When you kissed me

27. Lazy to meet Anton

It's likely been about an hour since Gibran returned from Moli's room. However, Moli has not yet appeared to meet Anton.

“What is Moli still in the room?” mareta asked while carrying two cups of warm tea. It's been two hours since Anton came here, but why is Mareta making drinks now? I don't know.

“Try, mama call Moli! It's been an hour but Moli hasn't shown up yet.”

Mareta looks sneering, just stepping foot lazy. But, because she could not bear to see Anton, Mareta also obeyed her husband's orders.

Not yet reached the middle of the stairs, Moli was already seen. Mareta immediately threw a smile, at least that was all she could do to make up for Moli's grief. Moli went down to walk with her mother.

“Sorry long.” Be brief and sit down without greeting Anton.

Anton smiled bitterly. How the look on Moli's face right now, Anton knows, it must be because he does not like the presence of her. Having already brought the word love, Anton will try to be patient. That's how Anton thinks.

“Ngak papa.. ive been in tenin om Gibran also.”.

“If you're already in temenin why should call me everything?”

“Moli!” hardik Gibran at once. That sounds like a sentence that makes Gibran feel ashamed.

“Kok so snapped me anyway! I'll answer for what it is, pa..” Moli. Mareta who was sitting next to Moli actually wanted to clap her hands. Just this time saw a very interesting fight.

“Udah no papa, Om..” Anton mediates.

“Tuh! Anton did not mind.. why papa must sewot.”.

The growls Gibran is feeling right now. If only there were no Anton, it was likely that Moli had been stamped red by Gibran's palm on her cheek.

“Anton wants to take you on the road today,” said Gibran after sighing.

“Today I work, pa.... and Anton also work, right? Or do you have no job?” the tip of Moli's lips had been raised a sign of sneering.

“Moli, enough! Keep talking to you!” hardik Gibran's.

“Pa... I speak carefully kok.” Looking towards Gibran. “Nothing is wrong, right?”

Gibran's heart feels hot, his breath feels tight. Not because of the history of the disease, but because it was very furious with the attitude of Moli.

“Hurry up! Poor son Anton has been waiting a long time.”

“Solah itself..” Moli's murmur.

“What, Mol?” Gibran swerved sharply.

“Ngak papa..” both shoulders raised. “What am I talking about, Pa?”

Moli. “Wait a moment! I'll take the same bag as my phone first.”

Anton replied with a nod. While waiting for Moli to pick up her bag, Anton grabbed the cup containing tea that had started to cool. Sipping slowly, soaking his throat that feels dry because most swallow their own saliva. It was because a little tense observing Moli's way of speaking that managed to make a heart of misgivings.

“Yuk!” said Moli while continuing to waltz away without saying goodbye first.

“I'm sorry, Om.. aunt.” Anton took turns kissing the back of their palms.

Moli was already in Anton's car. Sitting in the front seat with two small objects that have been clogging in his ears. Take the road please, but don't talk. And sure enough, when Anton came in, not a single word came out of his mouth. Only occasionally did Anton glance at Mona who was seen muttering mimicking the sound of singing from inside his phone.

They arrived at their destination. Once inside the cafe, Moli immediately went to the toilet. Not because of kebelet or anything, just just feel sultry and want to stay away.

“My life gini very... pathetic!” babble Moli while looking at her own face from the mirror reflection, then put the headset into her bag.

“However... Anyway I do not want to marry Anton! I also have the right to choose my own partner.”

Moli sighed, her right fingers turned the water faucet, her back bent and then held her hands up in the flowing water. Once full, Moli slumped slowly until her entire face was wet.

After wiping with his handkerchief, Moli stood up straight, adjusted her breathing and went out to meet Anton again.

About ten meters from where Anton was sitting, Moli stopped her footsteps. Both of his eyeballs caught the figure of someone who was very familiar. He was sitting talking to Anton. Suddenly, Moli's legs felt heavy to move. How could two people who had made her feel disorganized be sitting there at the same time? If you can, Moli feels like she wants to shout as loud as possible to blame the current situation.

“Where is the candidate? I was curious..” said Dika with a seductive tone. “Pasti gorgeous.”

“Iya dong.. if not beautiful, I want.”

“Ck! So people want to be with me because it is beautiful. Bangke!” moli grumbled as her steps began to approach.

“That's it...” Anton pointed at someone who was walking over. Suddenly Dika immediately turned his head and immediately Anton was surprised.

