love in the wound
Chapter 4

Just a moment into the store they came out hugging. The woman was also very beautiful in her face.

Who the hell is he? my heart is not calm. Could it be that she was Mas Arfian's lover?

Furious thoughts loom over. I left that place no matter what else about them. I've been through this a lot. Maybe this is better than continuing but hiding the pain.

I breathed a long breath, this tremor was slightly reduced. I shook my head to get everything out of this brain.

Unfortunately for me, that's my mind. I hope this is the best and the family quickly opens their eyes so they know that this is not what I want.

"Sorry Dad, Brother Gino. Please don't make me a humiliated woman in front of all men, of this matchmaking," I muttered alone as I paddled my bike with a throbbing heart.

After giving Mom a day off, I went back to work and finished my day in silence. Sometimes someone asks, usually I'm very cute but this time I just smile.

"Why lo, Nai. PMS lo?" seduce the Japri intruder.

"Ihk, what the hell, Bang? You know so well being a person" My lips.

All day working a sense of tired haunting, I collapsed my body basket while giving a soft massage on the forehead. My head feels dizzy today. Maybe I can't forget what happened this morning.

Long staring at the ceiling, I grabbed my phone on the nightstand. I was surprised to see so many calls and messages coming in the notifications.

"Jeez, this is from Mas Arfian" I said as I positioned myself at the base of the bed.

I read all the messages that came in. O Allah, many Arfians have sent me messages.

Assalamualaikum, future inhabitants of heaven.

How are you, have you had breakfast?

Today I have a story, I'm driving my sister to the store, God, I'm so upset...

In the morning ask for a delivery just to buy candy, try to imagine strange, right? basic sensitive pregnant women outnumber angry people...🤣🤣🤣

Unaware I laughed reading it, I stroked my chest for this. I had misunderstood him.

How not in bales, Nai ?

I miss hearing your voice...

"Gombal..," I said unconsciously. I was worried about reading those messages.

I moved my hand to write a reply to those messages. It's not good that I've been prejudiced by him.

Wa'alaikum salami! Sorry, Mas. My phone's off, I'm focusing on work today. I don't carry my phone anywhere I go...

the kling!

It turned out that Mas Arfian was online and read directly the answer from me.

It's okay, I get it, Nai. I am so impressed by your hard work attitude. Good luck to you...

I developed a smile.

Aami...

A word I sent again.

Get to sleep, yeah! let me get excited again tomorrow!...

Hehe...

I didn't realize I was giggling myself like crazy.

Okay, Mas...

Assalamualaik...

Wa'allaikum...

Our conversation is over. I went back to sleep and felt calm now. It's so shallow in my brain that I'm this kind of a suzhon. It could have been the effect of often being disappointed in the men who wanted to ask me, but ultimately only falsehood I got.

Does it hurt to remember? leaving an impression not appreciated by them. Huh huh? but I must be patient, God has not sent the right soul mate for me.