Wife Custody (Second Love)

Heart Keanu (2)

Flashback Keanu & Julie - part five

I saw the beauty pushing her motorbike in the distance. I finally found him after losing track. I pushed him slowly, so close I cut his way, and I stopped my car in front of him.

You know, where is he going? Even cut the road as well and nyelonong aja.

I opened the door and got out of the car and immediately called out to him,

"Mom! Ma'am!"

I saw him floundering himself. Half-run, I approached him.

"Bak, what's the bike?"

He looked towards me.

O to the M to the G.

Everything seems to be moving slowly again.

OH!!!

Why does she look so cute?

I deg-degan. Very deg-degan. Listen, dag dig dug my heart, no crap.

Easy, Kean. It should look relaxed, not tense. I tried to smile sweetly in front of him.

"Oh, the front tire is flat? I help, can I?"

I offered help. Although I honestly don't know yet, how I helped her.

"Well, how's it going, Mas?"

I nodded while scratching my head even though it was not itchy. "Yes, yes, too. The tire patch is still far away?"

"So from the word Mr. Parking earlier, it's still 500 meters."

Appreciable. You, Ma'am, have to push the bike that far...

"The baby's in a hurry, right? I'm sorry, I was on the phone chatting mama."

He looked a little surprised. I immediately came up with an idea in my mind.

"Can't drive a car?"

He nodded with a frown, I don't think he understood where this conversation was going.

"Mbaknya drive my car until the tire patch, let me push the bike Mbak. I'm gapapa, already trained to take care of these things."

It's okay to push the motor half a kilo meter. Itung-itung sports. I haven't been in fitness for a long time either.

He nodded and we changed positions. He drove my car slowly and I pushed his bike. Fortunately the road is flat, not climbing or a lot of gronjalan. So don't feel tired. While pushing the motor I laughed to myself. Fortunately, he was able to drive the car, what would happen if he did not.

Upon arrival at the tire patch, I approached Pak Tambal Ban.

"Sir, I picked up this bike first. Please patch it, if there is something that needs to be replaced, just change it. I will be notified to this number later, yes" I explained while handing over my business card. Mr. Tambal Ban said yes and pushed the motor into his kiosk yard.

I saw the beauty near me. I'm thinking fast. If you want to help, you can't half. I've given her a ride, wherever it is. Now how do I persuade him to let me deliver. He must have refused first.

"Come, get in my car. My anterin. Hurrying right?"

He was silent and gawking. I thought his reaction would be like this. He must be thinking, who you are, Fernando. New also know, how to help this way until want to nganter. He probably suspected that I had evil intentions...

"Sir, I'm not a bad person. Okay, let's go in. Call the address, we go there. The important thing is to get there first."

Finally he nodded and stepped closer to my car door. I smiled and got in the car as well.

He mentioned an address, and we glided there. Quite far away, different directions to my house. Ah, let. The important thing is that I can help her and... Together with him. Along the way we met each other.

"I'm Keanu. Ma'am, who?"

"Julie, Mom. Duh, sorry Mas Keanu, I have got some gini. Keanu has no other needs?"

"It just so happens that I am empty today. So you can be free everywhere. Where was Julie's real mom? How do you think there's a gini?"

"My father is a Jogja, my mother is English. But I am an Indonesian. I don't speak this English. The tongue is also Indonesian. From the language of taste."

Hearing the answer, I laughed.

"It could be, what a person. Why not become English? It's cool to be a bule."

"Just like that, Mas. I am the one who has already met Indonesia. Its cultural variety is rich, language, food, customs. I am amazed by this country, so it is a great love for Indonesia. The same England as well. Cannot be compared. But I was more comfortable in Indonesia and became an Indonesian. Uh, you know what I mean?"

I laughed again. Funny this is it. Different from any other woman I've ever known. Her carrying resembled my mother, probably because she was both Javanese. Uh yes. Why didn't I just say it? Who knows, we could get closer...

"Yes, Mother. Understand anyway. My mother is also a Jogja deket. Slide a bit, deket Borobudur Temple."

"Yeah.. The Dekets are yes. Both of our Javanese descendants."

Then we talked about something else. My work, the turmoil continued Julie's study, until our residence that turned out to be close together, only different housing complexes but still one subdistrict.

And again, when discussing our age, he was surprised to know I was 28.

"Well, Mom, it's been 28 years? I think I'm still in my 25s" he said, looking at me.

I became groggy. As much as I could, I relaxed and laughed.

"Many say that. Not really looking, is it? Is this possible because I am diligent in participating in facial treatments with Mom time huh?"

It was her turn to laugh. It was so crisp it sounded in my ear. I liked. Ah, anyways I'm why the hell. This time I was able to play in front of women. I usually just like this when I'm with my mom. With my girlfriends? Stiff, cold, flat, ordinary...

"Our age is far away. I'm only 22, Mas Keanu is 28. Mas Keanu's experience must have been more."

I smile. So young she is. I just graduated from S1. But when invited to chat, he can connect with adult talk like this. I liked.

I like you, Julie. Of course I speak so only inwardly.

"What experience was it? When it comes to further study and the world of work, obviously I have experience. When it comes to love and life experiences, not yet. My life is that. Nothing interesting."

What the hell am I? Why is it about love?

"Mas Keanu doesn't have that girlfriend?"

I'm nodding.

"Ah, time?"

Tuh, right. He doesn't believe. It's hard to be a handsome guy. I have a girlfriend, playboy. No boyfriend, no one believes. Thought I was lying to trap the women into my trap of being the umpteenth boyfriend.

"Really, not. But the reverse, a lot. Hehehe."

Well, leachability. Oh, why is he laughing?

I love hearing your laugh, Julie. Again I only dare to hide.

Without feeling it, we arrived at the place we were headed. Julie thanked me as she reached into her bag, not knowing what she was looking for. I hurried to tell her my intention to go with her. Going home, there is no other job. I don't know why, I still want to be with him.

"Hmm, Jul. Can I come with you inside?"

He looked at me in wonder. Naturally, new also know, have asked to come along. You're this fucking me.

"Would you like to come? Long time I was here. Malem sampe. Keanu gapapa? What's that no activity?"

"Look down Jul. I am really free today. Confused where he was going. Like again anterin you gini mending I go along. At home I also play games or sleep."

"Yes already if Mas Keanu maksa mah. I'm delicious, hehehe."

"It could be you, Jul. Yuk." yuk."

We got out of my car and walked into the vintage building in front of us. Apparently this is a workshop owned by Katie, Julie's sister. He had told me about his sister and the new world that was occupied by Katie after slamming the steering wheel of a psychology lecture.

Julie openly told me everything along the way. His light, bright personality and the way it is makes me love him more, and want to stay with him more and more. I opened my phone, and I told my mom,

[Mom, I came home late. Fighting for the future, hehe. Doain me yes, Mom.]

I hope you understand what I mean. So far he is the most restless, almost three-headed, why I still have not shown the desire to get married.

Who knows this is my soul mate, Mom. My little heart whispered.