Widow Pellets Teaser

Ep 134s

...Is you. Tree Spruce candles that can live in winter or fall. That will never change when that spring comes, and it changes the dry season...

..._Swednesday_...

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Aprilia turned her head slightly to the left. He was able to feel Sadewa's breath blowing near the skin of his neck. Aprilia turned straight back, she stared briefly at the wedding picture hanging on the wall. Then, looking down at himself. There's guilt, just walk away.

"Have you ever loved Santi?"

Sadewa raised his gaze, following the direction of Aprilia's eyes, "Our first meeting was in Malang. It was cold in the darkness. He was seen standing among the tall fir trees. That's when I believed that the fir tree looked like a candle in the dark. I saw Santi that."

"Fir Tree?"

"Only fir trees will not shed their leaves in autumn and winter. That's how Santi was able to adapt to me, the iceberg guy who was never easy to touch."

Sadewa nodded his head.

"The term young man of the '80s turned out to be about trees. It sounds very green and natural. Unlike the times now, the term is now a golden tree, a money tree, a diamond tree."

Sadewa. Circular tight hand on belly Aprilia. Aprilia turned to her left again, and asked, "Are you sure you took off the evergreen tree to meet the banana tree, Bintan?"

"If it was supposed to be like that, it would be like that."

Aprilia smiled obliquely, "Then, who is your polluting tree now?"

"Is you. Tree Spruce candles that can live in winter or fall. That will never change when that spring comes, and it changes the dry season."

Aprilia stuck her neck back, and let the man's lips cling to her forehead.

"Alpha and Omega!" Sadewa pulled her lips away from the woman's forehead in her life.

"If so, don't sell me to another man again. You want to set me up again. I refuse."

Sadewa tightened her arms, and kissed the naked-looking shoulder under her eyes. Smelling a woman's body in her house. After that, he whispered, "I won't do that again. So I went to Malaysia. There's a burning jealousy. Kala, I know you're gonna sleep with Damian."

Sadewa closed his pair of eyes for a moment. Then, he remembered the figure of the man who hung tightly by the pool with Aprilia, "You know Adi?"

Aprilia came out of Sadewa's arms, and said without seeing the tyrannical pair of neutrals, "He's my ex-husband."

"You're approaching him back?"

"I want revenge on him."

"You sure retaliated to the man who was the father of your son. He'll hate you."

Aprilia held back. There was a taste bud that grazed his heart. Imagine how his son would hate him.

"Then what should I do?"

"Forgetit! Sometimes there are things we have to let go and let go. For the same flesh and blood. Maybe you hate it because of your heart. But don't make your son hate you. Because, you look the same as a killer. Be a good mother to your son Dimas and to our son."

Aprilia interrupted for a while. Then he walked closer. As if finding heaven in front of him, "Why do you understand me so much? and accept anything about me. Is every ugliness of my face and nature, you just swallow?"

Sadewa stroked Aprilia's straight hair. When, that hand fell on Aprilia's waist, she hugged tightly and whispered, "You might look less in the eyes of others. But in my eyes you look very valuable. Maybe this is called love. A sense that comes without seeing the look, the mass, and the status."

"Thank you!" Hugged Aprilia later.

...***...

In the morning, at 07:00 wib

Santi pulled his suitcase out of the room. One hand held tightly to Rakha who looked still red.

"Let's go to America!"

Santi raised his gaze. A man with incredible arrogance was sitting on the emperor's sofa, with his legs crossed. In the netra of the man it is nothing but emptiness. There is no more him.

"I don't need to go to America, ma'am. My son is a baby."

"Then?"

Santi silence. His little heart wished to stay. However, the pen has scratched his divorce agreement with Sadewa. Where does he want to go home? He thought for a moment. With his mind he begins to explore the memories of looking for relatives far away from his father and mother.

"Your wife severance pay will be in your account in one week."

"I'll go to Bali, ma'am."

Sadewa looked at Santi, and dismissed Santi's wishes, "You don't have any brothers there."

"I have a close friend there. Did you forget? Senjana, who you know very well."

Sadewa raised one eyebrow, trying to remember it, a shadow of a beautiful sweet black woman entered his mind, "Oh, that beautiful Ambon-blooded woman. All right if you wanna settle down there. I won't forbid."

Santi smiling. He turned the steps. Heading to the kitchen, and take a challenge to the legend while still weaving a love story at school with Sadewa.

"Bi Imah," call Santi.

Come closer, "Gendong Rakha for me."

Imah immediately took Rakha in Santi's sling. He took the little baby to the kitchen. Tears fell on Rakha's clothes.

"May your name bring blessings, son" whispered Imah.

Santi sighed. The issue also becomes so with a trembling hand lifting each menu on a plate, entering in a bushel. Santi take fried catfish, fried eggplant, watermelon fruit. Then, one centong of rice.

Closing rantang.

Santi immediately brought a bushel to the living room. The man is still there. Once upon a time, was an ex-lover. Now, is the ex-husband. How ironic.

"Mas, can I only remember one time?"

Sadewa put his cigar on the edge of the ashtray, and stared at the nanar of legend.

Apparently he still keeps the bushels that I once bought. A past with a million memories can't be a weapon anymore. If, it had faded. Faded. What are you coloring with again?

Santi smiled as if lifting the curtain of memories that made the pair of eyes of the man glazed over, and his heart was filled. Santi snuggled to the table. Put his knees near the foot of the glass rectangle. His hands slowly opened one by one the bushel, and he smilingly stared at the simple menu enthroned on the table. Early in the morning, he had awakened Imah and asked Imah to cook a memory menu.

"You like eggplants, mas. Catfish too, and watermelon fruit."

Sadewa shook her head, she immediately put her hands on her forehead, she did not allow her tears to fall, and she simply said, "That's the past. We are separated now."

Santi smiled blandly, "I know. I just dropped off the last meal. After that, you and I will never see each other again. Good bye, my mother."

Sadewa waved, "Goodbye, best ex."

Santi standing. Leaving the bushel with trembling hands. The shaking hand slowly grabbed the algae of the suitcase. Screeching slowly left the man who had been with him for so long.

Sadewa. Turned body. Not dealing with Santi. Wiping her tears silently, she stared out the window. Remembering the memories that came back to him.

Santi looks in her gray-white uniform beautifully carrying a bushel to her class, and she puts a purple letter on top of her chain, affixed to it with an eggplant sticker.

Sadewa chuckles when remembering the paragraph of the letter.

From the team leader of eggplant who loves you so much. Don't forget to eat until the pot. Santi.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

...Author and Sadewa Dialogue:...

Author: Brutal nian on bini?

Sadewa: You're the one who made me that way.

Author: I'll make you cruel too in Aprilia.

Sadewa: As close! but impotent pellets are removed well!

Author: *Thinking*You're with the author only. Too bad if Singles forever 🤣

(Don't envy) Sadewa is the author's imagination.

Author is also rich Sadewa. klo eat until distended 😅

This is the sighting of young Santi eggplant ? Anyone know this Indian artist? similar mba Nung at a glance ...