HUSBAND OF ANOTHER NATURE
part_97

Bismillah

HUSBAND OF ANOTHER NATURE

#part_97

#by: R.D.Lestari.

"Why did you get into my room without seeing me?"

I saw Mr. Gio's eyes turn sharp. His forehead frowned and his eyebrows fused together. It was as if there was something she was hiding from me. I really wonder who exactly is this man I love?

He was very mysterious, I'm sure what he said was not a joke. I feel it, when together with Mr. Ghost has the same feeling as when with Mr. Gio.

"I'm .. I'm no ordinary person. I'm a descendant of the jinn from Uwentira,"

Degh's!

Like being thrown from the twentieth floor and falling down at the bottom, my body felt like it was crumbling instantly.

"U-Uwentira? means the same as, Bima?" muttered.

" Yes, right. We are one village, and Bima is the superior of James, my brother,"

"Akh, I have to get into class, now. Before you're too late," I unscrewed the crib and inched back.

"Sri, what's wrong? I'm having a hard time reading your mind. It's too complicated, your mind is foggy," Mr. Gio played his finger on my forehead, removed the naughty hairs and slipped them behind my ears.

I struggled and tried to control my feelings. Forcing these lips to smile even though I don't want to.

"I have to go back to class, sir. You can be late too" I remember.

"Yes, you're right. I have to teach. But what about our relationship? are we dating or getting married?"

"What's? married?"

My mouth was locked tightly. Suddenly Grandma's words rang in my mind.

Who are the Uwentira people, what are their habits, restrictions that can make crazy and rules if you have to stay there and can not go home. If he is married to Mr Gio, mean he must go to nature and live there like his best friend, Indri?

"Hiii, I don't want to" my mind shuddered in horror.

"Sri.a...,"

I turned down his hand that was about to touch my shoulder. Honestly, I was shocked and confused. Just now I can forgive him, but other facts make me squeamish.

Uwentira, the magical city that Grandma always told me about, a city with a million beauties, gold with accents and super luxurious interiors. The skyscrapers and all the gold and diamond-studded stuff.

The occult city also took Indri, our friend who until now did not know the news.

Metropolitan cities similar to Las Vegas and Italy are also Turkish. It's amazing with super luxury vehicles, and even more astounding the wheels of the vehicle don't touch aka float!

There is horror tucked from Grandma's stories that make my hair goosebumps because of it. Where the inhabitants of Uwentira deliberately entered the human world just to find a wife and take them forever without being able to return to the world.

"Sri, I can explain all your questions. Everyone, until you don't have time to hesitate a little bit on me,"

"I'm not a monster, Sri. I'm just like you, just different dimensions, believe me, Sri...,"

I stared at the hard line on his face. I'm unmoving. The gaze of the eyes full of mystery and attractiveness made my heart waver.

I was covered in a fog of confusion. The fog of doubt and also the love is immense.

However, this fact made it difficult for me to survive. Shake, lost direction, no footing.

"A-I need some time to digest all this. I know it's real, but what I'm really hoping for is this fact I should know when it's all starting to get in. This love, this feeling is too deep, but this reality is also devastating to me,"

"Sri..," he called my name softly. I still don't budge. I'm shock. Losing that scholarship alone has hit me so much, let alone having to marry another worldly being? not a bit of it ever occurred to me.

I always hated the behavior of Indri who was willing to leave his parents for the sake of his love for Bima. Condemning her who could easily fall in love just because of looks, blinding her from all reality in plain sight.

Now I feel everything Indri feels, the love that pierces my heart. Shortness if he is injured and restless when he is far away. The beautiful taste and the new romance I feel.

"Hmmh," I moaned loudly. I'm gonna step foot in, but I'm not going to class. I choose to go home. I can't see Mr. Gio's face. He was too perfect behind the secrets he kept.

Walking among the lush trees accompanied by the rustling of leaves and wind that blows slowly spoil my body and hair.

Don't ask me how my heart is right now. Crushed, smashed and crushed.

Clear fluid drips in the corner of the eye, rolling until it falls into the cheek. Walking under a tree with a raindrop adds shahdu to the atmosphere.

Derrrt-derrt-derr!

The flat thing in my pocket vibrates. I rogoh and see the name of someone who called on the other end.

The tep!

I turned off the phone and kept going. Gio repeatedly called. Ah, I don't know. I just want to ease the turmoil of the soul that is now sweeping.

At home, Hans was talking to Grandma in the living room. They were staring at me. Hans immediately stood up and walked up to me, his smile cracking made me feel comforted.

"Sri, how come home? you sick?" tanyakanya.

I shook my head slowly. He looked at me worriedly. As if knowing something was stirring my heart, Hans pulled my hand.

"Grandmother, Hans took Sri for a short walk,"

"Yes, Hans. Careful," Grandma said.

Hans led me to the terrace. There is already parked onthel legendary bicycle owned by his grandfather who is still very well maintained.

"Come, we're reminiscing about our past. You must have missed those days," Hans patted the bicycle bonnet.

I nodded quickly and sat on Hans's sidewalk.

"Beautiful grip, fall down later," Hans pulled my hand and raised it at the waist. I followed suit and slowly a smile began to fall out.

Bicycles started to run slowly, splitting the road that many vehicles pass. Under the scorching sun that stung the skin, and the gentle breeze, my heart slowly began to heal. I drifted further into the atmosphere as if to dig back into the happy memories of school with Hans.

"The situation has changed a lot, yes, Sri. It's not as beautiful as it used to be" exclaimed Hans between the paddles of his feet.

"Heem," I cleared my throat.

"But something never changes. You're still pretty and prettier than you used to be,"

"Hans, don't start. I don't want to joke" I replied. I ducked. When I was with Hans, my mind wandered far away. It's about Mr. Gio.

"What's the matter, Sri? I see you're so moody. What's still with the topic of broken heart yesterday?"

I didn't answer, my longing deepened for her. Huh, I hate my feelings like this. Too bucin.

"Sri," Hans stopped his bike. He tilted his body and looked at me deeply.

"For today, please, forget him. I promise I'll make you laugh and let go of all the lara, you believe me, right?" Hans patted slowly and I nodded.

Hans returned to pedaling his bike until he took me somewhere.

"Hans .. Oh my goodness...,"

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