When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
Leave you
Michelle packed the entire outfit into a suitcase and a large plastic bag before Paijo came home from a heated debate on the beach.
Seeing all his personal belongings have entered all, he put himself briefly in bed. Smell the fragrance of Paijo left on pillows and blankets.
Michelle let out a satisfied sigh like she felt an unbeatable pleasure. Smelling the scent of Paijo that every time he had to sleep, must be accompanied by his embrace. Horrified.
“This is how to leave home before the battle of hearts occurs. Limes, Jo, Paijos. I hope you come to my apartment, find me, hug me, I'll give you a gift. New clothes, new status, new KK and my family.”
Michelle smiled at the beauty of love in her apartment because it could be ascertained, her territory made her more violent.
Michelle stared at their perfunctory wedding photos—looks like people gathering while forcing a smile on the phone.
“Later if you have broken up with Puspita, we can make a beautiful, intimate wedding, in my villa in Bali. After that we honeymoon, mating every day.”
The crazier the imagination, the more lovable Michelle was. But he realized, Paijo was grappling with complicated feelings. The pair of eyes that looked at him thoughtfully must have been difficult. And because he loved her. Michelle recalls the car keys and the drugs.
There was no passion when he opened the door of the house and the trunk of the car. He stuffed his big suitcase and plastic with a grim face.
“I go home sweetie first, work. Let you be proud of me. My weapon pencils can scent our scandals with achievement. Uhuk... I sincerely love you.”
Michelle locked the door of the house and put it on the sidelines of the ventilation.
“I work first, Jo. Bye-bye sweetie's. Finish your business. Good luck.”
The roar of the car engine slowly left the courtyard of the house that was every afternoon on Paijo's broom. Asiatic Michelle looked at it from the window of the room while smiling to herself.
After exiting the road that connects his home with a rural road. The red car that shot from there, fishing attention Paijo who just came after driving Puspita to the police from the opposite direction.
Paijo believes the car is the only one in the area. And he was more convinced when he arrived home, life in the house was quiet. Paijo fingered the lock on the sidelines of the vent.
His mind that only suspected Michelle out to look for something or the streets suddenly mixed into a dilemma. Empty closet without clothes, no makeup, neat mattress is not as usual.
Time went so slowly, the weight of the load today made him kick the door in frustration.
“Not greeted with a hug and coffee, you also went to leave me and your nightgown on the clothesline. Icelandic... Icelandic... I was struggling to break my engagement rope with Puspita. Instead of breaking up, the business gets harder. But I am glad you are gone. Puspita will be looking for you and I have to go back to father's house.”
Tired, Paijo lay down on the mattress that had been living in the splash of Michelle's perfume that increasingly received a touch of strengthening the aroma of the perfume base notes.
“Joh... Johs... By stayin perfume.” Paijo clenched bolsters that often replace his position—in hug Michelle— tightly. “Luwih tasty Michelle, although nyokotan but can be loved.”