Wedding Dust's
35. Nadya Ayunda

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...don't the same Nadya? ⁇ ️...

Tara asked me to stop by her contract. I also asked Bagas for permission to return home late. But no problem, Bagas also came home a bit maleman because there was a meeting at the headquarters.

She's an apartment, Tara treats me with some light Snacks and cold drinks that are usually nongol in television commercials.

“Seriously I asked, Lo any problem what the hell is the same mbak Nana? How come the woman hated you so much.” cerocos Tara after returning from the bathroom. He sat on the sofa right next to me in a pretty brutal gesture.

“Gue want to ask you first, Ra.”

“Ask what?”

I squeezed the black material skirt I was wearing. With disturbing emotions mixed up, I began to compile word by word so that Tara could understand my point without having to guess if I had to play with Hansel.

“You know my problem is the same Bagas all this time, right?”

“So?”

“According to elo, if I do the same thing as Bagas did all this time, am I wrong?”

But my calculations are not accurate. Tara knew so easily.

Tara shone a sharp glare at me without waiting for the seconds to change. His face looked stiff and his look was full of questions. “Lo cheating?”

“Gue just asked how elo Ra thinks. Not even back to me.”

I can see the frown on Tara's forehead getting swooped. He's starting to look uncomfortable. “Wrong. Elo was so wrong if to say it behind Bagas. Especially if you have a goal to reply Bagas.”

I nodded in agreement because what Tara said did not hurt at all. My position is wrong here.

“Elo no longer datingain to reply Bagas right?”

I'm shaking. My body feels like it's overridden by a mountain. Very heavy, even just to scoop up the air.

“Then, the same elo problem mbak Nana, what?”

My brain began to consider the answer I was going to tell Antara. She was not a little girl that could be fooled just like that. Maybe he knew, or even heard rumors in the office about me, but he chose to shut up and wait for me to talk to him himself.

“I..”

Suddenly the phone I put on the table shook. The name that appeared on the screen made Tara turn her head with festering eyes towards me. I bit my lower lip with worry.

“Pak Hans?”

I'm silent. Letting the call on the phone stop, until it then vibrates back.

“So, the news spread in that office, right?”

I'm still quiet. There's no word I want to say. My brain was suddenly dead-end, my voice suddenly mute.

“Nad. Elo no longer play the same sir Hansel right?”

I smiled bitterly. Finally the sentence came out of Tara's lips. Then he shook his head in disbelief because I was still silent. I can't make a sound at all. My tongue.

My silence, is the answer for Tara.

“Nad,”

“She maksa, Ra.” sahutku fast. Started to take some of the burden that accumulates on the shoulders and makes it difficult to breathe.

“Jeez, Nad. How far are you guys?” tara asked with her mouth covered with palms. Should I reveal the truth if I feel threatened and trapped at this time? Or, that would sound absurd to Tara, and then she drew the conclusion that I was crazy for having dared to play behind my husband with my own boss?

“Gue—gue don't know Ra.”

I bow down to lose. There are no more lines of defense that I want to listen to Tara. It is my fault, it is entirely my fault for having dared to open my heart to another man. And this is a risk I have to take on myself. Yeah, alone.

“Gosh.” complained Tara once again while pinning her hair back then squeezing it.

“At first I just want to share a complaint with Mr. Hansel about my problem with Bagas, because he continues to give me comfort. Until I finally tried to resist as he kept urging me to get into a relationship. I've tried to resist it, Ra.”

Our eyes met at a glance, but I immediately diverted them from feeling embarrassed. Shame on my own behavior for which there is no truth.

“Dimming, Lo Ease before Bagas tau from others, Nad.”

“The problem, it's not that easy, Ra. Hansel threatened me to tell Bagas about my sulut—” relationship started to get fiery because he felt cornered by Tara's words which once again, were true. But it immediately came to a halt when it remembered the threatening sentence Hansel had said back then.

“Abviously, elo talked to Bagas.”

I don't know how many times I've shaken. “Gue not ready to lose bagas.”

“From getting more protracted and elo too far? Meningan elo honest to Bagas. Obvious to dia—”

“Gue not ready to lose him Ra. My hunch, he will not want to accept any reason and my explanation later.”

“That's just Lo's loser mind, Nad. Bagas. He definitely wants to be horrified elo and take the middle path as a solution.”

I want to cry now. But I'm still trying to look tough in front of Tara.

