the listener.

What was?

I'm staring. A smile innocent I showed. “Sorry. What do you say?”

Her sweet smile brimmed with those thin, red lips. “Where to?” her tan looked at me in Indonesian which made me frown a little in a smile. For a moment, that exotic gaze stunned me, as if not breathing. So close, so close.

“Ms. Indonesia, I asked earlier, where?” call him again who jerked me. I feel my smile is clumsy.

“You speak Indonesian? Already smart?—umm, sorry, earlier from the library.”

He nodded, then smiled. “Yeah, but not much. Good!” confess Navroy. “How are you?” continue the man with a sumringah.

I tilted my face again, looking at him.

Not as usual. He's fine, right? Healthy?

My smile evaporated, but this time widened with embarrassment.

“Good. And you?”

“Good too. You just got home from work?” me

shake. “I'm free today.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

The Indonesian language is quite good, although the pronunciation is not perfect. But, it is still understandable.

“You're training today?” Navroy nodded. And that intoxicating smile was again shown.

He smiles more today. Good riddance!

Unintentionally, my breath just came out and my shoulder slumped.

“Sorry.”

“It's okay.”

“What's the first thing here?" again, back to staring.

“Waiting girlfriend!” timpal joked in a smile.

“Waiting for girlfriend?” the look on his face changed instantly as I nodded, still in jest.

“Oh.”

“Home! I'm waiting for my best friend here, her name is Farah,” my correction is smiling.

His smile was like an alarm to me, an alarm like something was going to happen that I didn't want.

Did he misunderstand? Damnit damnit!

“Mm, Navroy—“

“Okay, I have to practice first. Happy waiting!” I looked more and more at him questioningly as the man began to rise to his feet and hurried away.

What's wrong with her?

My view remained inseparable from it, when Navroy returned to his group. He didn't even look at me anymore, until pull-up practice started. Like, that never happened. Here, in the original seat not far from him, I still looked at him even though he was acting like he didn't know me. Navroy even only rested occasionally when sipping his drinking water. It seems like he is so self-imposed and training hard. Some of his group friends invited him to chat, but the man only answered with a flat face.

The mood really changed that fast?

Until sunset greeted, he was still with a cold face like that, without looking at me or greeting.

“Hai, alone?” Saying in Indonesian with an accent Foreign countries—when approaching me who stepped in the track jogging— area when about to go home, now heard next to me. The man with green eyes, tall in stature with an Arabic-English face, handsome and had a bewok on his white face, was now smiling.

oh, My God! A bule? Any more? Can there be no bule around me at a time like this? Ughhhh!

I only responded with a smile, only a few seconds later returning to normal with a flat and lazy expression.

It's okay, just let him see it! Let him realize that I don't want to be disturbed right now!

Badmood. My thoughts are currently focused on the Pakistani man there who is still training.

“Hai. Tap—“

“I am Ameeral,” his mouth that grabbed my hand forcefully to shake hands, but I pulled this hand that he had held. He stepped back in front of me, his eyes still staring.

“Sorry, but I have to go home,” my mouth is getting uncomfortable, but was intercepted by him when he was about to avoid.

“Oh, Come on! I just want to get acquainted. Can you have your mobile number?” my backward step was immediately restrained, as I felt my foot hit something.

“Darling, you haven't come home yet? Come up, I'll take you!” that sudden voice instantly made my head turn fast.

Navroy's?

Perhaps because I had been silent for too long, I felt her hands gently clutching my hands, then pulled me to my feet near her who was still sitting on the bike seat. His eyes now pointed at the bicycle, and I quickly obeyed him. Sitting so close to him, right in the iron frame of the bike, behind his steering wheel. The man just looked at us as we passed.

It felt like my breathing had stopped as he began to tread his bike carefully. I can even feel the smell of his signature fragrant sweat. Every now and then my back is touched by the chest of that field. The look on his face was still flat full of defensive as he tried to rebuke looking at her. The copper sports bike stopped immediately right on the highway, which was not far from the south gate of the main door.

“Just get here my help. Next time, do not meet your girlfriend again in a quiet place, if you still want to be normal,” he said without looking at me coldly and like pressing his last sentence, then passed with his bicycle.

I just sighed, looking at him who had gotten further and further out of sight.

Apparently true, he misunderstood again!

Again, a heavy Helaan rang out from me, then took public transport.

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