Duda But Perjaka
[Season 2] Cold but Interesting

Bryan got out of the car with a feeling that could not be expressed in words. But can't do anything. Wanna mad? Who is he? Of jealousy? What right does he have? Pissed off? It's no use.

He immediately took the Dewi car which turned out to have been repaired. After completing the payment, he immediately drove the car to his master.

Bryan waited in the parking lot, leaning on Dewi's car while wiping his arms that still felt pained. He deliberately did not approach the woman for fear of interfering with her work.

"Crazy, Chaca small cayenne pepper. But I'm darling. Why should it belong to the people anyway, Cha," murmured Bryan lamenting his fate.

Not long after, Dewi came out with his colleagues who worked on the morning shift. He plans to take a taxi. His gaze was not straight ahead, but rather walking while joking with his friends.

Even the Goddess passed Bryan just like that, so fun to talk with his friends. Bryan closed his eyes.

"Hey! You!" bryan's cry stopped the steps of some of the girls who were going through it.

They looked at each other, until the Goddess realized it. The woman then said goodbye to her friends. The car was already repaired.

The goddess approached her car, rubbing it gently. It turned out to be smooth as ever. Her smile began to waver, Dewi approached Bryan shaking his hand.

Because of her satisfaction, Dewi squeezed Bryan's palm and tossed his arm repeatedly. So that made Bryan grimace in pain.

"Lho, why, Mas? Did I hurt you?" ask the Goddess to panic.

"Anterin I'm home!" Without answering, bryan chimed in with the command line.

The goddess rushed into the car. He sat his body in the passenger seat. Bryan was unmoved, still standing in his place. The goddess opened the car window.

"Come, Mas. Malem hunt!" the Goddess tilted her head.

"You drive," he said coldly.

"God. By the way dong from earlier!" the Goddess got down again from the car.

His hand stalling up to Bryan, "Where's the key," he asked.

Bryan took it with his left hand. Already twisted, squeezed plus in swingin anyway. Remuklah.

"Noura Apartment." Bryan immediately mentioned it without a stale ado.

The goddess herself was angry because of it. He continued to grumble, because the man did not heed every question. But directly chimed in with another discussion.

'Oh, there are guys like gini. Irit very talk, emang he thought I'm what driver!' grouse Goddess in heart while running her car.

Along the way, they kept quiet. Only the roar of the car engine dominated. The goddess did not want to open her voice because she was lazy to be ignored. Bryan continued to look out the window.

But over time, the Goddess did not feel at home either. He tried to melt the silent atmosphere earlier. Accustomed to friendly and talkative, making his lips itchy to move.

"Mas, thank you. Sorry this morning I had an emotion," said Dewi gently still focused on driving.

"Hem." Only Deheman was heard in the ears of the Goddess.

He took a deep breath, 'Sabar Dew, aren't you used to facing all kinds of guests?' he said in his heart.

"As a thank you, I'll buy you a meal, ma'am. I washed the jacket first yes," bargained Goddess.

Bryan did not answer anything, the woman considered her silence as an answer 'yes' to the offer. Dewi stopped her car right in front of the restaurant.

Both come down at the same time. Bryan stepped in followed by the Goddess who tried to equalize his steps. They sit in empty seats. Then mention the order when the waiter approaches him.

"Known, I'm the Goddess. We haven't had a chance to meet up. Who do I call him?" asked the Goddess to put her hand out.

Bryan was silent and did not return the woman's hand. He hid his hands. While trying to raise it, he felt the weight on his right arm. He also thought about how he would eat.

The goddess looked disappointed, she lowered her hand back. Before long, their order came. Without a word the Goddess immediately devoured the food before him.

'It's like it should be this massage, ' said Bryan.

The goddess who unintentionally glanced at the man before her was feeding food with her left hand, making her hurriedly finish her food.

Afterwards, Dewi takes over Bryan's plate. He immediately greeted the man. Bryan did not refuse, because the longer the pain felt. He took a bite out of the girl's hand.

"Thank you" said Bryan after his meal was gone.

The goddess smiled, "It turns out she can thank you too" he said as he sipped his drink. Bryan did not answer again.

Then they continued their journey to Bryan's apartment. The atmosphere was back silent. Until it was not felt, the car had reached the courtyard of Bryan's apartment. The man prepared to descend, but the voice of the Goddess stopped him.

"You haven't mentioned a name yet" he said with a sweet smile.

"Bryan," he said briefly without turning his head.

Bryan rushed down from the car and stepped in. The goddess watched him until the man's back disappeared from sight.

"Oh, Bryan. Cold but interesting," he murmured with a smile and drove his car home.

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"Honey, we're going home, right?" gandhi asked the woman beside him.

"Mmm .. I can, besides Mommy and Daddy are busy doing all the work.

Gandhi smiled with a grin, of course he always wanted to be alone with his wife. On the way, Chaca enthusiastically recounted his activities while on campus. No exception to his friend, Andin.

"Honey, if you want to hang out the same temen-temen, you can. I will not deny. As long as I know the limits and my permission, of course," Gandhi said, turning his face to his wife.

Chaca turned, touching her husband's cheek. "Darling, I don't need it. In my experience, they only approach when they are happy. Once again, no one wants to help. Don't help, look away reluctantly. And I don't want to fall into the same hole. You want me to get me wrong again like I used to?" it made Gandhi shake quickly.

Recalling Chaca's appearance when she first met plus in a drunken state anyway, made her shudder in horror. He did not want his wife to go back on the wrong path.

"Find a good and sincere friend, dear. Who accepts you for who you are. I just don't want to get married, you feel constrained" Gandhi said, rubbing Chaca's head gently.

"Yes, Honey. Andin seems good. He is hardworking and sincere. His son is also not neko-neko," replied Chaca. Gandhi replied with a nod and a smile.

Before they got home, they went through a garden. Chaca asked to stop there for a moment. Many street vendors sell food. Like cilok, batagor, siomay and many others.

Chaca's eyes sparkled at the various foods. Gandhi pulled his car over. They walked together to link fingers. Chaca almost bought all the food the seller had to offer along that sidewalk.

In addition to his culinary likes, Chaca also feels pity. Moreover, many of these sellers are elderly. Not infrequently he exceeded the money for these sellers. Gandhi was always quick to bring every bag that contained the snack.

"Honey, we're sitting there, yes" exclaimed Chaca pointing to the long chair that was under the shade tree.

Gandhi followed the steps of Chaca who was so excited. He immediately opened one by one the hunt and began to eat it. Perhaps it was because it had not had lunch as well, so its stomach was able to hold a lot of food.

"Dear, will?" tawar Chaca feeds one piece of roof putu. Traditional food made from rice flour contains brown sugar and studded with coconut grater is so appetizing. Especially if you enjoy it while it is warm.

Chaca fed each meal to her husband alternating with her. So that both feel full.

"That's rich Reyhan, Mas" Chaca said, pointing to the boy running around the park.

"It seems yes, dear," Gandhi said after sipping mineral water on the bottle.

"Rayyhan! Here, Son!" peekik Chaca called the boy.

Reyhan's eyes sparkled as his gaze stared at the couple. More precisely because of seeing Gandhi. The boy ran with a funny gesture, approaching the two of them.

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