love in the wound
Chapter 18
That day was the umpteenth time that Mas Nugi and I went for a walk together. There were so many things that we talked about throughout the day that we ended up coming home at 13:00 p.m.
"Come, Mas. Enter first!" take me. He immediately sat in the guest room. The house looks lonely maybe my parents are picking crops in the garden because there is already much to enjoy.
"Please drink!" my words again who hastily kedapur make Mas Nugi a cup of koffe.
"Thank you, deck" he said, smiling at me.
Pork!
while casually chatting someone suddenly came to surprise us. He kicked the table very hard. I haven't seen him in a while since when he knew I was back from town. Kutapat koffe who is still untouched was partly spilled due to his jolt.
"Oh, so this is why you and your family reject me, Nai. I love you so much, Nai. I don't want you to marry her." point her at Mas Nugi's face.
Yes, he was my first girlfriend Mas Arief. I didn't tell her story because my heartache was betrayed. Even I have buried my race to the point of being unceremonious.
"Sorry, Mom," I said. "You misunderstood, our relationship broke up not because of Mas Nugi but you who have cheated me with the biduan," added me again because upset.
"Nai, sorry Mas. All this happened because of the Khilaf. Let's roll it back, Nai," slash it while clenching his hands.
Mas Nugi was about to move but I held his arm.
"Please don't go." This time I humble myself to Mas Nugi because to me Mas Arief is the past.
"Sorry, Mas. There is nothing between us anymore. Please leave my house" I replied.
"Ta_ But, Deck. I still love you so much. I'm sorry, Deck." He still hoped he would come back with it but no, the feeling was gone.
He looked upset and looked at Mas Nugi with bulging eyes and then turned to my hand which was still holding his arm.
Brak!
He hit the table again and left us with his anger.
"Sorry, Mas. He's just the past" I said softly and felt bad for Mas Arief's treatment of Mas Nugi.
"It's okay, maybe he's sorry to leave you, Nai," she replied, again smiling.
The next day, my friend Elsa came in a hurry. He said that Mas Nugi's sister was sick.
"Let's go see it, Nai. Poor right? cook you don't want to see your sister-in-law, anyway," he said because he was waiting for my answer.
"Yes, yes, I asked permission first with Mom," I replied rather lazily because the clock showed at 10:00 in the morning.
"Just go if it's important, son," said Mother from the inside. So far, all the families have been very supportive of my relationship with Mas Nugi. They say Mas Nugi is kind and polite. The Mas Nugi family is also a respectable person who knows about religion and law.
"Oh, yes Ma'am. If you don't mind," I said enthusiastically. Of course I am happy because maybe I will meet again with the prince of my heart. Soon I stepped into the room to take a rectangular hijab and make up a little so as not to be too dull seen by the Mas Nugi family. Do not forget I also set up a makeshift lipstick to minimize the condition of my lips to look blushing.
After dressing up, I quickly grabbed a sling bag in the closet and returned to meet Elsa who was still flailing with Mom.
"Come, El!" ask me impatiently. Whereas here Elsa who has been waiting for a long time, I also asked for it immediately.
On the way, Elsa has many stories. My friend is the most beautiful among the other friends. He knew the Mas Nugi family well because they were still close relatives.