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Flavors 1 Love in silence

" Can I sit down, ma'am?"

As I turned my head in this familiar melodious voice, Tomi Prasetya, this man who had been for almost two months, continued to tease my heart, starting from the meeting when his montor hit the car I was riding in from behind, since then we became familiar, because Tomi who was so active sent me a message, widower son one, and so on, working in a contracting company in the city of S and being on duty in the city of B, that was how the tall, well-built, white man introduced himself.

Many things that he told from his family and the cause of his separation with his wife, the man who was always gentle did not hesitate to express everything in his life.

"Mas Tomi?, how come the clock's tumben can already wander?" I stared fixedly at the handsome face that was sitting in front of me with his dazzling style, narrow eyes and thin lips that had fascinated me, but managed to brush off the feeling that was not yet the time, because I do not know exactly who the man is, it could also be, he just bragged to ensnare his prey, admitted widower when there is a wife's child who is waiting for him to come home, I must be careful to guard this heart.

" Yes, I happened to have not had time to eat breakfast, was permission to go out for a while to eat, even meet bidadari shaleha here." He said casually with narrowed eyes.

" Getting on again, right, how many women are gombalin mas kayak gini?."

"Hahaha, you can answer, I've never had a girl, I don't know why, when I see you there are different shakes here." Mas Tomi pointed at her chest with her sweet smile, I just smiled faintly in response to her clumsiness which I thought was too much.

" When are you back?" Tomi continued her chatter after a few seconds we were silent to each other.

"Insya Alloh the day after tomorrow, there is still a meeting at the headquarters."

"I'll be lonely again dong."

" Come, stop the bullshit, just like a stumped crocodile."

We chuckled together, I admit, I felt comfortable every time I talked to him, but just to be comfortable, the man who was five years older than me did have an amazing charm, he said, in addition to handsome mas Tomi also includes a man who is hardworking and very fond of his mother.

Our relationship is getting closer even though we never see each other again, we share stories and pay attention on mobile, even every day Tomi will call to talk a lot of things, he said, as time went on there was suspicion and jealousy adorned our relationship, whether who started first, but certainly we never absent each other showed mutual feeling, attention was also suspicious.

While I was working on the report, a notification came from my phone, a foreign number sending a message.

" Asalamualaikum, sorry to introduce me Hans, Tomi's office mate."

Deg, with a little wonder I opened the profile picture of a man who claimed to be named Hans, oh God, there was a picture of a man who was so charismatic with a smile that I could not explain, sweet black man with dimples that add to his attractiveness, his eyes are cute, his lips are curved with thin sideburns decorate his handsome face, perfect that's the picture of a man named Hans in my eyes.

With my hands shaking and my heart beating irregularly, I replied to the message he sent with a floating mind, stupid that's me who can't make peace with this feeling.

"Sir, can I help you?". Again this finger is typing in formal language even though the heart is eager to familiarize itself, but I do not want to look odd to the man I just met, I just, oh no I have to be elegant and still graceful especially in this perfect man, although no one is perfect in this world, but I don't know in my eyes Mr. Hans is a perfect figure.

" Can I contact mbak? Maybe Innara already knows who I am, because we often argue arguments in the study group, and honestly I salute also like the thought of mbak in understanding religion, extraordinary." Reply after a few minutes my message was sent. Soaring and I smiled to myself reading every sentence from him, Mr. Hans, really made me fall in love at first sight.

" Thank God, I'm not what you think I am, because I'm still very far from understanding religion, still need to learn a lot from the father whose knowledge is insya Alloh already much more than me who is this layman." I replied humbly, but it is so, I am just a man who is minimal science, I am just a man, while he already has the title of an ustadz and owner of a famous social foundation in the city of S.

"Well, I can judge from the argument of the argument mbak in every what we studied in the group, if possible and mbak Innara willing, in every case, I want to attract Innara to enter my community, I will enter mbak in the foundation group, how, what mbak Innara object?."

" Thank God, I said thank you very much, with pleasure sir." I said happily, and I don't know what's on my mind right now.

"Thank God, thank you, ma'am."

Since then, Mr. Hans has often sent me short messages, just commenting on stories or discussing about religious science, and during his talks with him, I became aware of the character of this twenty-nine-year-old man, the man is closed and not easily familiar if he is not pleased, and I am one of the lucky women who can be close to him, aaah honestly this sense is getting deeper into the sink even though I only reveal in silence.

' there will be times, where everything will change over time, whether it changes as we expect or just the opposite.'