HUSBAND OF ANOTHER NATURE
season 2 part 98

Bismillah

         HUSBAND OF ANOTHER NATURE

#part_98

#by: R.D.Lestari.

Hans's Pov

    Sulawesi, I finally set foot on Central Sulawesi after years of abandoning it. Luckily my finances are stable now.

   I'm Hans, a boss of the owner of a typical Sulawesi restaurant, the dishes I usually sell at my simple restaurant include Palumara, Uta Dada and Milu flush.

    I am currently on vacation, visiting my Uncle and Aunt. The city where I was born

and growing up teenagers. Unfortunately due to family and financial affairs, I was forced to go to another city with both parents to complain about my fate. Mom and Dad started from a small shop to a fairly large restaurant and had about seven employees.

    The first time I set foot in my homeland, I immediately remembered the tomboy girl who always accompanied my days. The girl with a mature brown skin even seemed dull it had a sweet facial look behind her dark skin. I like to see her lips full and tiny.

    Him, friend. Someone who cried bitterly as I was forced to go to complain of fate to another city.

    Until now, I still have communication even though we have not met for years.

    Drrrt-drrrrt-drrr!

   I called him repeatedly to tell him. Unfortunately, he didn't pick up the phone from me. Until I texted and walked slowly to his house which was only a few houses away from Uncle's house.

    Once at home, I was welcomed by his grandmother who was still healthy and fit. Although I had to wait a long time for Grandma to remember me, I did not feel bored in the least.

    Drap-drap-drap!

    While talking to Grandma, a girl half ran up to us. I glanced at Grandma and she nodded. Yes, I can't believe that the girl in front of me is Sri, my dear little friend.

   The girl was still staring at me. I'm pretty sure he was stunned because he hadn't seen me in a long time. He is so, his body always trembles if it is close to me.

   "Hey, tomboy girl, don't you miss me?" I spread my hand to welcome the embrace of her. He still doesn't budge.

   Grandma looked at me and Sri in turn. He moved and went into the room until now there were only the two of us in a simple room.

   "Hans!" the beautiful girl ran and ran in my arms. He hugged me tightly. There was a strange noise when his body stuck, even though I had considered him my true friend, but why did it feel so?

   "Hans," he groaned in tears.

   "You're coming, Hans. After a long time we parted," sobbed and helpless.

    "Hey, I'll always tell you, baby," I anxiously ruffled her hair.

    "Hans, nine years without meeting. I thought I'd never see you again," he was as excited as he was, until his voice felt stuck in the 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,"

    I grabbed her and pulled the sweet girl's hand closer to my body.

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

   "Many Hans. Time has turned me into a frail, lost-direction girl,"

   "Already, Sri. Now there is me, and I will wipe away your sorrow," my knuckles gently rubbed the tears that still bathed his cheeks and eyes. Calmness soon reached the recesses of my heart. Just a small swipe but being able to eliminate the lights, it wanted me.

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

     He only complied when I took him around looking for my favorite chicken noodles. He was still bowed, as if a burden was pressing on his chest. He repeatedly breathed.

    Inside he doesn't talk much. His finger played on the pipette, sometimes he sipped the cane ice slowly.

  " You're heartbroken, Sri?" ask her. Curiosity has invaded me.

   "Yes, I've just been heartbroken" he said honestly.

   "Break heart for a second time,"

   "You, Hans,"

   "Me?" I gasped at Sri's words just now. Me? why me?

   Suddenly silence pounced on us both. Trapped in taste and memories.

   "Ah, stop. Don't discuss it. That's an old story," he turned my gaze to the cane ice before him, twisting the pipette and sipping the contents slowly.

   "Sri, I'm sorry yes, I never know how you feel, but if I had been honest, maybe we are now ....," I would not have continued. Sri, the sweet black girl who used to thrill my heart. She is beautiful, smart and kind. Honestly, I liked it a long time ago, but unfortunately I was too shy to express such a turbulent taste.

  "Akh, stop it, Hans. Don't remember that anymore, it's an old story and maybe we should've forgotten it" he cut me off.

   "Yes, you're right, Sri. 9 years is not a short time," I smiled bitterly.

   "Come, eat, Sri,"

 ***

   The next day I ventured to take him to college. Like looking at an angel, I was stunned to see his appearance that was fresher and brighter than yesterday. His mood seems to have stabilized.

    He rode in the boncery with agility.  The smell of his body was spoiling my sense of smell. Very interesting my maleness soul.

   On the road we only told about a beautiful adolescence, without touching the slightest afternoon chat that had made me difficult to sleep.

    I pulled the bike over on the side of the road near the gate of the campus. Just coming down, my netraku caught Sri's unusual move. The gleaming black bead stared at the slowly speeding car entering its campus. I turned my face away and caught a glimpse of a handsome and charismatic motorist. Maybe that's the guy who made Sri suck?

    Still with the question that plagued my mind, I faintly saw someone running towards Sri. The girl with a beautiful stature and slender body did not look foreign to me.

    "Hey, Rena. How you doing?"

    Suddenly the girl turned to me who was still sitting on the motorbike and listening to the conversation between Rena and Sri.

    "Hans! oh my God, it's you!" Rena looked at me sumringah.

    "You guys?"

   "Em, um, not Ren! we are still temen," sidela Sri.

    "But, don't know ahead, Ren," I glanced at Sri. He blushed, and I got even more anxious to see him.

    Sri finally pulled Rena's hand away. I nodded and bade home with a warm heart and swished excitedly.

   I honestly admit that feeling came back and brought a million good memories with him. Moreover, her change of attitude and mannerisms and beauty were shining perfectly in my eyes. He succeeded in taking my heart back. Sri, it seems I fell back in love with you.

***

   After taking Sri, I returned to visit Sri's residence, chatting with her grandmother who was alone. Grandma, the old woman is still very agile and fun to talk to.

   While chatting, I heard the sound of feet approaching us. Sure enough, as soon as I turned, I saw the beautiful girl was stunned to see me with her eyes moist. I hurried over to him and asked Grandma for permission to take him away.

   Lucky I brought my grandfather's legendary onthel bike and he also wanted to ride into the bonanza without rejection.

    I know that right now her feelings are not good, and I am at her side right now to erase the lara in her heart a little. Invite him to chat even though the answer is just that.

    While pedaling a bicycle paddle, my mind suddenly turned to a place, my little secret place when I used to play with Sri after school. When I just arrived, I had a chance to stop by there and the place was still as before. Untouched by development.

   My bike was on the side of the road. Sri came down and her eyes twinkled.

   "Hans..huh." Sri covered her mouth with both palms.  He stepped slowly towards the field that used to be the playground of both of us.

   "Hans, let's go there!" He pointed towards the field. His smooth legs ran while pinching avoiding his sharp grass weeds. The field is still beautiful, many trees, there are rice fields and clear water flow around it.

    The girl was dancing and running around, just like she did when I first brought her here, when I had a football match with my other friends. From there I knew that Sri loved nature.

    "Hans, thank you for eliminating my barrel today" Sri said as we walked together in the blazing sun towards one of the shade trees on the sidelines. The breeze stroked her short hair but still looked feminine.

   I nodded and subconsciously held her hand. I felt a small jolt from him, but seconds later he let my burly fingers tie his lentic fingers in my grasp. I know he's fragile right now, and I promise to make him back as strong as he was. He's my friend for now, but in the future I want him to fill the niche of my heart and the emptiness of my soul right now. Sri, don't cry anymore, because there I am here, I will be faithful to love until mat*.

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