HATE TO LOVE
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Anisa POV

I know I can't be jealous of what I've seen, I've also never forgotten that we've agreed on it.

But why does it feel like my heart still cannot be agreed to accept all this, especially when I know that Mas Bimo's lover is Viona, a famous model and artist who seems like the entire population in this country also recognizes her beauty, even including me is also one of them, I admit she is very beautiful, her body is sexy, she is very beautiful, what does it mean when compared to me who is right he said that I was just a shabby girl.

The only thing that makes Anisa luckier when compared to Viona, it is only because of her status as Bimo's legal wife despite being hidden, while Viona is only her lover.

Eh, but what status as Bimo's wife can be said as luck to me? Just a fake marriage, where maybe I could have a marriage book with her, but maybe I could never have her heart filled with that beautiful lover.

I turned my bike to my favorite place, where else if not the flea market, only that used and antique selling place can usually always make my heart feel calm when my mind is in a mess like this.

I could spend all day there, it was heaven for my eyes and heart.

I parked my favorite motorcycle in the not-so-large parking area. This place really can't be said to be a market, though, because the sellers of used and antique goods are along the road containing stalls of people who want to sell or barter ranging from low quality goods to high quality goods at low prices there, it's just that usually most of the used items that are there, if you are lucky, I have also gotten antiques that are difficult to find, too, and that feels more than getting the lottery.

My eyes kept on 'appliances' looking at things that really caught my attention, though, it is difficult for these eyes to avoid all the goods that are rented in the shops of the sellers on the quos and on the sidewalk of the road.

Sometimes I also stop my steps to see things that make me curious and want to see it closer.

But I suddenly flinched as a hand patted me on the shoulder from behind.

"Ana!" Calling him, made my heart suddenly melt hearing his voice that was still stored in my memory.

Hesitatingly I turned my body to the source of the voice, sure enough, it turned out that he was Alan, the man who first made me flower when he introduced love, at the same time first taught me what it's like to be hurt by being betrayed.

Apparently he also still often visited this place as before, my mind so drifted to some time ago when we were still dating, we were very happy to spend time together in this time.

"Eh, hi!" I said it a little stiff, because I really wanted to get out of there and not want to have any further conversations with her, but when I came back I thought again, if I avoided it, if I avoided it, it's the same as showing him that I still haven't moved on from him.

Okay, looks like I just have to act normal, and show her that I'm okay without her.

"For so long, how are you?" Alan asked, not sounding like a stale enough base in my ears.

Why in asking me how I am, is he talking about how my life is after he has been hurt and betrayed?

"Well, always good as always, how about you, where's Luna?" ask me sok cuek.

"Hmmh, I thought you guys were married." I chanted in a flat tone as well.

"Hey, he and I have not been in a relationship since that day, he and I have seen each other again" Alan said, and I just nodded my head without commenting, and I was also confused, I felt like there was nothing in the story that I should comment on.

"Nisa, I'm sorry for what happened back then, I really feel guilty." she said.

"Ah, it's been a long time, I've forgotten everything anyway." my dear.

I really don't want to bring up all about that story that I always thought of as my nightmare, lucky now that I've woken up and freed myself from that nightmare.

Alan seemed to understand enough that if I didn't want to talk about it, then he quickly switched the conversation to a topiclain.

Apparently he is still being obedient and sensitive with the look on my face that seems reluctant to discuss the past.

"What's your busy life right now?" Alan tried to discuss something else.

"I'm currently unemployed, but I just finished designing the apartment this week" I replied proudly.

Indeed I am very proud of my first job, even though the one that gave the job was my own husband, but I did it professionally.

"Waw, that's great! Actually I also want to design my office, do you want to do it for me?" Praise Alan who at the end of his sentence even offered me a job, while thrusting a piece of his business card at me.

"Emhh, it's been a success apparently, already have his own office," My temptation while reading the business card that Alan put on me.

"How, do you want to design my office? Later I send the design I want to your email, oh yes, your email is still a long time, right?" Alan again questioned my ability.

"Send it, later if I can do it, I will." I said stale because it's not nice if I have to reject it immediately, maybe later I will find a reason to refuse it after he sent me the design.

I turned it down on the grounds that I couldn't do this and that, well, right?

"I'm sure you can do it, but I'm not sure if I can afford you!" alan teased me, all I answered with a smile.

Not feeling the sun was no longer visible, the sky had started to blacken, I immediately say goodbye to Alan to go home, I even forgot if I had to prepare dinner for Bimo mas.

Yes, no matter how she is still my husband, it has become my duty as a wife, to serve her needs, at least that's what my mother taught me.