Trapped in the Love of the Past

Trapped in the Past

Eps. 53

We both started walking towards the biggest shopping mall in Semarang city. Mr. Rohman invited me to see the fashion. All the clothes were nice, so I was a little confused to pick them.

But my netraku is fixed on a blue dongker. And the size also seems to be right for his mother mas Rohman.the model is also very classy. Maybe it's appropriate for Heni's mom.

"Mas, look at that robe. Looks good and the size fits your mother. But I don't know if you like it or not."

"My mom didn't choose, baby. Which one would want to."

"But good, my mom."

"Yes, whatever you think is good, I'm sure you like."

"Ehm, if for the father maybe this batik fits mas. The color is blue dongker. Almost the same color as mother's dress."

"Yes, this is good too."

"Sorry, if for Mirna I don't know what she tastes like."

"If I notice, Mirna likes to wear simple. She never wears a skirt or a dress. Maybe less like."

"Then try this same tunic batik, mas. How know he likes. The color is neutral too."

"Dear, try it first. Let's say he doesn't like to buy it himself."

"Well, that could be."

"Aren't you shopping for your family, baby?"

"Eh, not mas. Tomorrow I'll go shopping alone when I go home with mom. Let me choose what I like."

"Then I'll give you the money for shopping."

"Ja. Don't mas, I still have money."

"Dear, you just follow. I told you never to refuse a gift from me."

"I. yes. I just don't deserve any money from you. I don't have a right yet, because I'm not your wife."

"Dear, I don't want to hear you talk like that anymore."

"I. yes, I am." I looked down and followed what Rohman said.

"Is there anything you want to buy again, ma'am?"

"It doesn't seem like it's there anymore, baby. We go to the cashier and pay for this. Then we'll eat first."

"Yes, my mom."

After all the groceries paid off, we both walked back to walk around the shopping center. How know I found something funny.

My steps stopped at the hijab shop. I immediately thought of someone. When I first met Rendy, this was the place. Where I wanted a good hijab, but first Rendy took it.

'Oh, my God, why do I remember Rendy again. Why is it getting harder to forget.'

"Darling, why are you here? Do you want to buy a hijab?"

"Ahh, what's mas?"

"What the hell are you, baby?"

"A. I don't why, ma'am."

"I don't like that you're still thinking about other people. Remember, I'm here."

"iiiya, um. I'm sorry."

"Yes, let's go again. If you want to buy something, you stay bipang. No need to hide."

"Yes, I understand."

Rohman and I walked together again. Sometimes we hold hands. As I passed through the center of the bag and shoes, I stopped my steps. My net was fixed on a very beautiful shoe.

I hesitated to take it. I decided to give it back. Even though I really want it. But it looks like Rohman can read my mind.

"Why not, baby?"

"Ehm, anu mas. It doesn't seem like it's appropriate if I'm the one wearing it."

"Who said? I see it's nice, it's graceful that you wear it."

"We're looking for something else, ma'am."

"Here you go, baby, just take it. I don't like it if you can't say it."

"I.yeah, mas." I went back to taking that one. Then walk to the cashier to pay for it. But when passing through the center of the bag, again my net is fixed on one very interesting bag.

I stopped and took it. I tried it and looked at the glass. Teenyata is very suitable and the color is also neutral. And again the price that made me doubt.

This time the price of his bag was five hundred thousand. No wonder it is expensive. The material, quality and model are very good.

"Do you like it, baby?"

"It's expensive, mas?"

"That's it, don't think expensive or cheap. As long as there's me, if you want something talk baby. I told you not to."

"But, this is five hundred thousand. I've never bought anything this expensive."

"Get it, baby."

"I'm afraid your money is up."

"As long as you're happy, I don't care. Money can be found, baby. Take it, we pay at the cashier."

"Yes, thank you." Rohman rubbed my head and smiled. A manic smile with dimples makes me happy. I have long missed that smile.

After all, we got back on our way. I was a little tired, but I felt very happy. You can walk with Rohman in the shopping mall.

We decided to stop shopping and decided to leave the building. My stomach is also starting to get hungry. I don't want to eat late because I can throw up.

As we both walked towards the parking lot, someone called Rohman. A woman of semok stature and brown hair approached him. Her skin is white, and beautiful. If I notice, her stature is almost similar to Chika's.

'Astagfirullah, why did I mention the name of the person who died. Sorry Chika, I didn't accidentally.'

"Mas, how are you?" Greet the lady while shaking Rohman's hand.

"I'm good, how are you and your family?"

"Thank God, everything is good."

"Thank God then. Where are you from, Vin?"

"I want to see a friend, Mom. I have a promise from my friend. Where are you from yourself?"

Mas Rohman chatted with the woman familiarly. Until he forgot that I was here. If I think about it, it seems like they've had my first relationship. But I don't know what their relationship is. I chose silence and waited for them to chat without disturbing him. Rohman looked at me for a second, and he seemed to realize that I was waiting for him.

"Oh yes Vin, know this Lissa. She's my future wife. We'll be married in a week."

"Oh, so Rohman got married."

"Yes Vin, I asked for his prayer."

"Oh yeah baby, know this Vina. Um, she's my ex-wife."

'Deg, why does this chest hurt so much when he heard Rohman call him his ex-wife. But I still tried to smile and greet the woman.'

"Hallo mbak, I'm Lissa."

"Don't call me mbak, Vinna just let me be familiar."Shake hands and smile kindly at me. Looks like he wanuta good when viewed from his speech. I hope my guess doesn't miss.

"Don't forget to come at our wedding, Vin." Sahut mas Rohman's.