When you kissed me

6. repeated meetings

“Ma, I'm leaving first.” Pamit Yoga while kissing the back of Santi's palm.

“Be careful.

“Iya, Ma.”

For Yoga, this is his new life. Far from the family Diki had been expected from a long time ago. Although away from him because of a very big disaster at that time. But how else, that's what happened.

Yoga was out of the yard, his hands were guiding his bicycle along the sidewalk. It was a bright morning, and his heart should also look bright and happy.

A few minutes away, Yoga was already seen riding his bike, he pedaled it vigorously. It is Monday, it should be this morning started with a burning spirit.

Pile up!!

Yoga collapses with her left foot on her bike. Yoga looks grimaced because his eyes are hit by a bicycle paddle. Slowly Yoga wakes up, standing with one leg bent. Below there are blood spots that come out from behind his skin that slightly peeled.

“Sorry, elo not papa right?” Moli patted the back of the high school boy.

“Be careful dong, if bring a car. You rich man!” Spray it out loud, without looking. Yoga busily justifies his osis uniform being exposed to dust.

“That voice..” Moli remained silent. His head was slightly tilted, trying to observe who the man who turned his face away from him was.

His voice is familiar. It seemed like the voice he had heard, but where? Moli is still guessing. While Moli was still speechless with open lips, the man in the high school uniform had already re-attached his bike at a rapid pace.

Isn't this almost the same as what happened a few years ago??

“Yoga. Yes, it's Yoga.” Moli jumped up, stomping her legs in turns. His index finger was wagging in front of his chest. His eyeballs were already rounded larger, while his lips continued to pronounce the man's name repeatedly.

“Pak ujang!” shouted Moli for a moment. He quickly closed the car door. His arms extended forward, hitting the shoulders of the test pack hard. “Pursue him, Mr. Ujang. Cepetan!!”

“I..iya, Non.”

In the back seat, Moli could no longer sit quietly. He was still seen swiping his legs under the seat.while on his lap, his fingers were already seen squeezing each other.

That's Yoga. Ja. It's not wrong anymore. That's what's on Moli's mind right now.

“Cepet, sir!!” Moli said in a high tone. He could not wait to meet the bicycle driver immediately.

“Hei! Stop!” the car's glass is open. Moli's one hand stuck out, waving at the man still pedaling the bike.

“What the hell, he? screaming in the streets.” Yoga just turned his head while sneering, then pedaling his bike faster.

“Come sir, chase him again.” Moli hit the front seat repeatedly, while her eyeballs were already twisting following the increasingly distant movement of Yoga.

“Why stop, sir?”

“Red light, Non.”

“Ck. Shit!!” Moli grumbled as she continued to pat both her thighs.

That's Yoga, right? Moli is sure it is Yoga. His face is so similar, so similar. But the man is taller than Yoga. It may be about 185 cm tall, while Yoga, which Moli knows is only about 172 cm. But that was when Yoga was still sitting on the Junior High.

But why doesn't he recognize Moli?

Moli finally sat down speechless after her brain discovered that one question. True, if it is Yoga, why does he not recognize Moli?

Waitaminute! Moli patted the front seat again. The car still stopped, the red light still did not turn green so Mr. Ujang can look back.

“What's up, non?”

“Pak ujang.” Moli swallowed her saliva. “Do you know who this man was?”

“Which non Moli called earlier?”

“Iya.”

“Yoga right? It was non Moli himself who called it that.”

“Ck. Pak Ujang forgot Yoga?”

“Yoga who the hell, non?”

“Then..” Moli sat back with her eyes round. “Maybe Yoga forgot the same me. Yes, maybe so.”

When he was about to ask Mr. Ujang to look for the bike riding High School man earlier, Moli was surprised by his cellphone which suddenly sounded.

“Ck! Who the hell!” Lazily, Moli reached into the phone in her briefcase.

“Iya Pa, what's up?” his eyes seemed to be rolling over the sign of dislike. If you've contacted papa, there may be two options. One because of the work, two maybe the match with Anton.

“Where are you?” ask from across.

“On the road, towards the office.”

“Quickly a little, Anton is already here.”

Well, what to say. It must have something to do with Anton. Why so early? Moli immediately slammed her phone in the seat after the connection was cut off. His big nose was also heard snorting several times in accompaniment with his palm punching the seat with annoyance.

“Cepet pack, we go directly to the office.”

“OK, non.”

Fifteen minutes later, Moli arrived at the office. As long as his foot stepped, Moli's lips never stopped to not sneer. Even the employees looked down because they welcomed him, he ignored.

Meet Anton, why is it so early? Moli looked sullen as her hand managed to open the door of the study. Inside there was Papa and Anton smiling at him. A smile made as sweet as possible to welcome Moli.

Hmh! No need!

“Morning, Moli..” Greet Anton while standing half-bending. “You are beautiful once.”

Whats! What's that phrase? So sucks.

“Pagi.”

After glancing at her papa for a while, Moli went straight to her desk, put down the bag then sat down while pulling the collar of her slumped arm.

“Elo why, early in the morning gini already here? Not working?” asked Moli with a crooked eye.

“Moli! The polite.” Hardic Gibran. He approached and stood beside Moli. “You chat, papa stay.”

“Om go first, you guys please chat here.” Gibran patted Anton on the shoulder with one wink. That atinya is a support so that Anton is more active to seduce Moli.

Anton nodded in understanding. Then after Gibran was out of the room Moli, Anton immediately took the initiative to approach Moli who still looks cute duck.

“Sory, still morning already bother you.”

“Hm..”

“Today is not too busy right?”

“As usual.” Still cool and not looking. You know, what's in Moli's brain right now is the man on the bike. Moli is still very curious about the Man in the High School uniform.

“You don't, later tonight we go?”

“I'm busy.”

Anton looks bitterly smiling. It seems like this woman is hard to conquer. It's okay, it looks really interesting. The smile on Anton's lips instantly turned fluffy. This woman was very different from most women he had ever known and it made Anton's spirit smolder.

“Oh yes, but papa you said, you are not too busy.” Anton bowed with both hands on the table supporting his body.

“So, let's go. Isn't the saying, don't know then don't love.”

Moli clucked. Somehow his eardrums were so disturbed when the figurative sentence slid from Anton's mouth. After all, who wants to love each other? The dream!

“Even so, I don't care.” Moli stand. “Partially I want to know elo also because of Bokap. So, I beg you don't expect more.” Staring at Anton with a reminiscent tone.

“All right, no problem. We'll see later.”

“Ck! Very confident in people.” Inner Moli.

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