Bang Ojek I Love You
Disillusioned

"Han ... Don't you go home?" Ilana while driving with one hand.

"Hu-uhmm ... " Hani's voice across sounded lazy.

"Lo's still not feeling well, Han?" ask Ilana.

"Don't know, I've been nauseating for a few days. My head is also dizzy, it's my body lemes really." Complain Hani.

"So, have you seen the doctor yet?"

"Huh?! No, I took the medicine Tesa bought three days ago. Tomorrow will be better too. Why do you ask me at home?You wanna come here, huh?"

"Yes, I'm going there,"

"If so, buy me pickled? To Nyak Niah's stall, you know the place? Deket cafe mulbei where we used to hang out was lohh ... " Han explained enthusiastically.

"Huh, tumben-tumbenan lo pengen asinan, cravings lo ya?" chirps Ilana around.

"Lanaaaaaa ... What is your mouth?!" hani shouted deafening eardrum.

Without warning, Ilana cut off the conversation because she had arrived at Nyak Niah's shop. Hurry out of the car and get in to line up.

Whether what unlucky god was following in his footsteps, as he scanned the entire contents of the stall his gaze was instead imbued with a brown-haired female figure. Janice.

The crack on his chest seemed to stop, a sense of heat radiating his veins. The anger may have gone from his mind. However, a sense of disappointment inevitably made him numb. Janice Dewanti, she's no stranger to Ilana. They were friends from since High School. It was he who introduced Saddam to Ilana. It just so happens that Janice used to work at the same company as that jerk.

Realizing that Janice was stepping towards him, Ilana's reflexes immediately retreated away. He plans to just leave from there, but Janice's call first echoes in his ear.

"Lilana ... "

'Shit!' Umpat Ilana in heart.

A little Janice ran over to Ilana who was squeezing out of the stall.

"There's something we need to talk about, Lana." Janice blushes. His stomach looks swollen. His appearance was completely different to the Janice he knew.

No longer does Janice look glamorous, sexy, and passionate. .

"Gue don't think there's anything more to explain, Sye." Ilana replied with a slight emotion going up, but her mouth still called out to Janice by her beloved name, Asye.

"Lan, please. It's really important, "Janice won't let go of her hand.

"At least, let me die peacefully Lan."

"Gue will never die quietly before explaining all this to Lo" Janice pleaded.

'Ilana, you can't trust a traitor like Asye anymore." His heart spoke.

"Saddam was not a good guy, Lan .. "the hoarse voice of Janice quivered, even his eyes could no longer look at Ilana. His view is straight down.

"Buset, won't you buy it? Otherwise don't go in line donk!" shouted a man in uniform as he glared towards the two of them.

"M—maaf, Mr. .. "sungkan, Ilana finally came out of the queue followed by Janice who continued to try to follow her steps.

"Please, Lana. Please beat me up!"

Ilana looked, her feelings riled up. I don't know how and what steps to take. It was only natural that her trust in Janice disappeared completely after what happened.

"Ten minutes!" With a sour face he replied to Janice, while pointing at the mulberry cafe located not far from there.

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"Lo want to order what Lan?" Janice offered him sincerely.

Janice is very understanding and accepts Ilana's harsh treatment of her. To him, he deserved it.

"Gue and Saddam, never had a special relationship Lan." Open Janice who instantly made Ilana's eyes widen.

"Lo don't mess around, yeah, She! I heard what you two were talking about in my brother's room!" Ilana replied in a high tone until the people around her looked towards the two of them.

"Gue was honest, Lan. I'm not kidding, there are facts you should know about Saddam and Alvanno." said Janice.

"Aalvan?! Why are you carrying her name?!" Ilana almost lost her temper if she did not remember Janice who was pregnant.

"Lan .. please listen to me." Janice grabbed Ilana's hand, "in two days I leave for the Netherlands. I followed my girlfriend. He's willing to take care of my life and my son's,"

"Don't you want to marry that bangs*t guy?" Ilana is still in anger.

"There will never be a marriage between us, Lan."

"Our relationship is nothing more than the relationship of a customer and a service provider,"

"Gue is dengerin elo! Don't go out, to the point!" Sergei Ilana.

"Okay, I'll tell you a story. I hope you believe me Lan. Because actually I do not want to lose a friend like elo Lan .. "Janice's reddened eyes seem no longer able to withstand the pain and tightness in his chest.

Ilana reached out, and gave a tissue to Janice, "Lo don't cry gini, people thought I was doing it again!"

"Thanks," Janice grabbed a tissue and cleaned the melts on her cheeks.

Before long a waiter came to bring strawberry smoothie order Janice. Both of them stopped the conversation.

"Are you okay, Miss?" the waiter with the face of the bule greeted them.

"Yeah, I am. I was just too happy to see my old friend, again. After many years .. " replied Janice, hoping the waiter would leave soon.

Ilana deliberately threw a glance out the cafe window. He was very reluctant to interact with anyone, including with the waiter. The purpose of his arrival to the mulberry cafe this time was no more because he wanted to hear an explanation from Janice. Although he was not sure if only the truth came out of the mouth of the traitor.

"Lan ... s—actually, I'm the one who's planning to do your wedding anyway."

Like being struck by lightning Ilana heard the confession from Janice.

"Sye .. can you repeat those lo words again?"

"Gue who planned to make your marriage together with Saddam, not without reason Lan. I just want to get it out of him,"

"What does Alvanno have to do with this conversation, She?!" Ilana vibrates.

"Actually he's no better than Saddam, too" Janice offered her a cell phone. The screen showed a picture of a six-year-old boy.

The little boy was handsome, his eyes and eyebrows were very similar to Alvanno's. A plain smile shows a row of teeth that are partially toothless.

Ilana's hand shook, she picked up the phone Janice had placed. Closing the screen to his face, his eyes were jealously scanning the photo. His heart suddenly exploded.

He looked at the photo and Janice took turns. His forehead was wrinkled, his head was already filled with thousands of questions. However, his mouth was unable to even utter a single question.

A few minutes passed in silence.

"Who is this little boy?" Ilana asked with full doubt.

" Kayden Al Fahrizi, Alvanno's son."

The cell phone in Ilana's hand slumped down to the table. The fall along with the clear melt that flows through the eye fertilizers.