Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 73

I was still silent as Kevin leaned his chin on my shoulder. Her warm breath splashed onto my neck and a part of my cheek, carrying the familiar smell of tobacco as she said softly. "I miss you, Ly."

His voice was still the same as before, soft and slightly hoarse. This time it sounded deeper as if he really missed me.

"Don't you miss me, Ly?" said again. His embrace is getting tighter.

I would lie if I said no. His voice, his distinctive smell, as well as the warmth of his body as he hugged me, I have not been able to forget all that.

Someone else would say I'm stupid or stupid again. Those who call me that don't mean bad-mouthed, they just don't understand because they don't experience it.

If only they had experienced what I felt, they probably wouldn't have said that.

Forgetting someone we love is hard. Moreover, this person has been with us for a long time. Although the last time that person incised such a deep wound, but long before that, for many years that person has given me so much happiness.

I was in the middle of a crossroads between hate and longing, when Kevin reopened his mouth. "I still love you, Ly. Can we go back to what we used to be?"

His words managed to wake me up. Her hug came off as I turned to face her and asked with a bitter smile. "Whatdidyou say? Back to how it used to be?"

Kevin nodded. "Yes, don't you want to, Ly?" his hands stretched out, grabbed my palms and stroked his back with his thumbs. "We can start all over again" he continued.

I looked at him in disbelief. How can I love a man who doesn't feel like himself?

In the past, when I was helpless and really needed you, you just left me. Now that things have improved, you just came and asked me to come back?

What do you think I am? Your toy! What can you throw away and pick up as you please?!

I would love to shout at him with such words. However, given its location I undoed that intention. We are in a public place now. I don't want to attract attention and be the spectacle of others, anymore.

"Sorry, I can't!" I said, shaking his hand. I leaned over, picked up my groceries lying on the floor and hurried away.

However, just before I stepped foot, Kevin grabbed my wrist first, holding it back so I could stay. "Why?" ask in a low voice. He looked shaky, unconfident before and his gaze dimmed.

He still asks why? doesn't he remember how he treated me before?!

My blood instantly boils. For the first time I felt so sick of someone. In addition, those painful memories flashed back in my mind. This time not only when he left me in a miserable state, but also when he betrayed our love by sleeping with my sister.

I held onto my chest, as the pain returned. Stir and throb, like an open wound accidentally splashed with vinegar.

Kevin took a step forward, coming towards me again. "Come back to me, Ly, I can't live without you" she asked in a pleading voice.

"If you can't live without it, then just die!" yell someone out in a loud voice.

The sound made me gasp once more. Alan, is that him?

With one pull I was already in his arms. Even so, he did not look at me at all. Since then the look in his eyes can not be separated from Kevin's face. "Until when are you gonna keep touching my girlfriend?" said Alan.

Instantly I realized that Kevin was still holding my wrist. "Let go of me, Mother" I asked, trying to throw her hand.

Kevin shakes. His grip is getting stronger. "I don't want to part with you anymore, Ly."

Alan took off his embrace. He took a step forward and thrust his fist into Kevin's face. His movements were so sudden and also so fast. Kevin fell to the floor.

Alan leaned over, grabbed Kevin's shirt collar and hit him once more. "Stop bothering my lady, asshole!"

His fist turned back to Kevin's face. However, this time Kevin managed to fend it off. He pushed Alan hard and quickly woke up.

The position of both turned. Kevin is on top. His left hand pressed down on Alan's body lying down with his back touching the floor. While one hand the other he used to punch the person under him. Two punches right on Alan's face. The first one hits the cheekbones. The other one landed in the corner of his mouth.

I was so shocked that my mouth was speechless and could only watch it with wide eyes. "Stop! What are you doing!" my screams after waking up from the shock.

Not caring about the risks that could have occurred, like being hit by a blow that accidentally hit me, I jumped in the middle of them. He took off the clutches of his hands forcefully and pushed them firmly.

Both of their breaths hunted after the fight. His heart rate sounded very fast. Although it had already stopped hitting, but the gazes of the two were still emitting hostility.

"Stop! Don't fight anymore" I asked as Alan was about to strike again. I hugged her body tightly, trying to calm her down. That worked enough. Slowly, his heartbeat began to slow down. His breathing regained its order and his body stopped trembling.

I looked up to see his face. "Let's go home."

Alan pulled his gaze from Kevin's face, turning to look at me. "All right, let's go home" he said.

I took off my hug and prepared to leave. However, as I took a step forward, Alan pulled my body so that I fell into his arms again. The next second her lips had landed on my lips, mamatuknya.

I forgot one thing. Alan doesn't like rejection. But since then, I have been trying to escape. It made Alan press my waist and nape even harder. After realizing that I stopped moving and closed my eyes. I hope he stops his actions immediately.

The kiss lasted for a while. Long enough for some who denounce our actions. Not shameless! immoral! Those two sentences were spoken by someone all the while ago. Not too loud but loud enough to be caught by my hearing.

The pressure on my nape and on my waist slowly began to loosen and before long Alan took off his kiss.

"Mine," said Alan with a grin on his face. He said it out loud, as if to tell everyone that I belonged to him.

I looked back, looking at Kevin who was standing a meter and a half away from me. His eyes turned red and his fists clenched so tightly that his books turned white.

We broke up a long time ago, but I still feel guilty for him because he had to watch our kiss. I felt like I was betraying him.

I'm sorry, my inner being when Alan took me away.