Leaning Sweet Me
Don't cry baby (2)

He, who holds my hand when it is fragile

Touching my heart when it blisters,

He, who carved my name full.

Who kept running when I was away,

And able to replace the complaint.

But that moment rumbled

When the body and heart start to heal

Until the shadow is clouded

Mettasha Kalyna

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"Tomorrow, I still have business to do" said Farrel, who rose from his seat.

"The time will not be felt El, not fitting the dress, MUA, continue what yes, what was it! how you forget,"

"Catering mommy catering ekye want now, bridal care Full too, mmmmpp-ph." The wedding planner who turned out to be the chef who came to Metta's house the other day. Mas Bara's.

No. Miss Bee, call Miss

"There's still a bun time, 3 months left right? not 3 days, it's a pity." he said to mother but glanced at Metta asking for support.

Metta nodded, though,

"You're tired well," Mother Sri stroked her cheeks warmly, "Yes already home first yes rest, tomorrow morning inget El,"

In the mother now more dear brother than me, I was the one who said this it was not heard, sister just ngokng aja immediately tell rest.inner Farrel but her lips curved thin.

"Oh yes Mas Fairrel how is this color invitation what is this color?" the left hand holds the color gold, while the right hand is a combination of gold and white.

"That's tomorrow, let's love it home," reached out to Metta, she glanced at Mommy for approval, and she nodded.

"Yes, go home, baby. Tomorrow continue again."

Metta inched from his seat, welcoming Farrel's outstretched hand.

"Silver tired yeah,"

"No, I'm not that stupid anyway."

Farrel chuckled, "Let's rest, brother will also be nursing with me," kissing the back of Metta's hand.

"What the hell!"

Excessive, not dear to me decrepit he is still tough, huft...

Farrel opened the car door, waiting for Metta to enter and he entered after.

"What do you think hem is?" Metta shook her head.

"Come story," muffled Metta's cheeks.

Metta pulled a hand from her cheek."Yes..had it!"

"Still thinking about age? Differences, maturity, physical later.hem,"

Silent

Metta fell silent, from the many doubts that evaporated and the unrelenting figure of his man convinced him. There is still fear in there, which cannot be ignored, should not be thought of but continues to loom throughout the memory.

All the beliefs of yesterday, the doubts of today, have always been so and continue to be so. I don't know when, I don't know.

Farrel pulled Metta's head against his shoulder,

"Don't think about the no-no, just think about the things that can make us happy. Yesterday, today, tomorrow, even later. I won't stop convincing you."

"Don't understand?" Metta nodded, scrolling by scrolling down without being asked, making Farrel's shirt feel cold.

Farrel shifted his body to face the woman, cupping her face. And with his thumb he slowly shrank the puddle on his cheek.

"Hey, don't keep crying."

"Is your sister unhappy?" Metta.

"Don't let out these tears again, because I'll never want it."

"I don't want any more sadness."

"Cry only for the happy." Metta nodded.

Farrel grabbed Metta's tiny body and grabbed her, unconcerned about Mac staring from behind the rearview mirror.

The tears are clearly plunging more freely, happiness, happiness only happiness. And once again Metta believes her pain story has now changed. Even more than he imagined.

"I love you Mettasha."

Somehow the word he spoke, representing thousands of flavors, blew away the tightness, dispelled the pain, and left a sobbing tone in his life, which was left in his heart.

"Mas, we're there."

"Son't come in. Take a break, I'll pick you up in the morning." Metta nodded.

Farrel kissed his forehead long, getting longer and deeper.

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"We're going to the apartment."

Mac nodded then re-appeared his car splitting the street that afternoon. Intentionally letting Metta put her heart in order, as if knowing what she was afraid of. Something completely unreasonable.

Farrel reached into his cell phone and contacted Doni.

"To my apartment now!"

Before long he reached the apartment, coinciding with Doni who was waiting for him in front of the door plate.

Farrel chuckled, but no matter what his best friend said. He punched his license plate password number, and opening the door, he walked in followed by Doni and Mac.

"Sit,"

Doni immediately landed his body on the sofa while Mac still stood.

"You too,"

Mac was flabbergasted but also slowly followed in the footsteps of Doni who had first leaned his body.

While Farrel went up and down shortly afterwards came back with a shirt that had changed.

"Cih.. kirain what! Just change clothes doang." pussy Doni when Farrel sit down but disofa single.

"Look," he said seriously.

To make Mac and Doni lean a little body because Farrel hanging his words.

"According to your experienced, the real papa is the doubt of a woman?"

Doni threw his body back, "What is it, you told me all the way here just ask that!? The phone call can also be mah,"

Farrell throws a couch cushion at Doni, "Speaking on the phone won't be obvious, it's better to meet this."

"Sok-sok an anyway, want to be married, but do not understand so,"

Mac was just silent, he still had not commented let alone did not ask him to argue.

"Do you understand?"

"Well, why ask me. Singles here. don't have gacoan," he said.

"Nih asked these gentlemen, he's experienced," he pointed to Mac.

Farrel turned to look at the Mac, "How's Mac?"

"What Mas?"

"Elah, big head is what it is,"

"Be quiet, I didn't ask you!" staring at Doni.

"Macs...."

"Yes, it's Mas,"

"Hows it? How do you think?"

"I think Mas, he's just not confident, the age that is adrift quite far, making him always think if he can make Mas happy, his mind far ahead, he said, what if later something changes, not to mention having children, his body will change, not to mention stamina that will definitely be different, Mas will be more dashing while he," he said at length.

"Well, what are you talking about?" sela Doni's.

While Farrel stared at him with a bright mind, "But I'm not a Mac problem, not at all,"

"Yes, it doesn't matter, but the problem is in him."

"So what should I do?"

"As before, keep trying to convince him, over time."

"But he loves me too Mac!"

"Yes, but he also doubted himself."

Doni kept his gaze fixed on the person who spoke alternately.

"It's appropriate to open a Prenuptial consultation service." with a flick of his finger.

Mac looked hard at him.

"Your wife isn't?" Mac nodded.

"Women are hard and complicated, no matter how hard we are, they'll be harder, but if we're too soft, they'll get carried away,"

"Curhat nih the garden bulb."

"Especially when a woman is pregnant, forgive me, Mas,"

Doni this time threw a pillow that Farrel had thrown, "Don't bother, later he won't make children! want some responsibility?"

Mac caught the pillow with one hand and then he growled, with an increasingly sharp look towards it.

"How do you mean?"

"Rail's physical changes, physical ...astaga is so stupid!"

"Yes, why? Mother still looks fresh really,"

Mac and Doni look to nod their heads,

"That means making Sha's brother more confident is Rel, moreover,"

Farrel threw a TV remote at Doni, "Don't have to say big brother, too,"

"Ish, keep what?"

"Mother.I get slapped later,"

"Just look for another name as long as not brother."

"I have an idea...."

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While Metta is now in Mother Sri's room, do not stop crying on her mother's thigh.

"Udah Sha, why keep crying. You should be grateful, so well received with his family, loved so much,"

"That's precisely mom, it's precisely what makes me sad. I'm afraid of disappointing them, I'm afraid because I'm lacking a lot."

"They, treat me so well, what if later I can not give my best, he is still 20 years old ma'am, if you have children later what? He's gonna be a young papa while I'm?"

Sri's mother stroked her hair, "God...why think of such a Sha thing? Funny you it's like 20 years old, upside down." Mom chuckles.

"Mother...."