Wife Custody (Second Love)
Heart Keanu (1)
Flashback Keanu & Julie - part four
From the eyes down to the heart.
So people say. In the past, I didn't believe in that expression. Love is not a feeling that comes from sight, but through a process. I can't believe people fall in love at first sight. What is it, know it, how can love?
I've never felt her name fall in love. Dating, never a few times. But I feel ordinary. If he says the heart beats faster, for me it doesn't. Just ordinary. Dealing with my girlfriends felt flat and bland. I never expressed love first, always those who shoot.
Like the women? Likes doang. Nothing makes me want to see a woman constantly, wanting to be close to her... Everything is ordinary. My previous girlfriends were also nothing to make me feel comfortable when around him. We just meet, eat together, walk together, already, go home.
There were some of my girlfriends trying to tie me up with intense physical contact. Groping, hugging, kissing, I do so by simply following their will. Honestly, I'm afraid to do something like that. So not infrequently, the more they tried to stick to me, I immediately left and I never met again.
What's again? Well, that's my track record with women. I admit I'm handsome, but I haven't found my dream woman so far. It's been 28 years, my heart is still flat and... Slender.
But for some reason, this afternoon everything was different. I feel alien to myself, with my own feelings.
Last afternoon, I ordered to stop by a bakery that opened a few days ago.
[Later home, please stop by the new bakery. Please buy me four chocolate buns. If you want, buy them for you too.]
I let out a breath. My work hours ended at 4. If I go there first, what time can I get home? I want to go home quickly and then play. The fate of jomlo, yes.
[Must go there, Mom? I have to muter first dong. At the same bakery, how is the return route?]
Yes, the case of this new bakery is not as direct as the trip to my house. This is not stopping by, but muters. Where it jammed, and definitely rame.
[Mother wants it there. Tiwi bought it there yesterday. It's delicious, Kean. You don't want to try.]
Duh, the Tiwi's got a thing. Because of him, I craved that brown bread.
Uh, what? Who's Tiwi? Oh, tha. My ex-boyfriend who hasn't been able to move on. Still like to play at my house, want to take it back but diplomacy through my mother. Mother anyway just fine, brought by delicious souvenirs continue. Fruits, snacks, vegetables, to brown bread which is said to be very good.
Me? Not interested at all. Both the brown bread was the same Tiwi. The more he tried hard like that, the more ilfeel. I decided after he tried to get me married and acted as if I was promising him a marriage. Though not. All of this only happens in his own mind. I have no intention of getting married. I still want to enjoy this free time.
Yes, there is envy in other friends. Hanung, one of them. He was happy with his wife. I already have a child, and even want to have one more. If there is anything, there is a wife who takes care of it. After work, there is a child as a relief of fatigue. Me? Still playing and sleeping by yourself. But I enjoyed it. Before the wife follows her wherever she goes.
So, how's the bread? She wants to be at that bakery. Yes, yes, how else. Than the word durhaka.
[Yes deh. I will buy it later. Is there anything else, Mom? Let's all.]
[Thank you, my dear child. That's enough. Be careful on the road, Kean.]
Huh, it's her turn to want me to be loved, my mind to sneer. But in fact, my mother was kind and loving. I'm the one who didn't. Flat like this, my father's descendants might. Like potato chips, my mother was Chitato, my father and I were Lays.
At 3:30 pm, I decided to go home first. Delicious in this office, I am free to go home at any time as long as my work is complete and meet the minimum working hours of 6 hours. It should have been 3 o'clock I was able to go home, but there was still something I wanted to finish, so it was 30 minutes. It's okay, it's not quite the korean yet.
15 Minutes drive, I searched the bakery in question.
"Rosemary.. Rosemary.. Ah, there it is."
Soon I parked my car not far from the store. It turned out that the shop was small, but the line was long snaking all the way to the outside of the store. I'm actually lazy to line up like this, but for my mother's sake, it's okay. I hope tomorrow I don't ask for any more.
I got out of the car. While walking towards the door of the shop, my eyes caught the shadow of a woman. His hair is short with a slightly random cut, casual dress and carries a simple white tote bag. Her face looks fresh with a charming smile. Hearts, especially. It's like moving in slow motion. Who her? Why does my heart feel this way?
Heart's pounding. Kuraba my chest, the beat is fast and strong. What is this feeling? Why am I being so weird?
I saw him walking towards that snaking queue. I set my feet a little hurried, so that I could immediately stand behind him. Too late, there was another man there. I touched the man's shoulder, I whispered an invitation to change places. Lucky, he was ready. I was standing behind the woman, it felt like my heart was about to fall off!
The cold heat of my body is in this position. I wanted to touch her shoulder, and then get her acquainted. It's good to kill time so as not to get tired of waiting in line. But for what reason? What if he doesn't want to? Ah, I'd be ashamed of it.
I pray to the universe to help me. After some time we were in line, the phone rang. He lifted her up and spoke in a stifled voice. Ah, that sounds so sweet in my ears.
Her cheerful and loose carrying accompanied by a strong aura made me feel comfortable as well as amazed. In my eyes, he seemed to enjoy being himself. That's a sign he's done with his business. For some reason, it made her look cool in my eyes.
I stole the talk on that phone. From there I knew, after this he had to meet someone, maybe his friend, as soon as possible. I'm looking for a gap to interact with him. Tied maybe? But he could have been here with his own vehicle. Ask for her cell phone number? Maybe I can try this later.
Ah, the beloved shoots also arrived. I saw in front of him there was a blank distance. Because of his focus he spoke with his cellphone, he did not realize the person in front of him had stepped forward. Slowly I slapped his shoulder.
"Mbak, sorry. Can you take two steps? The line is on the way."
He turned his face towards me. My God, my God, his face is so radiant. But why is he gawking like that? Is there something wrong with my face?
"Mbak, hello?" I said while waving my fingers in front of his face.
He blinked his eyes many times. Hey, stop being cute in front of me, beautiful! I was tempted to pinch your cheek...
"I'm sorry, Mas" she replied, bowing her body. A polite woman, I like it.
Then he turned his body back and stepped forward towards the front while bringing the phone back to his ear. Earlier when I rebuked it, he had to keep the phone away. But unfortunately, he instead hit the person in front of him. I smiled amusedly. Sloppy, but not keep the image. He bowed his body and apologized to the person he hit.
Funny too, girl. I sat down while smiling widely. Uh, I smile when I look at women? I was rarely like this before. What's wrong with me?
Soon, it was his turn to buy bread. It turned out that he also bought brown bread just like my mother wanted. It looked good, somehow the bread looked different from what I saw at home yesterday. Suddenly I became smitten. I will also buy ah..
The beauty had finished buying bread. He walked out of the shop. Quickly I mentioned my order to the cashier, 6 chocolate breads. 4 for Mom, and 2 for me. I rushed to pay, then half ran me out of the store. I was looking around for the pretty guy, I found him pushing his bike out of the parking lot.
What am I supposed to do? Can I help her? But how?
I thought for a long time, I could not find the answer. Beauty is not visible from my sight. As I recall, he just turned the corner there. I'd better start first, let's see later how it will be.
