The Noodle In Love
48. Son..

I allow my seat to be a little begging to the Son. The man seemed to like my style of sitting close to him. His face was smiling brightly. Actually, I just want my son to be more disappointed after I speak the truth.

"You're sorry for me?" ask my Son. The man quickly nodded.

"Of course, Linga. Have you not forgiven?" sahut Putra with a bright smile. I asked with my cynical smile.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Please don't apologize to me again. Don't ever come again. Never show up in front of my eyes again. I assume you are no longer in this world. I hope you understand what I want the most" I said tightly.

The face that once looked happy and bright, now cloudy fog is very thick. At once I was surprised by what I said was exactly the opposite. Ah, it was great to see the Son's expression like that.

"Linga, are you not wrong? You were playing me on purpose?" asked the son with a very disappointed face.

"No. I didn't speak wrong. I'm sorry if my son feels like I'm playing on purpose. Though I was unintentionally toying with," I said without feeling guilty.

The son can no longer smile. The man walked away from me by leaning back on the chair and seemed very uncomfortable. The face was also seen holding back the embarrassment on the two people sitting in front of him. It's a pity too, but my heart has been petrified for him.

"I think you're in a hurry to make a decision. What if you think about it first, Lingga? I'm sure that your parents would be disappointed if we were really apart. They are very happy if we stay together," said the soft son again persuaded.

"Is it really like that? I think my parents would have been very unaccepting if they knew what you were doing to me back then. Thank God I'm not a girl who likes to complain to family. So there's still your good name in their eyes. But, do not come near me anymore" I said with great annoyance at the Son.

"Don't be like that, Lingga. Please think about your decision. There's still plenty of time. At any time, my heart is still entirely for you, Linga. There will be no third party among us" said the Son again persuaded gently.

"It has. Don't say anything else to me. You better just go. Or whatever if you still want to be here."

It feels enough to make me a heart gymnast. Just talking even without making a loud noise, has made me gasp with a chest that beats very fast. I can no longer sit here.

"Ke, I'm going in first." I've dragged my chair back. Keke nodded with a stunned look.

"Sir Rush," I said to the man who had no idea what was in his head at this time, after knowing that me and the Son were no longer as special as he had understood. Clearly, Rushqi continued to listen openly without playing a cell phone at all.

"Let go, why do you dare to touch me?!" hardikku even though he knew that the Son would not take off his check.

"I want your phone number, Ling," said the Son, holding my arm. If I used to like it because it feels comfortable. Now it's the body soul tightness I feel.

"Didn't you also throw away my own number?!" I said it out loud. My hand failed to shake from his grip.

"Just block your number for a second, Ling. But after that, you have exchanged numbers quickly," complained the Son while slightly loosening his check. But stay the same way, strong.

"Already, release. No need to spend that time. You have been successful with what you want."

I took my hand back from the Son's hand. But very strong power of the Son even though the handle has loosened.

"I'm sorry, my son. Looks like Lingga is in pain with the grip of your hand. Please just let go" Rushqi said, reprimanding him suddenly. Although sitting in a chair, but his voice was loud and firm.

The son looked at Rushqi at a glance, then stared deeply at me. Those eyes implied a deep sense of regret, annoyance and confusion.

"I'm sorry, Lingga. I should have taken care of you. I've wasted you. Let me try to make it up to you, Ling. I'm begging you."

The son spoke in a deep and small voice. My hand slowly he let go, it felt very relieved and airy.

I looked at Rushqi who was still sitting leaning back leisurely but with a sharp look at me. I admit that the childish manager always cared about me.

"Alright, Lingga. I'll take my leave first. I will continue to wait for your welcome. Think with your clear head. Now you are emotional. Think earnestly," said the Son as he stepped back from me.

Just looked at Rushqi and Keke briefly before turning away and leaving the dorm terrace. The back of the Son who used to be very firm and comfortable I saw, now only my sad and sick shadow there.

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