HUSBAND OF ANOTHER NATURE
part_92

Bismillah

          HUSBAND OF ANOTHER NATURE

#part_92

#by: R.D.

   I gasped for the sweet truth in front of me. The fact that might be the first step to my relationship with Mr. Gio, my handsome lecturer. However, I soon realized that the impossible would never happen. Even if I tease him half-empty, he will definitely stick to his stance. I was his student and abstained for him to date a student because it ruined his career. He said it over and over again to make it clear that there would never be any love between us, and it was fortunate that the realization came before I finally loved him more deeply.

   I looked at Rena guiltily. Yeah, all this time my mind was dirty on him. The final bad prejudice shattered our many years of friendship. I should have believed in Rena, Rena would never betray.

  " Em, yes, I'm sorry, Rena. But ...," laboriously the sentence finally came out of my red lips . My eyes were hot, wanting to embrace Rena tightly and speak directly to her ears, but suddenly...

    Derrrt-derrt-derr!

    My phone's shaking. A name was written there. I was stunned and stood up.

    "Sri..," Rena looked at me in surprise. Maybe he's never seen his best friend this happy before.

    "Rena, I'm sorry, I have to leave right now!" I immediately turned around without heeding James' and Gio's astonished gaze.

    "Sri!" I heard Mr. Dosen call my name, but I didn't bully him. I ran in such a hurry as hunting down time.

    I don't want to be late for a second, someone is waiting for me, someone who has been away a long time has returned.

     My feet felt numb and my tongue felt faint when I saw the figure who was now talking to Grandma inside the house. I stepped slowly, in disbelief and my chest was pounding. It trembled a little when I saw the back that I had missed so much for so many years.

   "That's it, Sri has come home" Grandma pointed at me.

   That person with his crisp smile turned his face away and it was like there was a chunk of stone pressing against my chest.

    That face, that smile, wistful, handsome, white, kind. Akh, I feel like hugging that figure right now, but I'm sure Grandma will be in shock and might faint to see her grandson like a wild animal pouncing on prey.

  The figure stood firmly, staring with its sparkling beautiful eyes. A thin smile that frames the face.

   "Sri, you look amazingly beautiful,"

   "Grandmother, I didn't expect Sri to be this beautiful right now," the man turned to Grandma and of course Grandma's smile grew even more.

   "Yes, it looks like she's in love, Hans. You have to try hard to get her heart back. You've been gone too long,"

   "Hopefully there is still hope for me to be with him," he looked back at me who was silent.

   "Hey, tomboy girl. Am I too scary for you? you don't miss me, huh?" He stretched out his hand to welcome a hug from me.

   My face is flushed. The clear thread spilled as my powerless body stemmed the longing that was blowing. Until now I still feel disbelief that the figure is again present in our midst. I think nine years ago was the last day I saw her, my first love, Hans Aditya.

   "Grandmother to the room first," Granny painstakingly got up and headed for her room.

Grandma was very understanding to give time to me and Hans to immediately let go of the longing.

  "Hey, tomboy. We're so fascinated by your best friend?"

  " Herse!" I slammed into his arms. To this day my race is still the same. It vibrates when my skin touches his body. And until now he did not know if I had more than a friend.

   "Hans," I groaned tears.

   "You're coming, Hans. After a long time we parted," sobbed and helpless. That's how I feel right now.

    "Hans, nine years without meeting. I thought I'd never see you again," as I pleased, until my voice felt stuck in my esophagus.

    "I just have a fortune at this time, Sri. You know how hard I used to be until my parents had to take me away to change my fate,"

    Hans grabbed me and pulled my hand. Take me to sit next to him.

   "Sri, what happened to you until you were swept away while I was gone? I've never seen you this dramatic" Hans framed my face and looked me in the eye. The chocolate bead of the marble tub saw me shady.

   "Many Hans. Time has turned me into a fragile and disoriented girl," now I don't know what makes me this stragic, whether because of Hans' loss or because of Mr. Gio's rejection.

   "Already, Sri. Now there's me, and I'll wipe away your sorrow" Hans's fingers rubbing gently the tears that still bathe my cheeks and my eyes. Calmness soon reached the recesses of my heart. Just a small swipe but able to eliminate my barrel.

    "You've eaten, Sri. I was hungry, but I wanted to eat outside. Let's get some food, yok. Missed eating with Chicken Noodles as much as you," Hans forcibly withdrew my hand without waiting for my approval.

     Using my bike, we went to find Chicken Noodles that were interesting to him. During the journey my hands were endlessly hugging her body. We are used to this from teenagers. Hans who always drove and picked me up when school on his bike onthel had his grandfather.

   That beautiful friendship turned out to give rise to the seeds of romance in my heart. Hans, from a very gentle, loyal friend and also a sweet, soul-stirring man. At that time I was only able to harbor feelings without being able to speak from the bottom of my heart.

   And Mr Gio? after all my years of loneliness and rejection of the love that came, Mr. Gio came to bring a new sense to me. The taste I never dreamed of would re-shape and wither in a moment. His rejection and sternness made me crumble.

    Akh, I don't want to think about that haughty man. Could he reject me?

   "Sri, there's a Chicken Noodle shop. We'll stop by, okay?"

    Hans pulled the bike over and grabbed my hand to go with him. Ah, Hans is still the same as before, he knows how to flatter a fragile woman like me .

   After ordering two bowls of noodles with meatballs on top of it, Hans took me to sit in the corner. We sat face to face, and Hans was so intensely staring at me.

   "Sri ...," he said.

   "Yes, Hans,"

   "I don't know what happened to you, which I know you grew up to be a very beautiful and sweet girl. Very different from what you used to be, black and dirty," he boasted a knotty smile as if he was mocking me.

   "Yes, it's because you always pick me up on your grandfather's onthel legendary bike" I chuckled in remembrance of the romance.

   "Yes, at that time the sun was very stinging on your skin that transformed into this beautiful," he was amazed to see my appearance.

  "Yes, but it's a beautiful memory for me," this time I'm reviewing the smile as sweet as possible, hiding the bitter in my heart. I can't deny that handsome face always ringing in my mind. I cursed myself, why have such a big taste?

   "You're heartbroken, Sri?" ask him.

   "Yes, I just got heartbroken" I said honestly.

   "Break heart a second time," I continued.

    "Both times? first time with who?" Hans looked at me sharply as if he wanted to know more.

   "You, Hans," my chest rumbled, I couldn't deny it was so hard for me to be honest with him.

   "Me?"

   Suddenly silence pounced on us both. Trapped in taste and memories. Me and him, Hans Aditya.

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