Mr. Ergan's Secret Wedding
Nostalgic

"Yes, I saw everything. It hurts, Mel! I want to feel like I'm approaching Ergan and hitting her, but Tirta's holding me back in various ways." Kesal Pras's.

"Sorry" said Amelia.

"Here you go, I brought you here to reminisce, not to discuss anything else." Pras switched the conversation, in fact he did not want to discuss the matter of Ergan. As Amelia talks to Ergan in the Tea Garden, she sees everything, even as they hug. Pras wanted to go there, but Tirta could most distract him so Pras could do nothing. In his heart he asked what was with them to embrace like he was letting go of longing.

Pras wants to make the most of the rest of his time with Amelia, seeing her smile and laughs before leaving. Although her heart was not willing to let Amelia go, she did not want to show it.

Pras wants Amelia to be happy and comfortable with him, not sad when it's all over.

Pras's face began to be serious, his gaze straight ahead, his memory spinning considering the first time he met Amelia.

"You remember, when you first came here, when I was thinking where did you pick up an angel like this?" pras.

"That's it, bummer! it's good to say pick up, am I really an item? nothing else what? getting, or finding that," Amelia upset.

"One more time, I remember the most when you fell at times. Your clothes are alkaline and you come out holding an eel, hahahaha.your face was very cute at that time." Ejek Pras, he tried to hide his sadness by laughing.

Unknowingly Amelia pinched Pras' arm making Pras chuckle while pretending to grimace.

"Your pinching is getting sicker and sore, even more painful than my current heartache" Pras joked.

"Lebay. don't say hurt anymore. You'll be happy even if I'm not here."

Silent...

"Amelite. "

"Hem.."

"Cock hem..?"

"What?!"

"Ah, stop. Ride a bicycle around yuk! you still have time with me" Pras said.

Pras took one of the worker's bicycles parked on the side of the road. He immediately rose and then improved his position in front.

"Let's go up."

"I haven't told you what to do?"

"No rejection, the spit goes up!"

Amelia got up and sat behind Pras, holding on to the end of a cocoa shirt Pras wore for fear of falling.

"Are you ready?"

"It."

"Okay, we're leaving."

"Where to?"

"Ah, you have a lot of nanya. Just shut up and enjoy our journey. You'll miss me." With his PD Pras said.

"Yes, I'm quiet."

"Why don't we take Azka and Rangga? it would be even more exciting if there are them," Pras said while swinging his legs on a bicycle.

"..."

"Well, is it quiet?"

"..."

"Mel, you're still in the back, right?" Pras glanced back, making sure that Amelia did not fall in the middle of the road.

"So tell me to shut up."

"Hehehe, I mean not much, just answer my question."

Pras rode his bike slowly, enjoying the cold morning air and the beautiful scenery. High mountains and tea gardens and shady trees. They smiled as they passed by the people who saw them.

"Well, Mr. Pras with Mbak Amel a matching couple, like ABG children again dating," exclaimed one of the villagers who worked in the tea garden.

"Ah, I can," replied Amelia blushed in embarrassment.

"Right?" exclaim Pras.

"Great roar! why haven't we done this before?" amelia's Spirit.

The deg!

Pras was instantly silent, feeling that Amelia's speech had a point as well. If Pras approached Amelia in this way, perhaps Amelia would quickly fall in love with him. Ah, but never mind, it's too late. No need to regret, just enjoy the happiness of the moment.

"You're good at riding bikes too" said Amelia.

"Yes, it's been a long time not riding a bicycle seems to feel more rigid. Are you comfortable with me boncengin?" ask Pras.

"Comfortable, not slow and not too tight," ouji Amelia again made Pras smile.

"If there's still a chance, I want us to enjoy days like this, Mel," said Pras.

After feeling far enough away, Pras turned the bike steering wheel to return to its original place. Amelia unceasingly smiled, so to speak with the pras. They're like the ABG that just came out. Who would have thought if instead, they would split up.

Pras, keep the bike in its original place, then walk side by side towards the pesantren. It was enough to walk because they had to go home for breakfast.

"Mel, if you feel unhappy there, come back here, I'm waiting for you." Pras convinced Amelia. She did not want Amelia to suffer with others.

Amelia stopped stepping, she turned to look at Pras with a padangan sayu.

"Pras, don't wait for me, it's the same as torturing yourself. I don't want to give you any more hope. For I am sure Ergan will make Me and Azka happy. So please open your heart to others." Amelia wants to end their relationship without waiting. They are done and they have to live their lives.

"We will see later" Pras said, raising both shoulders.

"Pras, don't start!" Amelia was upset that Pras would not listen to her.

"Yes, yeah, you calm down. I'll look for another one, but after making sure you're happy living with Ergan. How's it?"

Pras asked for Amelia's opinion. How could he have looked for another woman after Amelia and her late wife. For him there were two women in his life. He will focus on taking care of Pesantren Darussalam Al-kharan and raising Rangga.

"As for you, I'm tired of talking to you. Eat yuk!"

They go inside, breakfast is prepared when they walk.

"Where are you from?" ask Ms. Juminarti.

"From Ma'am's streets, Amel's mumpung is still here." Pras took out a plate of lali filling it with food.

"Mom's happy to see you guys like this. Fadem taste.. Come eat, you must be tired of walking." Juminarti's mother smiled at the look of sadness on Amelia and Pras' faces.

They enjoyed breakfast together, after which they headed for the living room.

"You don't work Pras?" asked Amelia after sitting in the chair with Ms. Juminarti. Pras also sat leaning on the chair looking for the most comfortable position.

"How do you want to work if you're leaving? there I am not focused, mending me here with you," Pras replied casually, folding both his hands on his chest.

"Mel, did you tell Mama you're leaving here?" ask Ms. Juminarti.

"Already Mom, after I go home to Jakarta I will take Azka to Surabaya to see Mama. He must be happy to see it's big" replied Amelia.

"Mom just wanted to remind me. Do not leave prayers. If you have a problem with your husband, talk carefully, find a middle ground. Be more patient, and do not forget to bow before God. The best place to pour out heart and grievance, only on God the owner of the universe where to ask for help," advised Mother Juminarti.

"Assynoltom..." The voice of someone saying a greeting averted their gaze.

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Seriate......