The Noodle In Love
59. Bye Son

I don't know what else I'd think if there wasn't a Will Smith mess on TV. Even though there were not fifteen minutes in Errushqi's room, just being alone in the enclosed space with her, it was enough to make me a heart gymnast.

Which I guess is the same thing with Errushqi's current feelings. His attitude seems stiff and awkward to me. And seemed reluctant to look at me for a long time. Much different from his ignorant attitude when in the ironing room. I truly believe I was her first woman experience. Really, I think very excited and happy.

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Tonight, Rushqi did not take me to the beach, mall, mosque or other interesting spots in Batam. But I took me to Nagoya, at the restaurant and where his parents lived, aka the place of Hajj Harjo and Hajj Fatimah.

Now I feel it. Rushqi and the two hostesses left me alone at home without any meaningful explanation. I re-occupied the room house that I used to sleep in. It feels a little afraid because it is lonely and not used to it.

They go to cross-legged, and will discuss important things in the house of candidates besan, Keke's parents, and with Keke himself.

Which happens to be the Keke family also wants to talk about important things to my host family. I don't know what it's about, I don't know what it is.

What is clear is that the host family only asked me to wait quietly until they came back here. Especially Errushqi, my candidate even looked pity and heavy when he closed the room door before leaving me to go to the future wife's house with his family. My heart feels hot cold and languishing. .

After isya, a moment of silence was bored. Feeling yourself is a meaningless outsider. Rushqi and the family have not had any signs of return. Feels lonely. Suddenly want to go outside around the restaurant.

Seeing that maybe there is a menu that I like, I can also buy. The staff at the boarding house, I don't think I know one. And the children of Yanti, I don't know either.

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The meatballs I ordered and had paid off, it felt really good. Combine with a small glass of warm sweet tea. It will be my favorite food at all times.

Besides for me not boring, but also very easy to find, everywhere there will be found. Menu must be sold in every beloved territory of Indonesia.

"Good night, Lingga,,??!" greet the voice of the man I'm addressing who he is. Half can't believe I got him. True, the man who is actually very handsome, handsome and handsome, but in my eyes no longer memorable, is the Son, my ex-boyfriend who has the heart.

"Why are you here?" I get cold fast. I really want to avoid it immediately.

"What exactly are you doing here, Lingga? Nagoya is my new city of duty, close to my parents' appartments," explained Putra eagerly. The hope of my Son is still evidently continuing.

"This place belongs to my mother. I'm sorry, I have to leave immediately" I said to Son. Prepare to leave my desk in a hurry.

"Linga, I've been to your rental housing several times. But security kept rejecting me. I don't have your phone number. We accidentally met. I want to speak, Lingga," said the Son tightly grasping my right wrist.

"Take it off, I don't want to talk about us anymore. I don't want to talk to you, either. Let go" I asked in a soft voice.

I am powerless because I am full, I feel full. That delicious meatball bowl is big enough, one glass of warm tea has also been spent. This is how it feels to be upset. All the food that tasted delicious I could not waste in the slightest. But after that it feels really tight..

I also did not want to waste my wasted energy shaking my hand. It will not work, Putra is very good martial arts, his strength is very strong. This man even won various martial arts races in his teenage years.

"Follow me a minute, Lingga. My parents are dying to see you. Can you come with me to meet them? My mom and dad don't know if we're separated. They wanted to see you so badly, "This son's persuasion made me even more angry with him.

"Let go of my hand!" hardikku hard, but the Son does not want. My hands are still in his hands.

"Dam!! The son!! Let go of Lingga's hands!! You dare to repeat your actions?!!" keke's familiar voice, calling out suddenly from behind me.

"Keke,,??!" I cried with uncertainty. Between relief, haru and longing. I miss you, because I feel so guilty. I stabbed Keke in the back. I wanted to hug him and apologize to him a lot.

"Let go!" hardik Keke again on the Son. Keke's beautiful eyes glinted at the Son with hatred.

"It's none of your business, miss!" exclaim Putra with a rough tone and a loud voice. This man also seems to be very dislike of Keke. They were clashing with hostile eyes.

"Mas Son! What did you do to my son's future wife??!!"

Suddenly the call of Haji Harjo was heard from our side. It appears that the Hajj sir walked closer quickly with Errushqi and the hajj.

"What do you mean, Mr Harjo?!" ask the confused son.

"You surprised?! Therefore, do not carelessly cut off your lover! Now that you're getting married, you're sorry??!!" keke shouted loudly. I was surprised what happened to their meeting. Has Errushqi explained everything and Keke can be so sincere? Ah, Keke...

"Brother Son, let go of Velingga's hand. You guys have nothing to do anymore. Is it not shameful?"

This time Rushqi rebuked the Son with his heavy and resolute voice. It turned out to be very effective. The son looked at Rushqi and me for a moment. My hands felt loose and came back very airy. The son has completely released him.

"Linga, is she really your future husband?!" asked the Son suddenly fixedly looking at me.

Of course I feel overwhelmed. How answer? Rushqi hasn't asked me yet, the host hasn't spoken to me yet and moreover there's Keke standing beside me. Really simalakama.

"true." "true." "Yes!"

Suddenly three compact answers came out from the voices of three different people. They are Errushqi, Harjo sir and the last Keke to say out loud. Ah, Keke...

The son scooped his face twice.

"So so? If so, I give up. Assume that Lingga is no longer my responsibility, even though it feels very heavy for me. The phallus came here because of me. From now on, I leave Velingga to you, Rushqi. Also to your family, hajj sir. I'm sorry. Excuse me," said Putra hurriedly.

The man walked away no longer looking at me. I know that my son is feeling very disappointed. His sharp eyes implied deep wounds and regret.

It's the same as a few months ago. When the Son left without looking at me and did not care about my howling. Now he's gone without me caring about the shame and regret he endured. It could be that it would be buried deeply in his soul for a very long time.

Only I said many times in my heart to him, bye Son, bye Son, bye Son, bye Son.. Don't ever to meet you...

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