THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 22 - JORDAN THAT MAKES ME ENCHANT

I believe, God is All-Good. Always hushudzon, there is nothing better than His Provisions.

After finishing eating a plate of rice rames complete side dishes, I and Genta brought Mas Jonathan Harvest to his food factory.

...CV JAVA FOOD HARVEST...

Me and Genta gaped. It turned out that the factory was not an ordinary home-based factory like Mas Jo said.

This is a big factory!

"Come on! I'll show you your mess! Uh but... Today is Saturday. Factory holiday, I forgot! All the employees who stayed in the mess were also on all the home. Including mr. Robin's personnel revision. Hm...! Yes, for a while you slept in my house!"

Genta and I are very lucky.

We brought Mas Jo to the back of the factory. There's a black gate sealed shut. It turns out that behind it stands a magnificent house that its owner occupies.

The house was big, but it felt very cold and quiet. Even in my eyes the luxurious house was impressed haunted.

Mas Jo called his ART.

"Citraa! Zillipa!"

"Yes Gege?"

"Please take my guests to the room!" his orders with vibes full of charisma.

"Let's go ahead, Kaka!"

"Thank you, Ma'am!"

"Together!"

I stopped for a moment,

"But Jonathan! Thank you so much for your help! I am deeply indebted to Mas!"

"Don't think too much, Liana! Rest first! At five we'll have tea together!"

"Ba_good! Thank you very much, Mum!"

Me and Genta were amazed by the luxurious rooms that Mbak Citra intended for us to occupy.

"Sister! We're so lucky!" genta whispered to make me nod.

"Good man! And we should repay his kindness by working well too!" I said to Genta.

I believe, in this life God has arranged in such a way. We as human beings must have gratitude and compassion. Must have empathy and try to be a person who is good at thanking and reciprocating.

There are sweet potatoes there is taras, there is mind there is reply. So roughly his private.

Enough time for me to rest.

A tired and tired body with a mumet and chaotic mind can I rest for a moment.

My room is next to Genta. But it feels like living in a different house so spacious his room.

Really rich guy, tajir twisting.

I'm tired, but I can't sleep. Just tilt to the right and to the left while playing hape.

Treeetc... Treeetc... Treeet

My phone's vibrating.

...Mr. Saleh is calling...

"Hallo! Assalamualaikum! Mr Saleh!?"

...[.Hello, waalaikumsalam! It's me Jordan, Liana! Liana, where are you? Where are you? Mr. Saleh said your rented neighbor said you moved. Whither? Loc share, Liana!]...

I squinted my eyes. Smiling faintly heard Jordan's voice in an anxious tone.

Jordan! You're really a good friend! I used to be mean to you. But you easily forgot our childhood! I was ashamed of myself. Especially after I open the paperbag giving your Mammu. There's a white envelope with five hundred thousand dollars. And that money is the mainstay of our transport costs moving to the suburbs of the Capital.

"Jordan, sorry! I'm moving away now. Thank you for worrying about me. Thank you very much!"

...[.Lianas! If you have a problem, tell me. We can have a discussion, Liana! I am so glad to see you again after so long! Do you... actually hate me?]...

"Of course not, Jordan! I was so ashamed of my behavior towards you in the past. I'm also very happy to see you again. Really am! But... My brother and I have a problem now, Jordan! May God still give us a chance to meet again."

"Oh my God, please Jordan! Please don't misunderstand me! I moved without telling you. Because we're not doing well. We are fleeing more precisely! Not because you don't want to be friends in a wheelchair!"

...[.Whahuh? What do you mean, Liana?]...

"I hope your understanding. Sorry, I didn't mean to stay away let alone avoid and don't want our friendship back together. Please convey my thanks to Mother Tiur! Excuse me... Not that I meant making you misunderstand. Next time I get a chance to go back to Jakarta, I'll stop by your house, Jordan!"

...[.Liana where are you? Which city are you in?]...

