Mistakes & Selfishness Behind Happiness
Extra part 12

" No papa, yes I've been to the back first wash the feet, you guys continue aja, kasian tuh already on the wait."

" What are your legs?" ask Adi who seems worried too.

" No papa calm down, no pain, I wash my feet first I help you again."

Indeed, when the oil flushed my feet, not too painful, the heat anyway, but because in the use of work so no taste brought.

I ran back and flushed my feet with water.

Once I feel enough, I go back to the front to help mas Nirwan.

" You just take a break." Said mas Nirwan.

" It's not papa."

Because the visitor is very crowded, I also help him until the stall is closed. Repeatedly mas Nirwan and Adi asked me to rest, but seeing who ate there was very crowded, it was not good if I did not help. Mas Nirwan same Adi also looks shady panting.

" As soon as you take a break, let me be the same Adi who is in order."

" But,"

" Dek, according to why the hell, really stubborn. If I say rest, then rest! I'm tired, don't make me tired because you can't say!"

Honestly, I am also tired, my legs are also sore, what else was hit by the oil was also hot.

Being yelled at by Nirwan made me a little hurt, embarrassed also because it was snapped in front of Adi.

I was tired too, tired my legs hurt too. I help you because I can't bear to see you guys panting hassles.

Very snapped - a rich snatch.

My tears were dripping and I immediately ran back, I immediately cleaned myself up and took a break.

Mas Nirwan is still sorted out in front.

Well this is my first time working in a stall, rarely sitting, pacing back and forth. It made my legs very sore, and the oil flush also felt hot, sore, very painful.

This leg really hurts, but it wasn't this painful.

I can't sleep when it's midnight, my sore legs don't make me sleep.

Mas Nirwan went into the room, carrying medicine.

It seems like he's done well, and he's already fragrant. I like the smell of Nirwan, the smell is not stinging, calm and win.

" Ssek."

I just shut up, I pretend to sleep, because I am really as good as him. I'm angry with him again.

" So, I know you're angry. I'm sorry I didn't yell at you, but I can't bear to see you're tired of what else your feet were also doused in hot oil. I just don't want you to why - why."

I actually also know, mas Nirwan tired, coupled with worrying about me, and I was told not to shrink.

But still I don't like being snapped. I was also tired and felt rich and unappreciated. I'm honest if you're tired of crying easily.

" So, you're angry."

I couldn't stand the tears, and I cried.

Mas Nirwan lay behind me, and hugged me from behind.

" Loh kok cry, very angry yes, sorry I sek, already yes do not cry."

" I'm tired too, tired, my legs hurt too, I need attention, but you're angry, I just want to help you. You can say it slowly do not need to use snapped. I don't like it, hiks, hiks."

" Yes, yes, promise. This is the last sek, tomorrow mas will try to control emotions again. Yeah, look at his feet, let me take it."

In my sleep I dreamt, met with mas Afif.

In the dream, I walked alone with him, hand in hand staring at each other full of love, well the same love when I was with him first. I was so happy walking with her, walking as a lover who loved each other.

Then I woke up. I was crying at that moment too.

I'm happy, I finally got to meet you after all this time, even if it's only in a dream.

It can treat a little bit of my longing.

I don't know why I can dream about you, it reminds me of you.

Where are you now, how are you? I hope you're always okay.

I am ashamed to see you again, with my current status.

Honestly, you still have a place in my heart, and at any moment no one will be able to replace you in my heart.

You love me in an amazing way. I really respect you as a woman. You don't make me your lustful gratifier, you are able to suppress that feeling when you are with me. When I'm with you, I really feel precious as a woman. I feel so appreciated and loved.

If I hadn't made a mistake, we could still be together.

Look at me without you, destroyed in no direction.

I miss you, even though I am not alone right now.

I still love you, even though I can now open and accept another man's love.

I can only hold this feeling, because I know we're no longer possible to be together.

You may no longer have any taste for me.

And I, too, am dirty no longer fit for someone as good as you.

You deserve a good man, unlike me.

I will always love and miss you.

Wherever you are, I hope you are always okay.

Afif has its own place for me.

Mas Nirwan is also the one who is currently with me, I love him too, love him so much, he also has his own place in my heart. They have their own place in my heart, but I love them in a different way.

They are very important men in my life.

I'm not craving Nirwan, no.

Because she's the only boyfriend I've ever wanted to be a priest in my entire life. The father of my children. My life companion who if god allows me to want to be with him until death separates.

Mas Afif's. The love of my past, the time I spent with him made his name engraved beautifully in my heart. His faithful love accompanied me out of my toughest times, making my love reside in my heart.

I love her in silence, love that cannot blossom and blossom. This love that lives forever will remain this way. It will not be forgotten, but it will not flower. It will not walk and will remain silent. Although there was no reply, it did not invite sorrow. Neither love each other nor hurt.

While my love for Nirwan mas will continue to grow, bloom and flower.

There will come a time when I will be disappointed and hurt by it.

His love will also give me happiness and sadness.

Our love will still go on and be colorful. Full of twists, climbs and derivatives.

Because my love for her is alive.