The Last Love's
Deadly Questions

“You deliberately want to make me get scolded by my mother huh?”

Think of directly widening the eyelids. The movement of his hand that was about to install the seat belt immediately stopped.

“Ngak. You do not accuse anyone carelessly,” Anggita replied a little ketus hear Alan's accusations.

“Terus why not directly say if you want to ask to be delivered to the market?” urged Alan because he was only a day at home, already scolded by his mother.

“You said five more minutes,” Anggita said so that the man next to her remembered what he said.

“Ya but you can--.”

“I'm afraid to disturb,” cut Anggita.

Alan no longer continued his words, he turned his head towards the lowered Anggita and turned his gaze in the other direction. The man let out a long sigh, before returning to ask, “Usually to the market equals him?”

“Sama driver in your home, but said mother earlier she was not feeling well.”

Suppose we're just answering the questions Alan asked soberly. Without trying to ask anything else, to prolong their conversation. He does not want to be labeled as a close person or a lot of questions. He also did not want to know anything about his master's eldest son.

Seeing Angita's unfriendly response, Alan no longer asked much. Only occasionally did Anggita say which direction Alan should take, until they finally arrived at the traditional market, where Anggita used to shop.

“You used to shop here?” alan asked again after seeing the market Anggita was aiming for.

The girl nodded quickly.

“Why? Emm, if you don't want to come in, you just wait here. Not too long anyway,” said Anggita saw a look of disgust on Alan's face.

The man looked like he rarely or never even set foot in the tradisinoal market. Plus today it fell on the weekly market, so sellers almost doubled more, and automatically became denser.

“No, I have to follow you,” reject Alan with a puffed up chest.

“Eh?” Aggita frowning with narrowed eyes.

“Why? I haven't been to this market for a long time, so all of you want to look around,” lontar Alan saw Anggita who looked at him strangely.

“Oh, yes udah.” Nod slowly, then walk into the market.

Just a few steps, they were immediately welcomed by many fruit sellers, as well as glassware at cheap prices.

You only shake, smile kindly, or bow when passing buyers or sellers who are old enough.

After a long period of jostling, they arrived at the middle of the market, the majority of which sold side dishes, vegetables, and other basic groceries.

Aggita began to choose fresh vegetables according to the list of groceries he made.

“Eh, Neng Anggita. What do you want to find, Neng?” ask a seller who looks old.

“Custom, Mom. Monthly expenditure for Ida bu,” Anggita replied with a warm smile.

He also ignored Alan who had since noticed himself a few steps behind.

“Eh, that's Neng Anggita's candidate huh? Well, if that is void dong so prospective mother,” chirps a woman seller of basic goods next to the vegetable seller Anggita came.

The girl turned her head, and followed the woman's gaze. He then chuckled and shook his head slowly.

“Not, Mom. This is my employer's son. Where anyone wants to be with me,” explained Anggita briefly introduced Alan to the seller subscription.

“Si Ujang son mother no tuh. Who try who does not want to be the same beautiful and good girl as you,” said he was so eager to get a friendly daughter-in-law like Anggita.

The girl's smile was so warm, making many sellers like her. The person who used to hear the joke, only responded with a smile.

Alan continued to follow where Anggita was stepping.

“You want me to bring?” the bargain saw Anggita who seemed to mind carrying her vegetable basket.

“No need, I can do it,” reject Anggita with a slow coil, then return to carry a green basket in his hand.

Many times Alan offered himself, Anggita still refused until when walking back to the car he did not want to be helped.

“You're pretending to be strong or are you stubborn?” Alan again asked questions as they were on their way home.

“No idea, it's up to you to think about what,” always Anggita does not care about the assessment of his employer's son.

He does not want to accept anyone's help. Not wanting to go back to feeling a second heartbreak like he had five years ago. It all started with the help that Galang gave him.

It does not matter if it is a man's attitude to weak women, an attitude of responsibility, or something else. Because for Anggita, all of that is the beginning of the formation of wounds.

Since accompanying Anggita in the market, Alan thought Anggita was a very cleaning girl, not resistant to the smell of fish and all sorts, and a girl who could not stand being in the crowd. However, all his perceptions were broken just like that after seeing Anggita's interaction with the people inside there. The way the girl spoke, bargained, and smiled, made Alan slowly start to be amazed and more curious about her.

“You really want to be the daughter-in-law of the mother earlier?”

“Which one?” tanya Anggita doesn't remember who Alan meant.

“Yang Si Ujang earlier,” said Alan.

“Pssfftt!” Aggita held back his laughter so as not to break.

“Why? Is my question funny?” said Alan saw Anggita who held back laughter.

“Hmm? No really. Just funny. Do you believe in these mothers?” ask Anggita back.

“Heh! I am the son of your master. So you have to answer my question first, not even behind nanya.” Alan glared his eyes and looked at Anggita fiercely. Do not want Anggita found herself who swallowed the words of the mothers in the market earlier.

“Iya, Sir,” said Anggita nodded obediently.

Just now Alan opened his mouth to tell Anggita to answer his question, Anggita first talk.

“Home. Where there are people who want to be with me,” Anggita replied with a thin smile.

Since he broke off his relationship with Galang, from that second also Anggita did not want to fall in love, or put hope in other men. He only tries to survive with himself, and always takes care and protects Jihan.

“Aha! No way,” cetus Alan was uprooted to hear Anggita's answer is too classic.

Let's just be quiet, let Alan laugh with satisfaction. He just took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“Sorry-sorry,” said Alan after successfully defusing his laughter.

“You've lived here a long time?”

“Five years range,” honest Anggita.

“Well! It is not possible that as long as there is nothing to take you, or there is no one you are estimating,” terka Alan.

Aggita is not too ugly, even the girl next to him looks beautiful, although it does not look to wear makeup on his face. His gaze was shady, his smile warm, and friendly. It was impossible for no young man to be uninterested in him.

“What's the reason?” anggita asked so curious because Alan did not believe in him.

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