I'M NOT KERE MAS
THE REJECTION 32

Indra Lesmana is back in place. Now for me the atmosphere is so awkward, I feel ashamed to be near the man I have not met for a long time.

But Indra seemed ordinary, his lips curved into a smile. Adding to the good looks that radiated from his face.

" Emmm, since you have been reunited, it would be nice for Aunt to continue what your Papa and Papanya Indra had planned"

My eyes were round hearing Aunt Shella's words. Then rolling staring at Indra Lesmana who was just smiling.

" But Auntie.." I can't make the sound I want to say.

" Why?" Ask Aunt Shella.

" Emhh What Bang Bang hasn't told you about my Aunt?"

Aunt Shella threw a glance at her son, Indra Lesmana just shrugged both of his shoulders.

" No, she didn't tell you anything??"

I was confused, Bang Bang was just a smile. I don't know what this guy wants? I don't understand either.

" Aunty Anu Emmhh, Ies... Still haven't knocked the hammer "

Aunt Shella scrunched her forehead.

" Are you married??"

I do agree, Sirat the eyes of this middle-aged woman make my attitude so awkward.

" Oh my Good, how come Ies?? Have you forgotten that you've been betrothed to Indra??" Aunt Shella may be very disappointed with my fate.

" Ma, don't be emotional yet..." Indra very gently calmed the heart of the mother.

" So Ies said he hasn't hit the hammer yet, which means he's getting a divorce. Indra doesn't matter Ma, the important thing is not the wife of the person "

I silently watched the two mothers and the child in turn.

Slowly Aunt Shella exhaled. He seems to be breathing well.

" okay... When are you officially getting a divorce??"

Aunt Shella's question is like suing me. Although I want to get an official divorce with Mas Farhat . But I feel worried if I am forced to do so.

" I want to get married as soon as Auntie, but I don't want to get married soon either"

I told them the truth, even though I knew it would surprise them.

Indra Lesmana and her mother looked at me. Like there was a disappointment.

" Sorry.." I lowered my head, reluctant to meet them.

" Ok!! No problem, maybe Ies still need time Ma" Indra once again tried to understand me.

" But you guys have wasted a long time, and now it still takes time?? How much longer will it take?? What until Mama dies??"

" Sttttt" Indra's index finger touched the surface of her lips "Mommy should not talk so, Mama will live a long life, to see the grandchildren of Mama mature and married"

I'm sure Aunt Shella said that. So desperate was he that he felt he was about to die.

" I'm sorry Mama.." Indra seemed to feel guilty, I glanced at him at a glance and looked back at the loose streets we passed.

" It's okay, it's me who should be apologizing. For not being able to fulfill his request" I said.

" Mama was really worried about me, because I'm an unmarried bontot. Both of my brothers already have children, there are two, there are three. I'm single myself" Indra told me about herself, I just have a beard.

" Because I'm sure the little girl in the plot will come back to me"

I smiled, the tile was a nickname for me who always knew Indra Lesmana.

" Btw, where's your ex-husband now?? Is she married again??"

I'm asserting.

" Nearly, maybe in the near future they will get married"

" Them?? Do you know his new wife??" Indra continues to explore my life while busy driving his iron horse.

" Do you guys still see each other??"

I justify..

" What kind of relationship is that?? You still love your ex??"

I think Indra Lesmana misunderstood my answer.

" No, I don't have any feelings for her"

" Seriously ??" Indra Lesmana doubted my answer, her eyes often glanced at me looking for any lies on my face.

" Seriously" I replied briefly. He shook his head with a whistle. I don't know, no matter what his assessment of me is, I don't care.

I got off Indra's car, the man closed the door behind my back.

" Let's get married"

My steps stopped hearing his cry, I turned my body to face him.

" Let's get married, and we move out of this town" he repeated a sentence that had just taken me by surprise, in a very convincing voice.

" Why should I move???" my many.

" To let you escape your past"

My lips can't stand not smiling.

" You think I'll still love a man who's betrayed?? CK CK CK .. That's far from my principle"

" But I don't want to take any chances" he argued, his pair of eyes so keenly staring at me.

I lifted my foot two steps forward, and paused in front of him.

" Never connect with someone who has a past"

Our eyes clashed, the pupils of his eyes I saw shrunk. He may be disappointed with my answer as if he did not accept his presence.

But I didn't care, I turned my body back and left without me looking back.

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POV TASYI

I am Tasyi Nur Fatah, a single Arab girl. I am almost three-headed.

Not that I don't sell or picky, I like a guy my college friends used to. His name is Indra Lesmana, he is handsome, smart, smart and authoritative.

Never have I met her close to a woman, according to her, she's waiting for someone.

And that's what amazed me until I fell in love. To this day, we remain friends. Even being a working partner, I own a boutique in collaboration with him who is the owner of the largest textile factory in the city.

But tonight, I accidentally met her at a restaurant. He sat three with two different-aged women.

Apparently it was his mother, and another girl who was always in the future by him.

Her face was earthy, ayu, had a pretty sweet smile.

My heart is now desperate, my hope of being with him is dashed.

However, when I secretly heard his conversation. A door of hope is open to me.

The woman refused to marry Indra Lesmana. The reason is, he was just about to get divorced.

What's?? He's married, this is really unfair for an Indra Lesmana. His loyalty awaited the woman was greatly unappreciated.

I followed them silently as they came home. This is where I know where that woman lives.

After Indra's car went away, I met my car in front of the gate of the woman's house.

Pretty shitty of him, probably the result of his marriage. I knocked on the door that was just closed.