Princess Endut
157. Not Like Yesterday

Weva stared out the glass window of the plane where the clouds turned blue.

Without being asked again and again Weva's tears dripped full of sorrow. It feels so painful. Weva wanted to cry and scream loudly but he couldn't do this in public either, there were a lot of people here.

It felt like his mind was tormented and felt painful inside there. How can there be sadness after leaving them all when he left shortly.

"Weva doesn't know. Weva is this sad because of what?"

"Is Weva sad to have to part with Brilyan or Ken?"

Weva's fingers gently touched the surface of the window and stroked it gently. 

Weva is now reminded of something, namely a letter from Ken. Weva reached into his pocket and found Ken's letter in his hand.

Weva smiled and started to open the letter slowly. The letter opened a bit, allowing Weva to see a piece of writing there.  

"Excuse me" said an old woman sitting beside Weva.

Weva stopped the movement of his hand that opened the paper and turned to look at the old woman who he had not realized had since become his seatmate on the flight this time.

"Can you please open this?" asked the old woman while sticking a bottle of mineral water towards Weva.

Weva nodded and folded the paper that Weva had almost read back into her jacket pocket.    

"here! Let Weva help."

The woman smiled as Weva grabbed the bottle she had sticking out.

"Where are you going?"

Weva glanced and smiled at the older woman who looked more like a Korean woman, with a slightly gray hair, with white skin with two slightly narrowed eyes.

"Weva's going to Korea."

"Your name is Weva?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Which part of Korea?"

"Seol."

The old woman nodded. He sipped some mineral water and spoke again.

"You seem to be sad?"

Hearing that, Weva looked. He no longer looked at the plane window. How could this old woman know what Weva was feeling right now.

Weva laughed a little.

"Is Mom a fortune teller?"

Hearing this, the old woman laughed.

"Not just a fortune teller will know how you feel. Your face looks sad. Has something happened before?"

Weva. Did he just tell the old woman about her current feelings.

"Son!"

Weva turned her head to look at the wrinkled hand that touched her shoulder.

"Tell me, son!"

Weva took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"I don't know what happened to Weva's heart."

"What do you feel?"

Weva. He stared at the chair in front of him and looked back at the old woman.

"That's it, Mom. Suppose I have two men, one man is someone I like very much but that man doesn't love Mom."

"Mothers talk about love every day, but the man always avoids. Men are cold and rarely talk."

Weva. He involuntarily smiled after remembering about Ken's figure.

"Mom, who would you choose?"

The old woman took a deep breath and breathed her heavy breath.

"Don't ask Mom, son! The only one who knows the answer is you. Not Mom or anyone, but ask your heart. Only your heart can answer it.

"Ask your heart! Who makes you feel comfortable and always smile when he's next to you."

Weva was made silent. The ice-cold quiet man never smiled or even made him smile. Well, she was always smiling, but that smile was only on Weva's side whereas Brilyan wasn't.

While Ken, instead of smiling but always make him laugh and angry. In addition to being annoying and annoying, Ken always invites Weva to fight with his mouth even though it is only caused by a small mistake.

"But there are some things you need to know. We should not expect more from someone because to expect from humans is the greatest mistake."

"You just have to choose, you want to keep chasing or choose to be pursued."

Weva smiled slightly.

"Where would anyone want to chase a fat girl like Weva?"

The old woman smiled. He stroked Weva's cheek so gently.

"Who said no one wanted to go after him? There's someone who's gonna come after you someday."

"You don't want to, sooner or later it's all going to happen."

Weva's smile expanded on her tiny lips. He was so happy after hearing this.

He looked back at the view of the sea below. Weva hoped that hopefully what the old lady said was true.

But Weva's smile slowly faded from her lips. In his mind now it occurred to him who had made him sad. Ken or Brilyan?

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The sound of a jengkrik was heard accompanied by a gust of night wind that hit the figure of Ken who was sitting on the steps in the garden.

His gaze stared at the fountain that looked so beautiful tonight. There are some people who are taking pictures there just take memories while visiting this park.

Ken's face looks flat, his face looks sad like never before. If Ken always shows his cheerful face, but this time the smile was never engraved on Ken's face.

From here he can see the fountain that has become a good memory for Ken about the figure of Weva. Never to forget when he danced under the waterfall to get sick simultaneously.

Ken got up from the steps and stepped into his vespanya motorbike and run it down the paved road that tonight is so crowded by vehicles, the article tonight is not too late.

Ken's face was flat while driving his motorbike. There is no Weva figure anymore who is always behind the motorcycle seat and sometimes salalu invite him to argue.

Ken stopped his bike after pulling his bike over in front of a night market crowd.

Ken looked up at the ring which seemed to be spinning above and made Ken smile. The beautiful memories of Weva came back to his mind.

Ken looked sad.

"Weva. Why the hell do you have to leave me?"

"Look! I'm alone here now and there's nothing left for me."

Ken took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Weva! Back off, yeah! I miss you."

...****************...

Brilyan put the pink stock into a special cupboard stock neatly arranged in his closet. Brilyan smiled faintly and then stepped back to look at the billions of neatly arranged provisions.

Brilyan laid her body on her bed. His pandagan stared at the ceiling of the room accompanied by a long breath.

He closed his eyes until the figure of Weva who stuck out a pink stock in the morning returned to his mind.

Brilyan opened both of his eyes. He remained silent for a long time in the silence of the night.

"Why am I thinking about it?"