(NON) PRETEND HUSBAND
Someone from the Past

"Mas Kian, right?"

Turning his head, the woman was already standing next to his chair. He nodded nervously.

"It's just like me, isn't it?" continue the girl again.

Shaking as an answer.

"I'm Sister Narsih's daughter, who used to take care of Mas Kian's grandmother!"

I was growing incredulous. Aye! It is as good as ever knowing him. The late Grandma Sofia was treated intensively by nurses who lived not far from home. And this woman often drove Sister Narsih to Kian's house.

"Anything now?"

Kian nodded. "I'm sorry, yes" he said, feeling guilty. How can you forget the people who have done so much in the past.

"I'm Zoya. Looks like Mas Kian just found out about my name too."

Smiling clumsy. "Yes, sorry, Zoya!"

The woman named Zoya smiled, then inching to sit in the chair next to Kian. "I've only been accepted for a job here this week. Looks like we'll meet up a lot after this!" clearly Zoya with her leisure. There was a dimple basin on his cheek as he smiled.

"What part are you on?"

"I'm reporter. Is it by itself?"

"I'm campers!"

"Ooh," said Zoya, she glanced at the food box in front of Kian.

Kian who realized that Zoya was watching her food box that was still intact suddenly shifted the box to her.

"Eat, I'm still full!"

"Eh, but Mas Kian hasn't had lunch yet?!"

"It's okay. I'm not hungry yet. Eat, the break is over soon."

"Where do you live now?" ask Zoya between her food.

"On the deck here. So if I'm hungry, I'll just go home."

"Oh yes, waaah. But in this area the house is expensive! Great ih Mas Kian can buy a house in the middle of the city gini!"

Kian smiled wryly. If not for marrying Ann, maybe Kian still lives in a rented house in the suburbs that are far from everywhere.

"How is Sister Narsih? He's still healthy, right?" ask Kian curiously. The last time he met the nun was at Grandma Sofia's funeral.

"Mama is healthy, still busy with her activities as a nurse call. Is she married?" Zoya notices a circular silver ring on Kian's ring finger.

"Ah, yes. Just got married a few weeks ago." He hid his hands with a cake.

"Well, still newlyweds dong!" zoya chuckles.

He smiled wryly. There is no difference between newlyweds and old brides, for Kian, it is just status on paper.

"I'm a widow, haha ..."

Kian stunned. "Not the last time we met, you're still a thesis. When did she marry him?"

"Suddenly, Mia Kian! Marry because I filled it first, so that's it, after the new marriage was discovered! And don't take long I immediately filed for divorce. Rather than mentally assaulting me and making me hate my baby, so mending I throw him into the sea!" Zoya gave a crisp laugh as she told her problem.

"My son is big now, next month he's two years old. Mama helped me take care of him," continued Zoya.

"Sorry Zoya, I'm so sad to hear your story."

"Aaah, just relax, Mas Kian! I also have a rich story because I feel close to Mas Kian." Zoya devours the last feed of her food and gulps down the mineral water that Kian thrusts.

"When there's time, play around! Mama must have met Mas Kian!"

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