Bitter Tongue In-Law
34. No Nuna Starts Today

Bian slowly raised his hand and placed it where Nuna's back was. Patting customers to be calmer, even though he himself was confused what made Nuna sob like this.

For a while Bian let Nuna be on his shoulders. Letting the woman take out a burden that she might still keep alone.

One second, two seconds later, Nuna loosened her arms and looked up at Bian.

"Sorry, I got carried away. I'm home, yeah. I'm sorry if I've been so wrong and troublesome. Thank you for your help and whatever you give me. We are still friends even though our distance is no longer close. We can still communicate. I'm right, right?"

"really. We can still exchange news. What time is he coming home tomorrow? I want to see Cashel, I'll miss him for sure." Bian tried to harden his heart which suddenly felt heavy to let Nuna go far away from him.

"Tomorrow early in the morning, about seven."

"Don't forget me, yeah. And one more thing, you should give me a lot of news about Cashel's development. I need to know at the age of her age can be anything."

"Surely, I'll give you the news as often as possible. Can I go home now?"

Bian just nodded while gently shuffling the woman's long hair.

If to be honest, there was a little happiness in Nuna's heart seeing the change of Bian who was already not as cold, indifferent, and everything when they first met. Although he himself also did not know what made the man change, either his true nature, or indeed he was actually attention just hidden in his cold nature. I don't know, Nuna doesn't really understand Bian's character. He still could not feel the true nature of the man. All he knows is that Bian has a good, sincere, and unpredictable personality. A little good, a little jutek, and soon cold and haughty.

Nuna's steps were heavier than the ones before. On his way out of the store, he stared at the pantry, the storefront, and the entire store carefully and meticulously. He deliberately walked slowly to enjoy the store that he had stopped for three days to connect life. This was the last day he saw this scene, after this either he would set foot in this city or not. He himself does not know.

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Farewell is the hardest thing for anyone. Although everyone knows separation is a sure and absolute thing that will happen to all humans in this corner of the world.

"Nuna, maybe Bian was busy and didn't have time to tell you. We're leaving now, yuk! We'll be home later. You send her a message if we leave now. Let him not come here, pity, it will be if you have already come here and no one," advised Ibu Nuna.

Nuna actually still wanted to wait, I don't know, she just wanted to meet the man one last time. After a few seconds wasted, finally with a heavy heart the woman agreed to depart without waiting for Bian longer. For the last time, he stared at the building he spent with the child and Bian who often visited the house.

During the trip, flashes of his friendship with Bian danced in the head. The togetherness is quite short, but meaningful in every moment. Getting used to something and then suddenly having to get rid of it is not easy.

If Nuna is immersed in the memory of being with Bian, then things are different for the man to feel. Several times he glanced at his watch with a panicked face. Thinking of Nuna going home to her village, Bian falls asleep when the clock strikes three in the morning.

Having just felt a dream, Bian was surprised by the sun that had entered the sidelines of his room. With a hasty movement without a shower, he washes his face and replaces the clothes that are important style is still suitable for use out of the house.

The clock had already shown at seven in the morning when he was riding his iron horse. At full speed and as if he had an excess of life, he overtook the vehicle that blocked his path.

Bian had tried his best to get to Nuna's house quickly. But what power, once he reached the house, he had found an empty house and a door that had been locked tightly.

Disillusioned by the circumstances, he sat weakly on the porch chair. He reached into his pocket intending to contact Nuna where he had arrived.

[Bian, I'm leaving, yeah. You don't have to come here. Sorry, I can't wait too long. I'll call you when I get home.]

Bian breathed a heavy sigh. His intention to catch up with Nuna somehow suddenly paled after seeing the message from the woman. With a limp, shaky, and seemingly helpless step, Bian returned to his motorbike and left the house.

And Bian's daily return without Nuna begins today.