“Moli?” anton said as soon as his eyes looked at Moli. Already knowing earlier, Moli just threw a fake smile and without answering, Moli immediately sat on an empty chair beside Anton.

“You know each other?” ask Anton curiously.

“I..iya.” Because seeing the reaction of Moli who did not seem to like meeting her, Dika was only able to answer briefly and stammer.

“So you know Diki, Mol?”

Anton actually felt surprised, why Moli was so cute with Diki. If they were friends, the two of them would have greeted each other or talked. But this is not. Moli looks cute while Diki looks nervous like holding something back. What's going on between the two of them? Anton started to get curious.

At this moment the three of them were instantly silent, silent, only a babbling sound was heard from the next table. If Moli did feel lazy to talk, for the two men in front of her, maybe already confused and did not find what topic to talk about. The center is on Moli, but Moli is very indifferent and spelled out the bodo period.

“I order a drink first.” Anton broke the silence. After staring at the two of them alternately, Anton stood towards the back to order a drink.

“Actually what is between the two of them?” anton murmured once he had moved away a few steps.

“Hai Mol!” diki. “I'm happy we can see you again..”.

“Gue nak”

Diki immediately smiled bitterly. He knew until this moment, it seemed like Moli still harbored anger on him. What happened in the past is outrageous. Diki was already aware of that.

“Oh yes Mol... you how are you?”

“Good.”

Not far from them, while waiting for his drink to be ready, Anton still stood there watching the two people who had been seen starting to talk. His eyes were very observant staring, but unfortunately, Anton could not hear their chatter at all.

“I have long since found you, Mol..” the look on his face has turned sad. His fingers were tied to each other on the table.

“Ngapain my nyariin? We have no business!” answer cynical Moli.

Is looking to ruin the relationship again? If you're with Anton, please. Moli supports, after all Moli does not like this matchmaking. But, what was the purpose of Diki meeting Moli because of that? Nope.

“Sorry long..” Not finished the chat Diki, Anton has come to bring three glasses of cold drinks.

“Casual aja.” Answer Diki. While Moli remained indifferent. “I said yes... still a lot of work.” Dika is standing. After getting a nod from Anton, Diki left.

Anton was already sitting back, putting all three glasses on the table. “I brought you a drink, Diki went instead.”

“Good deh.”

Anton was getting curious. In view of Moli's expression, it was very clear that Moli was very unhappy with Dika. Why, Anton will ask right now.

“You've known me a long time?”

“Ya.” Answering briefly while sucking his drink.

“It looks like you don't like Diki? Wh why? Is there a problem?”

“Not business elo.”

Anton grunts. It seems Moli is difficult to talk to, but Anton does not give up. He continued his curiosity so that it was quickly answered.

“Sorry.. I just want to know.”

“Yakin elo want to know?” Moli stared intently at Anton. Anton was a little stunned because he got a look at Moli's murder.

“Yes. Of course.” Anton sat down again. “I'm curious... is it possible that you guys have been in a relationship?”

Moli sighed quickly with her lips open. The two ends of his lips were attracted like making an indentation of a smile. “Indeed... indeed there was a relationship.” Sucking another drink.

“So you guys ever dated?”

“Iya. And elo know what?” looking at Anton again while patting the table. “Diki is not much different from elo..”.

“I?” peekkik Anton's.

“Iya, i-elo. You are both destroyers of people's feelings. As long as you know yes.I hate the same elo. Because what? Elo is well established, has a look, but really want to be fooled.. Rich do not have self-esteem aja.”.

Degh's!

Anton was immediately confused as to how to react. The words made by Moli are true.

“Elo already know that I do not like the same elo, but elo still kekeh deketin me. And I know.. elo deketin I also because of support from papa right?” Moli laughs. “Gue has also said that I already have my own candidate. You should be self-conscious! Don't be yourself elo a business field for both of them.”

“They both? Meaning?”

Moli clucked. “Elo is stupid or what the hell? This matchmaking is only for business bokap elo same bokap me. Yes, you don't know that.

Dwaar!!

Anton landed his left hand in front of his chest. It's true, this matchmaking is because of business. Why would Anton?

“Elo it as a man must be firm dong! Udah clearly the woman who is fooled by the same elo does not like the same elo, but elo still insistent on chasing him? Out there are still many beautiful women who want to be equal elo.”

Anton still silently listened to the long sentence that Moli said. Sure enough, out there are certainly many beautiful women who are much better than Moli. And the possibility of being able to repay Anton's love without any coercion. Anton should be well aware of that.

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