Nackal Duda
Not a Holy Man

I'm not a spoiled man, but occasionally being pampered like this tastes good too. Dance fed me gently. Follow every menu I want in every mouthful.

"Wear chicken!" my word.

She also put chicken in my feed.

"Capcay only!" doors again.

He also said, adding broccoli in my feed.

"The broccoli is cut in small pieces! Then add her daughter's corn as well."

Dance seemed to take a deep breath but still complied with all my requests.

He fed me patiently. This patient woman if pregnant with my son will definitely become a patient mother as well. I will love my son with all my heart.

Huft... What the hell am I thinking?

"Om, tomorrow I'm on a course!"

"Yes. I'll drive you there. Your bike is coming today. We will try to go around the complex! You're the one who fucked me!" I said pointing at the glass. "Drink!"

Patiently Dance gave me a glass of drinking water and held my glass. I held back the smile of seeing him so submissive to me.

"Yes. Boncengin Dance!"

In the afternoon when I was busy watching TV while putting my head in the lap of Tari, came the car that delivered the motorbike I ordered for Tari.

The smile on her face was so wide. He is very happy to have a new bike. He even looked at the details of the whole body of the motor. "Cool, Om!" his praise.

"We try now! I'll take a shower!" I also got excited to try a new bike. Ah so tacky me! It's just a motorcycle, not a fancy car I've always seen in showrooms.

After bathing and praying ashar congregated, I was ready to walk around the complex. Before Tari asked I had hugged her waist and put my head on her shoulder. Like a girl with a guy hehehe....

"Om, don't screw the handle! Keep her head not on Dance's shoulder. Amused! Dance is not concerned!" dance Protest.

"Let's like people. You should wear a hodie jacket and keep my hands put on your jacket, like alay's children ha..ha.ha.." The more embarrassed he is, the more I like to protest.

"Don't macem-macem ah, Om! We could fall!"

"Ha.ha... Groggy him! Yeudah, let's bang let's walk! Take a walk to Alpa ya Bang!" god again.

"Of... Uh! Dance is not concerned with this so ha.ha.ha..."

We have been flirting with each other on the bike. Not yet gone and just stay in place while laughing.

Then I heard a noise coming from inside Tara's house. I fell silent and listened to what had happened.

"If you keep pushing, I can't take it any longer!" tara said in a loud voice.

Dance who wants to talk I tell her to shut up. I wonder, they fought especially this time.

"I'm sorry, honey! I was khilaf at that time. Please forgive me!" damar's voice sounded so apologetic from Tara.

I was sharpening my ears when Tari started the engine and went straight for gas. I was shocked to immediately hug Dance. It turns out that boy was even asking me to speed.

"But! Slow down, Bang! Eteng scared!" ledek.

He didn't stop. Dance around the complex roundabout like Valentino Rossi. So smooth.

"Wow! Valentino Rossi's brother!" god again.

He didn't answer. Shut up and put his lips together. His face looks upset.

I realized, He was really angry. Usually if I'm tempted he still likes to laugh, this is even silent while bending his face!

"Practice Dance a good meal!" he said without a smile and with an annoyed face.

"OK Bang!" I answered still trying to tease her.

Dance sitting on the open top floor. The afternoon air is good to hang out there. Sure enough, Tari wanted to order an expensive menu, he was looking at the most expensive menu in the menu book.

"Bang, Eneng did not bring much money! What about less?" I panicked too, in my pocket there was only a hundred thousand two pieces.

"Bodo very!"

Well he's really craving. "Wait a minute! I asked the cashier first, can pay using Qris what not!"

He didn't answer. I just left it and went to the cashier, asking if I could pay through a barcode scan. Turns out you can, be safe 'cause I brought my HP.

"OKAY. You can order whatever you want!" I said with a smile of relief.

It turns out that Tari only ordered a glass of iced coffee and french fries as a snack. Cheap is that! I think he knows me!

"Anything else to order? Ice cream, you want to?" biasana girls if again crave and then offered ice cream likes to melt like ice cream that melts for a long time.

"No! Cough later!" answer with jutek.

I ordered lasagna, chocolate cake and iced coffee. I intentionally want to work on it again. I'm sure he'll be interested in the menu I ordered.

"Why? Getting angry?" ask me after the waiter who recorded our order left.

"If so why? Can you?" tanyanya still with a jutek tone.

"Can. Can really. But every time you get mad, you owe me a kiss!" my god to melt the atmosphere.

"No way!"

"Sin of loh!" my threat.

"Well, he wants to!" answer with force.

I held my laughter, and if I laughed, He would get angry and think I didn't appreciate it.

"Yaudah, why are you angry? Because I told you to shut up first?" ask me seriously.

"No!"

"Don't do it dong! Answer it honestly. Sometimes women tuh if angry again say it is not when in fact it is. Men are the most insensitive creatures in the world. How do you know if it's not spoken?" I said calmly and patiently.

Facing Tari who when angry calm and silent is more scary than facing Tara who if angry sometimes like to scream. Dance is silent but angry. Not showing his anger and keeping it until finally all his anger exploded, duaarrrrr...

"What's wrong, by the way?" ask me gently.

The waiter came to bring us our order. I let him drink iced coffee to be calmer and not emotional anymore.

"Why the hell Om still wants to know what happened to his household, Ma'am Tara? I realize that Om still loves him, but when will Om move on? Until when will Om keep seeing Ma'am Tara and never see me?" Dance now began to cry, She held back her crying voice so as not to attract the attention of others.

I got up and moved to sit next to him. I hugged him so he could cry in my arms. I realized, my actions even attracted the attention of other visitors, there was even a small child who said: "Mama, Om same Tanteenya hug!"

I don't care, for me if Dance to cry means her heart is too sad, and I who give her grief must take responsibility.

"I'm sorry! I didn't realize that what I was doing hurt your heart! I can't move on yet, I admit. Not because the love is too big, but because the love and heartache I feel is too heavy. I'm learning to gradually forget all my memories with Tara."

Dance let go of my embrace. He took a tissue and wiped his tears. "But Om still cares about Tara. The proof of everything about Ma'am Tara, Om always wants to know."

I smiled, "I don't want to know because I care. I only feel happy when I see them unhappy and reap karma for hurting me. Reasonable right? Humane right? Sorry Dance, you might think I'm good as an angel. You know, I'm also an ordinary man who has resentment and hatred. I am not a holy man. Yep... Here's my flaws!"

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