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70. Usman

Madya lowered her head trying not to be caught by the eyes of her future husband and future ex-husband. In his previous life, he knew Usman who was 1 year younger than him when he graduated from college and had worked.

In this age they meet before their time.

I was supposed to be in Daniel's science race for tomorrow. Relax, Madya, just pretend not to see and do not need to meet. We don't know him at this time. No need to worry. (Madyyas).

The change in Madya's expression did not escape the eyes of her new boyfriend, Raihan. Those who have been dating for 2 weeks since the first day of debating practice have understood each other better.

Raihan has learned of Madya's expression. Although the girl is good at acting, Raihan has been able to distinguish the expression of the heart with his acting. For some circumstances, his body movements were very honest. For example, when he is broke or has no money, Raihan will be able to guess with just one look.

"Why, Mad?"

Madya. However, there was no way he could not explain why he suddenly fell silent. "I-i ...."

"You're laper?"

It sounded like water from his stomach. Or the intestine coiled and squeaked so that it was caught by the ear.

Thankfully I am also a laper. My stomach is really helping me get out of that monster. (Madyyas).

"Yes, I'm a laper. We're looking for yuk's food!" bring Madya.

Madya and Raihan broke away from the group whose walking direction they also moved away from Usman. Madya was a little relieved to arrive at the canteen whose queue snaked.

Raihan looked at Madya's pale face and took her hand to a bench next to the building.

"You're sitting here rather than fainting, lifting heavy. I'm just gonna dig it out."

If treated sweetly by Raihan usually Madya's eyes will instantly turn into a heart emblem like the Outstagram filter in the 2020s, this time she just nodded. His heart was still unceasingly pounding.

Raihan moved away then placed himself at the very back of the queue. It's lunch time. Inevitably the faces that had been blushing cheerfully were now pale like vampires.

Madya set her breath while assuring herself that she would not meet her ex-husband in the younger version. He looked at the neatly arranged grey tiles under the boot until a toe wrapped in sneakers was near his feet.

Not Raihan's shoes. (Madyyas).

Slowly, Madya raised her face. Usman now stands in front of Madya carrying several boxes of snacks that read 'goodbye'.

"You're the debate team from Pioneer High School, right? When I took the snack, the nitip committee, said you forgot to take the snack."

Madya was fixated on seeing that face, the face she had avoided in this age that had instead met much earlier than she should have.

Madya's tears can't be dammed. It hurts to see this face.

"Why, Ma'am? How crying? The mama is sad again, isn't she? Sorry about that."

There was no reply from the girl while her tears kept coming out without her being able to control. Usman placed the food box near Madya then reached out to shake Madya.

"I'm Usman. If you don't have a theme for the story, it's the same story as me" he said as he looked at Madya's left right who didn't seem to have any friends around.

"I-i ... Madhya."

Usman sat down near Madya. The girl pulled him so strong as a magnet for him. At first glance, the younger version of Usman has fallen for Madya.

Like a favorite song that comes out of any year, whenever it is listened to, we will always fall in love. Like a favorite book that even though it has been obsolete, rereading it at any time will not make it disappear from the favorite list.

So too with love. Undeniably, Madya is her type. Whenever he met, this girl still ranks first in his heart even though in the future he is interested in other women.

Connect ....

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Not wanting to marry a man she doesn't love, Daisy escapes on the day of her wedding. However, since Daisy's future husband is a powerful person, they are able to discover Daisy's whereabouts.

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