SECOND TIME - LOVE IN CASTE
7. I OFTEN FORGET PART 2

My mood was not good all day, but I tried to be professional at work. Personal matters should not be confused with work. That's my motto in this work and yes it's working. I worked well and put aside

my personal problems .

My noble boss queen mbak Nana, praised my performance again, and it could restore my mood for a moment.

"There's a problem" asked Nana

we had lunch together in the cafeteria

the company.

"There is no mbak" I replied briefly after swallowing the rice in

my mouth. I can't possibly tell you?

"Really?" he said he didn't believe it anymore.

"Yes, Ma'am, right!" resolutely

I heard Nana sigh slowly, why? I looked at him confused.

"Don't know you have a problem, but I'm happy

because you can work professionally, this is what you expect" he said

"..." - ".I just stooped the food in front of me without

intending to eat it again, my appetite suddenly disappeared from remembering what

what I saw last night on social media.

"Why?" tanyanya wants to know. "This time you can tell me without the frills of the boss or the noble queen, the honorary title you gave me," he continued chuckling and I got more clumsy, it turns out he knew the title

the honor I gave him.

"It's okay, Ma'am. Really. It's just a small matter. I can handle it," I said steadily. "Everything okay!" continued again.

For me personal problems remain personal, others especially those who are not too familiar do not need to know.

Anyway, I'd be laughed at if I told you, my ex-boyfriend's getting married. Those who hear will ask, "So what? Not moved on yet?"

They'll think that I haven't moved on because I'm sad and upset about my ex getting married.

If I told you my boyfriend was going to marry someone else, they would feel sorry for me. I often forget that it was an ex.

If I told you the full story, well, they'd feel even more sorry for me. Things I don't like very much, are pitied.

"Well if you don't want the story mbak will not be forced, continue to eat you, you're romusa again," he said

he turned his eyes to the plate I was just stirring.

I just chuckled and forced to finish my food even though I had no taste anymore. Since last night, my appetite has gone, my spirit has dropped by fifty percent. But I still remember my parents' advice. It is not good to waste food because there are still many who cannot eat like this.

And sure enough, I was robbed by the queen's majesty. Unmitigated, it seemed that he was not happy to see me breathing regularly. Thanks to these documents I can forget for a moment what

I saw him last night. I work in front of my computer to the point that I don't

realized there was someone who entered the room of Mr. Anwar earlier and now out

and talk to Mr. Anwar.

"Did Nana turn into a hitler again?" I heard him ask Mr. Anwar

and suddenly I looked up, had a moment of silence because I saw two

Mr. Anwar, one young version and the other

old version, equally hensem oiii.

If Mr. Anwar is this handsome in his youth, fix, he must be the wrestler and dream of women.

Mr. Anwar just chuckled, "He's trying to educate the drops, so he'll calm down when he comes out."

"Are you seriously resigning?" tanyanya.

"Didn't he love money anymore" he continued.

"Yes, want to rest undaunted he said, later if you are satisfied around the world until the money runs out, he comes again.

The young Anwar only nodded in understanding then said,

"Nana's great! Finally his madness on money healed too."

"That's it, let him do what he likes. Later if you are bored, most also come alone and ask for work again," replied Mr. Anwar. What is Nana sespecial? Still in love despite resign?

"Go home, your mother has missed you until she wants to follow you yesterday,"

said Mr. Anwar again.

"Yes yes, where else to go" replied the Young Anwar.

Oooo son of Mr. Anwar anyway, deservedly similar, eleven twelve, eleven,

I concluded after hearing Mr. Anwar say 'Your mother'.

"Oh, Nara, this is my son Angkasa, the second child, just came home

"Hello Mr. Angkasa," I said manfully while standing and slightly lowered my head.

And he just nodded, then they walked towards the elevator while talking

something I don't clearly hear. They really get along.

Before actually getting into the elevator Mr. Angkasa turned his head again.

"Don't go home, continue tomorrow" he said

sniff one eye toward the document that is still pretty perched on

my desk.

"All right, sir" I replied courteously.

After the elevator closed I looked

the existence of the clock, jeez mbak Nana!!!

I hurried to Nana's room, knock on the door once, twice, three times

there was no reply, I opened the door and it was empty. Fucking mak attachments. Is he coming home secretly again? So tega.

I tidied up my desk and kept all the files on my computer well

and get ready to go home.

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Sovia:

[pict sending]

[Seek her prayers]

Finally this photo stopped by also on my phone, I guess it will only stop by social media only.

From the way he sent the message, I knew he was mocking me.

Me:

[Goodbye, good luck and good show tomorrow.]

Sovia:

[ Tq]

....

....

I thought there would be no more incoming messages because I waited a while but didn't come. Just a few seconds after that, my phone rang the bib sign of a message coming in.

Sovia:

[Don't cry]

He added some emoticons laughing out loud.

You heartless girl, you obviously know I'm going to cry and say that.

All right, I'm not gonna cry. And sure enough my audience didn't cry

that night. I strengthened my heart, suggesting that we were really not suitable and would have happiness for each other even if not together.

Me:

[Surely, anyways it is not good to cry over men]

There was no reply anymore, and I poured down my body preparing to venture into dreamland.

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Tik ... Tik ... Tik ...

Cracking the clock on the wall of my room, I turned my head and it was already two in the morning and I could not sleep. My mind drifted far away

the picture that stopped by earlier on the phone, I opened my phone again and looked at the photo

that again. Really nice, pretty, rich, high school.

My brother hensem, congratulations on your marriage tomorrow, may you be happy.

I got up, packed some stuff I brought from my village, I put it in a little cardboard box, I saw once again the contents of the card, there was a old-fashioned cell phone, there was a queen keychain, there was a hanger

pigeon lock, there's a bross crown and some other toys.

I also took a couple jacket from my closet with L&Y writing and also a little doll with the same symbol, all I put in the cardboard and I duct tape

repeatedly - repeatedly.

I keep it in the most hidden corner of this room, so I don't remember - remember the memories with Leonard.

Goodbye Leonard, may you be happy.