Mantans
Chapter 49: And it still hurt

The car is perfectly parked in front of Mr. Min's famous meatball shop, a modest but well-known fan shop, just look at so many people lined up snaking deliberately waiting for an empty bench for them to sit on because indeed all the benches there are filled with people who want to enjoy a bowl of meatballs with appetizing sauce.

"Will you wait with so many queues?" ask Mamat.

"Still, I'm free, when else can come here if not now," replied Vita prepared to open the door.

"Sir. can please Mr. queue first, later if it's our turn to come down." Pinta Mamat politely to the driver.

"Well sir." said Mr. Adnan preparing to go down.

"Don't sir!" prevent Vita making Adnan and Mamat sir shocked.

"Why?" ask Mamat curiously.

"Dih..ngak exclaimed, cook everyone make queues, it's fun we queue alone, right there he cried," said Vita jengat with his overprotective Mamat.

"Ntar you are tired, besides the heat of the sun," said Mamat did not want to be denied.

"Feeling back when it was still Mamat the taxi driver did not care the same as the start, wanted to be told anywhere, never complained despite the testing of the storm as well," said Vita to put on a sullen face.

"So how sir, do I want to queue?" ask Mr. Adnan who is back behind the wheel.

"No, sir, I want to queue myself." Without being prevented, Vita immediately opened the door and then joined the line for the queue.

With Mamat forced to come down and stand behind Vita , Vita gave her lips a soft look.

'Thankuratin I work, at least can be overprotective-in, from the past it has been used to be wonder woman, gini aja not obtained!' batin Vita while giggling.

"Emang what's good anyway, eat ampe should ngantri kayak gini?" mamat asked confused.

"Yes delicious anyway, if not delicious there will be no one who ngantri Mamat!" chirp Vita shook her head, dizzy with Mamat's chattering.

"You don't say, by the way I can book this special place for you," said Mamat increasingly make Vita senewen.

"Don't be weird, don't you think I can eat dozens of bowls of what?" vita snapped softly, embarrassed by the person in front of her who started glancing at her hearing the debate of the two that sounded ridiculous.

"Let's calm down eat it baby, and don't have to queue like gini."

"Udah ah don't be noisy, ashamed to be heard by people!" tegur Vita slowly.

Mamat pursed his lips, annoyed at being told to follow the queue, hot as a gini, wasting time really, after waiting for almost thirty minutes their turn finally arrived, Mamat heaved a sigh of relief.

"What do you want to eat, Matt?" tanya Vita turned a glance to Mamat who was standing behind her, slightly clinging and eroding the distance.

"Just like you, but don't be given a micin" Mamat replied as he scanned the entire room for a seat for them.

After Vita ordered and of course Mamat paid, they finally walked towards an empty bench in the corner of the room, a little corner, a little aloof.

Mamat's hand held Vita's shoulder possessively (left hand yes, his right hand can not be erakinan still use buffer), making Vita shudder instead of flattered.

Vita's steps slowed down when on the bench not far from where she was standing, she saw Arya the ex-husband with a woman with two children who were busy enjoying meatballs.

"Who's Vit?" mamat asked gently when he saw Vita sculpting and reacting strangely.

"Em..no one!" vita answered and then pulled Mamat's hand to walk away looking for another empty bench.

Intentionally Vita shows Arya that she is fine at the moment, even finding a much better replacement everything from her.

Friends indeed, but Vita did not care, let the man who had incised so many wounds in his heart see him happy now.

Meatballs with steam billowing is already available in front of Vita, but Vita's taste just out since accidentally having to be in the same room with Arya.

"Why hm? Who was it?" asked Mamat gently.

Vita returned Mamat's gaze with my eyes, something happened, and Mamat knew.

"Arya," Vita replied softly sounding like something was clogging her throat.

Mamat's heart was pinched to see Vita so hurt by Arya and the woman.

"We're going home now, okay?" Take Mamat while pulling Vita's hand gently and lead her out.

Mamat opened the car door for Vita and just then the small Aryan family also went out of the meatballs.

Arya was surprised to see Vita enter the luxury car, the appearance of the car is shiny with a famous brand certainly shows how rich Mamat right.

The corner of Mamat's lips was interested in forming a mocking smile, let alone seeing the woman Arya was holding was far inferior to Vita.

'Basar bo*oh diamond kayak kini kok diker ama stone that only cost sissy!' maki Mamat in heart

"Sir, go straight to the resort!" mamat's order was immediately answered nod by Mr. Adnan.

The car drove at moderate speed, splitting the road that began to be congested because the traffic flow was filled by people returning to work.

Vita was pensive as she stared out through the window glass beside her, there was no movement from Vita, only occasionally her chest was seen going up and down deliberately to hold her emotions.

Mamat grabbed Vita's hand and held it gently. "Cry if you cry, don't be held dear."

Hearing Mamat's soft voice somehow self-control that he tried to endure since then finally broke down as well.

Vita sobbed trying to suppress the pain that came back to stomp her heart, even this still feels pain and suffocating da*a.

"It's still hurt Mat!" isak Vita squeezed Mamat's shirt slowly to channel the pain she felt.

Not wanting to give any advice, because it is not what Vita needs at this time, Mamat increasingly tightened his embrace.

"Please if it should be removed, do not hold anything that you can not hold, there are still many who care and love you Vit, believe me if you will be happy, hold my hand we'll face it all together. Hm." Mamat's voice was heard softly among Vita's sobs.

'Let me cry for a while Lord, it still feels so painful, it turns out that this feeling has not faded and is still too big for him. It's too hard for me God and I still love him so much'