“Gue was afraid that he would leave me, Ra.” my murmur held a grim and tightness in the chest until I clapped several times to the source of the pain in me at this time. “Gue—”

“Trust me equally. Bagas will be more able to understand if elo himself speaks. Believe me the same. Okay.”

***

All the talk with Tara this afternoon, still remembered and clearly ringing in my ears. Two sides of me are fighting each other to make a choice. Until the Nissan Juke that I rode with Bagas, had entered the city park parking area which tonight is not so crowded as the weekend.

Tara's words filled my brain again. And I made up my mind to tell Bagas about this matter later.

After getting out of the car, Bagas grabbed my palm for him to hold and hold it tightly. His large palm was so warm that it spread to the heart and made a pain. I stared at her perfect side feature, then thought. What if he can't forgive me and chooses to leave?

One pull surprised me from a daydream that turned out to have happened for a very long time. Bagas was looking at me straight from the iron chair filled with accent on the backrest he was sitting on. Oh, my God, why am I doing this?

“You daydreaming? Any problems?”

I smiled clumsyly. “Ngak.”

Bagas patted the empty chair beside him, and I just sat down with a feeling that had almost exploded. I'm so afraid to imagine the reality if people are as good as Bagas, I've played with. I regret.

“I want to tell you something.”

I rotated my head, looking at her with slightly blurry eyes as it held back tears.

Then, he reached into his pants pocket and grabbed my hand for him to put on his thigh. He smiled gently and I was astonished to see what was currently on top of my open palm. A plane ticket to Surabaya, for me.

“Sorry, the office is having a big problem, so my cut submission was rejected Nad.”

I almost cried hearing it. How can I go back alone to my mom and dad's house? Maybe I can answer with reality that Bagas can not leave his job, to anyone who asks. But, what about me? How will I feel later?

“Then, do not need.” sahutku fast and return the plane ticket into the hands of Bagas. Also, the intention that I had gathered to tell Bagas everything, about my relationship with Hansel, just went out when I imagined I was going alone without him. “Wait for you to leave.”

“Hey. Dear ticket dong, Nad.”

“No matter.” my mouth is burning with emotion. You just don't know what my heart feels like right now Gas. Hearing you can not come back to Surabaya alone, has made me like a desperate person. What if I really lose you?

O God. How'this?

“Dengerin me first.”

“Neg. Once no yes no. Know?!”

Bagas looks surprised at my sound that is loud enough to attract some people around us.

“Nad,”

“You're off, we're leaving together. That's what I want. Not going home alone without you like this?”

Bagas turned his face to the sky with his words closed and his lips opened. She's frustrated.

“Other times I'll accompany you. Next time, we go home together. But this time, I really cannot Nad.”

I stood still and stared straight at the road that was getting nightly, getting crowded and crowded.

“I promise, if my cut submission next time accepted, we go home together.”

“Ngak.”

“Nad, your mother and father called me last night.” he said grudgingly. It's critical. If they've called Bagas, it means there's nothing they want. “Father ask me for help, in order to transfer money for the cost of care of rice fields.”

They are still the same. “So, I nitiped to you. Love them directly, yes?”

“Why are you willing?”

My eyes began to dew and the clear grain that I had been holding back, fell on my cheeks. “Send my greetings and apologies to them for not being able to nganter us home.” said Bagas again grabbed my palm and put the ticket back.

Should I still open the betrayal I did in front of Bagas? He's too good, and I don't want to lose him.

“Back home, yes?”

I stared straight at the round bead of Bagas I had just noticed, so beautiful even under the dim light of night among the towering trees. The look in those eyes was so warm. In the end, I nodded and could no longer refuse.

“Well, that's dong. Do you have a mellow scene first? You mah,” cerocosnya joking while wiping my tears that fall back.

“Smiling dong. I don't like seeing you cry gini.”

I tried to smile even though it was hard. Until Bagas and I were surprised by the greeting of someone who was standing not far from where we were sitting.

“Nadya?” call him enthusiastic that instantly made my palm wet and cold.

Him, Hansel. Stand in front of me and Bagas. His left hand carried a beautiful little girl who had narrow eyes similar to Hansel and adorable round cheeks, and one other hand... grasping the palm of a woman who had such a beautiful charming smile. The smile that made me feel guilty.

“Known, Ma. This is Nadya, my assistant at the office.”

The oriental-faced beautiful woman reached out in front of me without hesitation. She mentioned her name without knowing who I was to her husband. “Yuana. Hansel's Wife. Nice to meet you, Nadya.” []

^^^to be continued.^^^

Guess what, will Nadya be alone in Surabaya?