Not Wanting (So) the Second
Episode 50: Not You, But Him.

"Wait a minute, sir." Lukka said to the taxi driver, after paying he got off helping Yasmine drop off her belongings.

"Your contract is here? Isn't this only about two hours from my house?" Lukka never thought there was a place with a narrow alley like this that was inhabited by humans.

"Indeed.." replied Yasmine cuek. He grew upset when he was attacked by questions by Mr. Basir, because he asked back the contract key.

Before moving he handed the motorbike and the key to the contract to Mr. Basir. He intends to sell the motorcycle through the hands of Mr. Basir. But because of Lukka, he had to thicken the ears of the taste kepo pak Basir.

After all the luggage dropped off, the taxi left Lukka there. It seems he did not hear Lukka's request to wait.

"Well...! Sir...!" Lukka ran a few meters, but the taxi kept on going.

"liss...!" Lukka ran back to Yasmine's place while covering her head with the back of her hand, so as not to be dampened by the drizzling.

"Come in, if the drizzle subsides you can go home with my motor." Yasmine asked as she glanced at the terrace of Mr. Basir's house. Don't let the old man see Lukka.

"Thank you." Lukka nyelonong without hesitation, then lay his body on a sofa that was rather worn out.

"ahhh, today is so tiring." he squirms releasing the fatigue that binds the muscles.

"ahhh. I can't believe I'm back in this house." yasmine complained as she pulled her suitcase into the room.

"If you're bored here, just move to my house." Lukka said, closing his eyes. Just like this it feels like a husband and wife who live in the same roof.

"You completely ruined my plan." cursed Yasmine as she glanced at him.

"You started it, you were lost and purposely moved away from me. You think I'm messing with my feelings?"

"cch...!" Yasmine clucked in annoyance, making Lukka turn her back.

"Is that your response? It sucks." Sneaky Lukka returned Yasmine's gaze.

The rustling drizzle was increasingly heard loudly on the zinc. Lukka breathed a long breath while smiling faintly. Although Yasmine's response was not very good, she was still relieved that she could finally find Yasmine back.

Yasmine unpacked her suitcase containing food. He took out two cups of instant noodles, which seemed to be suitable for eating when it rained like this.

"You want instant noodles?" Yasmine turned her head towards Lukka, but the big baby was already firmly closed on the sofa.

He stood up to Lukka, then observed Lukka's shady face that looked exhausted. He seemed to observe every inch of the face, the cheerful face that used to always color his days. The face that used to be very plain, has now turned into an adult. Maybe because his association and mentality are a little developed now.

"You miss me?" lukka asked suddenly, making Yasmine nervous until the cup of noodles in her hand fell.

As she was about to leave, Lukka grabbed Yasmine's arm and held her back. "Why are you lying about your feelings? Just tell me, you miss me, don't you?"

Yasmine was unable to speak, her neck felt stiff so she could not turn her head. It felt like the whole body was shaking incoherently, coldly hot.

Unanswered, Lukka pulled Yasmine's hand until she sat down next to him. Inevitably both of Yasmine's eyes so look at Lukka's face.

"What makes you feel that way?"

Yasmine gulped her saliva roughly, then lowered her gaze. "I...." How did he say it? His heart kept pounding because of the erratic feeling. I don't know what makes it so. How can he say that what he likes, the one he loves is Agam, not Lukka.

He realizes his feelings after living apart with Agam. What he missed was not Lukka, but the father of his late fetus.

"I'm not a girl. I was pregnant with your sister's child..."

"Then why? You also do not make it directly. It is just a process of insemination. As long as you're not married, then you're still a girl."

"But...."

"Yasmine.., since I have not realized what it means to miss someone, what it means to love someone, I have kept you in my mind. Now that I'm aware of everything, and your position is getting clearer in my heart and mind."

Lukka sat down then looked at Yasmine deeply. "If I ask you to get married, think about the answer. Whether you refuse or accept, I will still be happy. Because at least I've expressed my feelings. I hope you don't think I'm joking this time."

He then took the key to the motor on the table, and said goodbye to go home. As long as the drizzle has begun to subside.

Yasmine could only breathe out when Lukka was gone. It almost lost oxygen completely. How'this? He doesn't have enough reason to reject people as good as Lukka. Her warm and sincere heart had almost no gap to resist. But if he accepts, isn't that a lie? Is it worth replying to someone's sincere feelings with a lie?

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Anna, trying to get attention, takes a chair to sit with Nisha. But because the size of the chair was larger, Anna struggled until the chair fell and caused a noise.

"What are you doing?" Nisha turned her head heavily, she refrained from getting carried away by emotions. There was just the behavior of the boy.

"Anna wanted to sit by my mother." said the boy felt guilty, his face bowed sadly, making Nisha feel pity.

Nisha stood up and carried the chair next to her. "Come here."

Anna happily headed for the seat that was already available. "Thank you, ma."

Nisha continues her busy life with the laptop, while Anna looks at Nisha's face endlessly. Of course Nisha felt a bit bothered by that.

"What's up..?" nisha asked soften her voice, from the look on Anna's face, it seemed like there was something she wanted to ask.

"Do you know what a foster child means?"

"Why..? Where did you hear that from?"

"Yesterday Anna heard oma and papa talking. Oma said, papa does not need to send Anna to an international school, because Anna is an adopted child. What does that mean, ma? Anna was very curious, what was the difference between a foster child and an ordinary child? Is a foster kid like himself better, that's why there's no need for an international school?" oceh Anna put on a curious face that was very adorable, making Nisha's heart a little fresh to see it.

"The adopted son..." Nisha is like looking for answers that can make sense.

"A foster child means a great child. So yesterday Ima said there was no need to go to an international school, because Anna was already quite good." chirped Agam who just arrived there.

Nisha breathed a sigh of relief as her husband managed to answer Anna's curiosity.

"So, is Anna's guess right?" he laughed because he felt great.

"Right, but if you want, you can still go to international school." replied Nisha, apparently she started to melt at the boy.

"really? On the first day of school, mommy won't deliver Anna?"

"mmm, depending on the hours. If your mother's leisure will deliver you." said Nisha nodded, smiling gently. A beautiful smile that Agam had long missed.

"Papa will also take you, don't worry." Agam patted Anna's head, gently rubbing Nisha's shoulder with his right hand.

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In his yard, Ambar was observing a parked matic motorbike. Whose is that? Is there anyone who puts a motorcycle in there? So roughly his mind.

He even thought this was the content of an honest experiment, until he looked around every corner who knew there was a hidden camera.

"What's up, ma?" Ask Ghani who is going to work.

"Papa's got a motor?" ask Ambar while pointing at the motor.

"No. Whose bike is that?" Ghani asked back.

"I don't know who my mom is, either. Where's the key there. What do we think we're dealing with, pa?"

"ah, that's impossible. Why do we turn the motor." tepis pak Ghani smiled wryly.

When Agam was also about to go to work, he was called by his mother.

"Games..! Do you know whose bike this is?"

Agam turned his head and approached a few steps near the fence, to make it clearer. "No, how come it's there? Whose motor is it?"

"You don't know, you're scared.." Ambar seemed to panic, none of them thought that Lukka was carrying the bike.

Feeling insignificant, Agam turned to his car. But suddenly he felt familiar with the bike. "Wait.not that..."

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