When you kissed me

Season 2's. 1. (MOLE)

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4 Years have passed, leaving behind the story of High School romance for Moli. After graduating 2 years ago, now Moli has become a very beautiful adult woman. Moli has not continued his studies again, he quit after almost 1 year more did not continue his studies. Not because of lack or lack of intelligence, but as the only child of a wealthy family, Moli has been obliged to continue his family business.

Previously Moli had refused, That's because Moli still wants to enjoy her study period and find new friends while in college. After graduating from High School, everything that was in him immediately drifted far away from nowhere. From friends, lovers, enemies, everything disappears. Maybe true said people, the period of High School there will be a part of the story in it that will be lost. Togetherness when with his two friends can only be remembered, as well as the romance of love with his lover named Yoga. Where is he now? I don't know. No one knows.

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The clock on the nightstand sounded loud. There was no reaction from someone who was still lying on the bed, he just squirmed while yawning.

Kriiiiiiing!

Bugh! Prak!

The hard throw of the pillow that came out from inside the blanket made the clock fall on the floor. Just loosen up, until it is quiet without making any more noise.

“Whispering!” Grumpily someone while pulling the blanket higher to cover his head.

He seems to have forgotten, forgotten what he will do today. Ah wait, it's not like that. That is, he forgot his parents' plan today, requiring him to set a clock to wake him up while sleeping. Yeah, that means. This afternoon, Moli must attend a children's party from her father's best friend.

“Moli! Wake up baby!!” screams from behind the door. The door was still knocked several times.

“Quick darling, or we'll be late! Quick!!!”

Hiduprak!

Moli sat down, kicking the blanket away. His eyeballs were instantly rounded when his ears heard a cry that was even more shrill than the sound of the clock.

“Iya! I'm up.” Reply while kicking the mattress. His lips were pouting forward following the look of his face that had frowned.

After shuffling her own hair, Moli crawled down from the bed. His legs are still visible he was pounding on the floor. Angry, resentful, but not because of his disturbed sleep, only Moli did not like the intent of why he had to hurry.

“Quick darling!” shouted one from outside again.

“Iya.” Answer lengus.

With a wobble and a sense of laziness, Moli began to step foot with stagger. It was heavy, if only possible, it was better to stay in the room. It was more useful than having to get up, take a shower and then make a beautiful dress in the style of the princess. Wh-wh-what for? Of course to meet someone.

Yes, this afternoon Moli asked her papa to meet a man. The son of his father's best friend. Wh-wh-what for? Unknow it. All Moli knows is, just meet him, get acquainted and maybe it will be a good fit. That's what papa said.

Oh, that means it's a match, right? Who wants to? Lookie! Moli didn't look enthusiastic about any of this. An arranged marriage for him was the most annoying as well as troublesome thing. And again, until now Moli's heart is still the same, the feeling is still the same as before, which is only for one man who ever made her laugh when lonely.

But where? Where is he now?

Moli grabbed a blouse and a sponge skirt from the closet, her pretty face was not at all excited. After finishing, Moli immediately threw a towel just like that to any place. Her innocent face she sprinkled with powder, her thin lips she gave natural colored lipstick. Just like that, there is no need to appear excessively in front of a man whom he has no interest at all.

If it were not for the request of his father who was too bad, Moli was reluctant to dress up and make up. It looks like it's not her. From the reflection of the mirror, Moli sneered at her own appearance. It felt like his round eyeball was lazy to look at himself. It's very feminine.

What is dandan like this for? How important is that guy? Why look glamorous too?

Aaaa!!! I'm not for sale, right?!

Moli shouted as loudly as possible. Both of his legs which were now wearing high heel again stomped against the floor mercilessly.

A few moments complacent with an indistinct cry, slowly his palm rubbed his chest that felt burning emotions. Take a deep breath, then blow out of his mouth.

“Gue hate myself!”

Brak!

The door closed hard. Moli turned around, then stepped quickly down the stairs.

Down there, on the first floor, papa and mama were already waiting for him while holding hands. Both look so crisp. Looks like they won't care about Moli's feelings right now.

“You are so beautiful, dear.” Mareta. Her lips were still smiling with her fingers rubbing Moli's chin.

Moli just smiled bitterly. If you can choose, it is better not to be called beautiful than having to dress up to have to fight with various kinds of makeup. Very annoying and exhausting.

“Come we leave.” Gibran embraces Mareta and Moli.

Moli was in the back seat with Mareta, while Gibran was in the left. This family still faithfully uses the services of a driver. Who else if not ujang sir, he is the one who faithfully serves in the Gibran family.

“Remember, be polite there.” Mareta patted Moli's thigh softly. Better to warn before he gets there, Moli is a little careless, lest he embarrass his own family.

Mama thought I was a kid? No need to remind me I can be polite.

“Honey, you will definitely like it.” The words from Mareta actually made Moli's smile more bitter.

Who do I like? And who's gonna like me? Their man of choice?

Moli glared, rolling her eyeballs towards the window glass. One hand was holding her chin. His gaze was straight observing the street lights that seemed to be running away. Papa and Mama will not understand the feelings in Moli's heart. They are selfish, it is common. They were like that before, too, right?

Many years in the country of people, without visiting the child alone in his own country. Those who are always busy never once ask Moli's news in earnest. Business and money are always the first order for them. Have they ever cared about Moli's feelings? Nah!

Likewise with his heart, his feelings, stay away until it is difficult to reach back.

I've missed him. So missed.

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