"Me and Genta are now in Cibinong. We plan to work in CV JAVA FOOD HARVEST factory."

...[.A cibinong? Java Food Harvest Factory? Really?]...

"Yes, Jordan! We've already received the owner, and tomorrow will be straight to work!"

...[.Mercifully. Lianas! Can I keep calling you? What's... Would it be okay if I...mmm called you these nights? What...are you married? I forgot to ask you yesterday! Excuse me... I.want to be friends with you, Liana]...

I smiled unconsciously.

Jordan Ardian, my SD friend for six years. He used to be fat, with thick glasses. Jordan's quiet. Super quiet. He had no friends and sat alone in the back row.

It turns out that even now I see despite being transformed into a handsome man, Jordan still has a weakness of not confidence. Especially now that he is in a wheelchair. I don't know why he couldn't walk and just sat in a wheelchair.

...[.Lianas? Hallo's? Liana?]...

"I still hear your voice, Jordan!"

...[.Oho! Hehe... Oh my goodness, I am ashamed! What am I doing in your eyes, Liana?]...

"Hehehe! Cute adorable. It feels like we're back to being 12 years old! Hehe..."

...[.Liana, you haven't answered my question just now!]...

"What?"

...[.Your status. Is she still a girl or married? Am I interrupting?]...

"I'm.just divorced. And now it's resting! What are you doing yourself? How's Mother Tiur doing? May you and your mother be well!"

I don't know why. Talking on mobile with Jordan is like I'm back young and passionate. His voice, his tone on the phone, sounded so sweet spoiled and pleasant. I feel like my body is getting a booster shot and ready to face the day ahead.

...[.Lianas! Can I call you every night? Do you mind?]...

"Haha... I'd mind if you asked for a sling, Jordan! Upsss sorry... I don't mean you're the one sitting in a wheelchair. I swear to God, I was spontaneous. Not from the heart and just the origin of the talk!"

Ouch, Liana! Stupid you! It's always been like taunting and insulting Jordan.

...[.Hehe... Worry not! I can already understand your true nature now. You are actually kind, humorous and like to joke. Do not like to make others sad, especially if there is an evil intention. But sometimes you are joking. That's what's often mistaken about the person you're good at!]...

Good Lord! Jordan can really read me. He now knows my true nature.

"Jordan! Thank you for being friends with me... Which has many shortcomings. Which... The reality is that people are annoying to be shunned even hated by people! Hik..."

...[.Lianas? Wh why? You cried? Lianas! Liana change mode on video call, okay? I want to see your face!]...

"What's Jordan doing? To see my cheek that's puffed up like a mangrove? Or...do you want to see my ugly, swollen face and flood of tears?"

...[.Lianas! Pleases... That's not what I meant! You're just sad. So that your words are bad and vilify yourself. It is different from me being physically disabled. You're so much better than me, Liana! L'm... The flaw! I, I can't work like a normal person. Me, just always troubling my family especially my mom. Even my Papa got sick and died thinking about my situation! My brother was also disappointed and rarely came home to work hard to meet my needs. I...mature man, but can't do anything!]...

I could hardly hear Jordan sobbing.

"Jordan! Jordan...! Hik hikks don't be sad, Jordan! God loves us. God has privileged us because we are strong! Hik hik hicks..."

Now our faces look at each other through a flat screen. There were teardrops rolling down our cheeks. No spoken words. Just looking at each other and smiling bitterly. Why God chose us to be the less fortunate.

Long time looking at each other, Jordan made my cheeks so red.

Our age is not the age of teenagers. It is not the time to fall in love, praise each other for the emergence of taste and vibration.

I lowered my head. Closing your face with one hand while laughing.

...[.Why, Liana?]...

"I'm ashamed! It's old but we're koq kayak teenaged teens. Haha..."

[Haha... Yes khan? I said what too! Meeting you, chatting like this, it feels like I'm back to being a fat little Jordan with thick glasses! Yes khan? Haha.].

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