When you kissed me

9. Meet Aunt Santi

“Elo can still point the way right?” Moli turned a glance then straight again facing the street.

“Can. Straight away, there will be a crossroad, turn left. My home is there.”

“Oke.”

Moli was convinced that there was something going on with Yoga. He can remember everyone Moli knows, but Yoga does not recognize Moli. It was very strange, especially when suddenly his head feels dizzy, it reinforces Moli's assumption that Yoga has problems with his memory.

“Which one?” Moli pulled over the car when it had entered a few meters into a narrow alley that was only enough to pass 1 car.

“That's it..” Yoga pointed to the simple house on the left row. “Home with blue paint.”

“Oke.” Moli drove her car again until now stopped right in the yard of Yoga house.

Yoga has gone down, then followed by Moli who also came down. Moli closed the door slowly, after which, her eyeballs immediately twisted looking around.

This house is very simple, the shape of the building is far from the model of the shape of the house today, the home page also seems to be only two meters wide.

Moli still gaped while continuing to follow the steps of Yoga. Moli looked confused, both of her eyebrows were also wrinkled earlier. I don't feel like I can believe it. What exactly happened? This house is far from the house where Yoga lived while with Diki. Very far.

“Come in first.” Yoga opened the door, standing at the edge of the doorway and allowing Moli to stop by.

“I..iya...” Moli nodded doubtfully and finally her two legs alternated until they reached the inside.

Moli again observed this house. And instantly his eyes swept back across the entire corner of the room. He was even more confused, is this really the house of Yoga? And who does she live with? What's with Diki too? Moli wondered in her heart.

“Sit first.”

“Iya.”

“You're home, Ga?”

The soft voice interrupted Moli's intention to sit down.

Moli stood up straight again and turned around to find where the sound was coming from.

“Iya, mom. It just came home.” Answer Yoga while putting her bag on the table.

Both the eyeballs of Moli and Santi are currently seen together, seen the magazine held by Santi instantly regardless of his grasp. Santi looked confused, and without realizing it, his hands had now closed his open mouth.

That hand was currently slowly starting to slump to the point of touching his chest that was pounding violently. The magazine on the floor doesn't care. At this time Santi just stared more and more observant at the beautiful face of the woman who was standing not far from him. Santi knew him, of course.

“Tante..” Shrewd and doubtful. Moli approached and shook Santi's hand.

“I..iya...” Santi stammered.

Yoga that is still visible standing there can only frown. It seemed like the two women managed to make him feel a little confused.

“How are you, healthy aunt?”

“Se...sehat, how are you? Healthy?”

“Health, aunt.”

“You know each other?” Yoga stares at them alternately while sticking out the index finger.

No answer from them. Both of them just smiled which showed that both of them were misbehaving. Ah, not the wrong mannerism possible, but the feeling of worry in each of their hearts.

“I live first, you guys chat. Looks like you guys look familiar.”

The deg!

Santi looked confused. Meeting Moli again was a great joy, but it might also be a disaster.

To eliminate the awkwardness, Santi finally allowed Moli to sit on the sofa. While Yoga, already went to his room to change clothes.

“You're Moli, right?” Santi asked with a body leaning.

Moli nodded. “Yes aunt, it's me, Moli.” Answer it steadily.

“How did you guys meet?” Santi asked in a soft voice. Not to be disrespectful, just that Santi did not want Yoga to hear this talk.

Moli closed her eyes for a while, after which she heard a soft sigh from her thin lips.

“We accidentally met, aunt.” Moli looked at Santi. “The car I rode accidentally hit Yoga this morning, even his pants to tear.” Moli grimaced at the end of the word.

Ls i? Because I was too surprised, I did not pay attention to Yoga earlier.

“What Yoga recognize you?”

A question Mona really wanted to ask had been heard in her ear. Why could Santi ask such a question? What a big question mark. Moli is getting curious.

“No.” Answer the listless Moli. If you remember the debate with Yoga earlier, it feels like Moli wanted to scream then slapped hard on Yoga's cheek, and then after that asked for an explanation of what really happened.

As expected, Yoga could not know Moli anymore. For approximately 8 months after the event that made him traumatized and stressed, Yoga has forgotten the figure of the woman he loved. He forgets everything about Moli, whether it be happy or sad, Yoga can not remember it at all. The memory of Moli seems to have been formatted from the Yoga brain. Everything's lost.

“Tante..” Moli moved to sit next to Santi. Now his two hands had already grasped Santi's palms.

“Actually what happened to Yoga? Why did he forget me?” Moli's gaze had changed softly. The happiness of having met Yoga just vanished and changed with disappointment because it turned out that Yoga had forgotten it.

Santi could not answer. Her lips were twisted and so hard to move. Especially after looking at Moli's face that was so sad, Santi became more and more unwell.

“Tante..” Moli touched the back of Santi's palm that was piled on top of her thigh. Shaking her softly, hoping that Santi would immediately give an explanation.

Santi finally looked up, blinked then smiled at Moli. “Sorry dear...” his fingers gently rubbed Moli's cheeks that somehow since when it was wet. “Tante has not been able to explain what happened, this is still too difficult for us.”

Moli wiped her tears. “Difficult? Why difficult?”

“Sorry darling..” Santi moved his gaze in the other direction. Breathe in quickly with the eyeballs pointing upwards to hold something that almost popped out from behind his eyes.

“Tante..”.

“What else are you doing? Seriously like.” Yoga came before Moli continued her sentence.

“Eh, sister, e... what's his name? Elo not coming home yet?” seloroh Yoga when sitting on the sofa.

“Yoga!” Santi glared sharply. Forget it, but by saying that his name is very disrespectful.

“What the hell ma! He's a stranger, so it's not good here long.” Yoga again.

Isn't Moli feeling sick? Sure yeah. The words of Yoga again made his heart ache. Where is the sweet Yoga, the cute Yoga, the ever-spoiled Yoga and the Yoga that always loves to be near the Moli? It really looks like it's not Yoga. Properties changed 180°.

“Alright, I'm home.” Moli stand. His eyes glanced fiercely towards Yoga.

“Tante, I'm home.” Kissing the back of Santi's palm.

“Be careful dear, and sorry for everything.”

“Sorry for what?” Yoga Timbruk.

“Not Elo's business! And remember, elo will regret ignoring me after you know who I am.”

Moli has left with disappointment. For now Moli does not know anything, but tomorrow or maybe the day after, Moli must have an answer.

“Gue will make you remember me again!” Moli growled while hitting the wheel. “Hope to meet but elo forget me, damn it! I won't let it continue like this.”

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