DEVANYE. STILL LOVING YOU
part 179's

Nanda was still asleep, her face was not as pale as it was when I carried her to the bed. I waited for him to wake up, the corner of his injured lip I had smeared with ointment.

Guilt is clearly in my heart. All these years I've known her, she's exactly like Carnations. Strong and independent, the difference is Anye is a bar-bar girl while Nanda is a calm girl.

"Sorry, Nan. Sorry!" I don't know how many times I've said sorry to her. But even millions, will Nanda forgive my mistakes?

"Eugh..." Nanda moaned, he moved his hand rubbing his head. Stared at. Then immediately got up and retreated until his back hit the head of the bed.

"Maan!" I approached her, reflexively raising my hand to touch her forehead, then stopping as she raised her hand into the air. Throwing my hand.

"I'm sorry, Nan. I was on the drugs last night!" trying to explain. But instead Nanda got up from the bed and picked up her black span skirt that I had folded on the bed, put it on and then stood up. The blanket wrapped around his body just fell on the floor. His shirt is broken, there is a tear in the buttonhole area.

Without saying much he stepped up to take his bag and shoes.

"Where are you going?" I approached, but he quickly moved away. "Eat first, I'll take you home!"

"No need!" said cold. Then I pulled out my hand that was blocking his way.

"Nan! Nanda!!" my yelling. He did not listen, instead trying to walk as fast as possible even though his steps seemed a little limped. I read the medicine on the nightstand, then glanced at the red stains on the mattress.

This is not true! I'm an asshole, don't let me be more of a jerk by letting him go home alone! Even though he refused, I don't care!

"Double!" I screamed after him, he was walking faster. Avoiding me.

"Please. Can we talk?" I caught his hand. He stopped and looked at me sharply.

"Nothing needs to be said! You fuck, you son of a bitch!!" yelling and pushing my chest with both hands. Her tears are flowing again. His eyes filled with an aura of anger.

"Yes Nanda, I'm a jerk!!Whatever you want to say. In fact, I'm already a jerk in your eyes. Please, let me bear my mistake. Let me take responsibility for you!" I got emotional and yelled at him. Frustrated, as it turns out Nanda is a stubborn girl!

"What kind of responsibility? Still can't get me back to my original state!" his yell. Then leave me back. I caught up with him but he ran out the gate and into the taxi he just stopped.

Damnit damnit! How could there happen to be a taxi passing by, like a scene in a soap opera alone!

Back to running inside, heading to where my car is. I need to find Nanda. I have to follow him to his house.

It's not hard to find where Nanda's house is, I've been here a few times when I was Anye's nanny. The house looks empty. Maybe because his father was at work.

I hit the doorbell a few times, but there was no answer. I saw from the glass of his house in there deserted. Could it be that Nanda is not here? Where's everybody? Her stepmother is also not there!

"Bag!!" shouted someone from outside the fence. I looked over, the next door neighbor of Nanda's house.

"It's only if you find the person, there won't be!" it's exciting from there.

"Where are they, ma'am?" my question is approaching him. He scanned me from top to bottom.

"This is Nanda? Her boyfriend?" kepo tanyanya.

"No! I'm Carnation's brother!"

"Oh, that ferocious carnation huh?" even others know that Anye is fierce. Basic, she's a woman who can't keep an attitude!

"Where are they?"

"Who?" bewildered.

"Double!"

"Eh yes, so forget because you are fascinated to see the mas!" patting forehead. "Don't you know that this house was confiscated? There's a board!" point it at the wooden board in front of the fence. I glanced in that direction. Why didn't I see him just now?

"What's wrong?" I really don't know, and Anye never told me either.

"That's why, Nanda's stepmother, was in debt with a loan shark. Do not know how much, until the house has to be mortgaged. Yes, yes, mas. This house, the house built by his father Nanda, a gift for his late mother Nanda! And now I don't know where his stepmother is, and his son doesn't know where his mother is either! He said the kayak that swallowed the earth!" the story without being asked by me.

"When was this house confiscated?" my many.

"There's only been two weeks, ma'am!"

"Do you know who gave you the loan?" my question is, he shook his head.

"Do you know where Nanda and her father are now?"

"Don't know, they've already left. No parting at all, but at that time someone saw that they went out at night carrying a suitcase. He said Nanda also had a wound on his forehead, crying his father's way forward. When asked, he said he just wanted to look at his sodas! But tomorrow morning there is a board. When I ask the same people who put it he said yes..so, confiscated!" he took a deep breath and half gasped after telling a long story.

That scar? There was indeed a scar on his forehead, just above his right eyebrow. How dare they hurt Nanda!

Unknowingly I clenched a fist in my hand.

"Yes already, mom. Thanks for the info!" He nodded then returned with his job of watering the plants.

Is this also the reason he works part-time at a cafe?

I took my phone and dialed the number, just Tutt's voice.. Tutt is heard. Goody! He must be so angry right now! Where are you, Nanda!

I'm looking for another name there and dialing it.

"Please track where this guy is." I closed my call and sent him a message with Nanda's number.

It wasn't until five minutes that I got a reply, Nanda was somewhere. Immediately I drove my car and headed to his place. Pretty far from his house, almost fifteen minutes by car, and again I had to walk into a narrow alley to get there. Darkened. Odors. It's filthy!

The shabby rented building in front of me. The door is lined up to the front, right and left. In front of him were many items, large buckets to be exact. And also clothes on it. A wide range of clothes including underwear. And also in front of the other door. Depends on the circle with baby clothes.

Some small children are playing with their neighbors, playing rubber that is intertwined in such a way as to extend, to extend, play it in a way swiveled by two people at each end while in the middle a little girl jumps it.

On the other hand there are toddlers who are playing water in the bucket, until underneath it becomes muddy, they laugh with excitement while jumping until the water splashes in the other direction, while on the terrace not far from there, maybe the toddler's mother, they were chatting while occasionally glancing at her children.

"Sorry, mom. Excuse me!" instantly they fell silent as I approached her. Scanning from top to bottom, several others whispered to each other in the back. Samar sounds one of them calling me bule.

"Is there a resident named Nanda here?" my many.

"Dutch?" think a little, then look at the others.

"It looks like the new one! The one at the end of there near the bathroom!" whispered another.

"That's just staying with the father, isn't it, mas? His father who sells rice is the same fried? The malem also sells sweet martabak, right?" ask the others to me.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Oh that's mas. Room number eighteen. End there noh, mas! The door is two rooms before the bathroom!" point it in the distance.

"His mother wants me to drop off?" another one offered himself.

I smiled, she also smiled shyly, her cheeks red.

"No, ma'am, let me go there myself. Thanks for the info!" I was about to step up, but then stopped when he asked again.

"His head, who's Nanda?"

"I'm her future husband!"

"Oh, kirain.." he did not continue his words, looking disappointed whereas the others laughed in a mocking tone, pushing his shoulders.

"Is there anything else?" my many.

"No ad, mas. Please if you want to meet the candidate. But inget ya mas, here do not mess! Later if in grebek hasip, can be married directly loh!" his sweat.

It's also good that like that, Nanda can no longer dodge with me anymore right?!

"It's also good if it's like that. The sooner you get married, the better, right?" I said then left those who gawked. Samar I heard someone say.

"Bule kayak style, good makeup, but empty wallet, want a free marriage through hansip!" the lips of a young mother.

It's good that I want a free wedding. Should I show them how much cash I carry in my wallet?

Ahhhh... Nevermind!