The Stupid of Laweyan's Shoulder
Chapter 37: The Illusion of Destiny.

"Thank God. If Mbak Mesha wants to live a new life. I'm happy for you." Grisa took a seat next to Mesha after ordering a few packs of chicken porridge.

The words that shot out of Grisa's mouth for others sounded ordinary. But not in Mesha's ears. Words are like insinuations. The heart of the woman who was once married, like being squeezed. Under the table, he plays his fingers. Holding feelings.

"Thus ... Sa– Eh, Mas Sakha was lucky to get Mbak Mesha," continued Grisa.

Again, the word Grisa like raining against the heart of Mesha.

"Yes, I feel that way too. She's the girl I've been craving for all this time. But, if you may know, you're ready for Dek Mesha?"

Grisa smiled.

"I'm her ex-husband's sister, Ms. Mesha."

"Oh, Mas Giyan's brother."

Mesha looked at the two people nearby tensely. He felt bad about the mood at the moment. The voice of the owner of the chicken porridge stall stopped the conversation of the two people earlier. The man told me that the order was done.

"That means, Mas Sakha really knows Sha's past." Grisa glanced towards Mesha.

"Yes. And I'm not gonna bother with that."

"good. May your marriage be successful and long lasting. I'll say goodbye first."

With a polite smile, Grisa left Mesha and Sakha who were still enjoying the food.

Mesha constantly stirred the porridge in his bowl with a blank look. Sakha, who was worried about him, grabbed the woman's hand.

"What are you thinking? That's the porridge you want to stir until when?"

"Nothing, Mom. I'm full already."

Sakha frowned. He was sure, Mesha had just scooped his porridge. How could it be so filling?

"Already, Deck. Don't think about anything strange. Finish the porridge, I saw you just ate how many spoons."

***

On the other hand, a young man who was still lying on the bed was screaming hysterically. Both of his eyes were still tightly closed. His shout made someone run barging into the room.

"Bro? Bro! Wh why? Build, Zay. Wake up!"

A moment later, Zayan gasped. The man sat down after waking up from sleep. Both of his palms rubbed hard on his own face. Meanwhile, his close friend stared with a feeling of worry.

"Samples why, Bro?"

"That's .. I'm just a nightmare."

"Hmmm. So, not jarkoni! He said that after dawn, you can't sleep, 'ora ilok'."

Zayan smiled shyly at his friend's insinuation.

"My friend has breakfast ready. We're told to eat first."

Zayan nodded.

Zayan usually lives in a small rented house with other college friends. However, this time. He returned to Karman's hometown. A small town bordering Karangsoka village.

"Oh yes. We're going to a bookstore near a city park, right?" sela Zayan's.

"Yes, so. After breakfast."

After finishing the dishes and cleaning the dining room, Zayan and Karman say goodbye to Karman's mother. They both walked towards a stop. A few minutes later, a city bus with blue paint stopped in front of the two young men.

"Here, bus. Come on!" bring Karman.

City buses are on the city streets. Then stop at a stop not far from a place overgrown with shady trees. Zayan and Karman walk towards a bookstore that sells new books as well as old books.

However, Zayan's focus was instead on the scenery around him. Unintentionally, he almost hit a girl in a salem dress. The man next to the girl swiftly put his hands on the girl's shoulders.

"Sorry!" Coincidentally, Zayan and the woman were talking together. At a glance, the two people looked at him and then looked down. There was a strange feeling running through Zayan's chest when he saw that person. But the embarrassment prevented her from continuing to stare at the pretty face earlier.

"Are you okay, Dek?"

"It's okay, Mum."

"Other times on the road, be careful. My fiancee could get hurt." The man rebuked Zayan.

Embarrassed and unkind, Zayan apologized. He cupped his hands in front of his chest and turned around. Meanwhile, Karman, who had walked far ahead, called out to his close friend.

"Are you really okay, Dek Mesha?"

"Yes, Mas. It didn't hit."

"That's like a guy gone wrong, Dek. I'm stealing the same look you keep."

"It's just Mas Kha's feeling, maybe."

"Yes yes, Dek. Indeed, having a beautiful wife-to-be should be wary."

"Hell, molly!"

This time, at least Sakha could see Mesha's big smile again, after the incident at the chicken porridge stall earlier. He felt he had to thank the man who almost hit his future wife. Therefore, he can embrace and see the laughter of his heart.

Elsewhere, Zayan shook his head constantly. Trying to brush off the faint shadow of the face of the woman who passed him earlier. Sometimes, even the book in his hand was pressed into his own head.

"Why the hell, Bro? From then on, I saw that behavior was strange. Did something happen near the park?"

"So. Nothing, really."

With his usual calm style, Zayan returned the book in his hand to the shelf. Then, the man walked to another bookshelf. While Karman, he followed.

A few minutes had passed, Zayan queued at the cashier table with a few books in his hand. Karman just bought a book. After paying, the two of them walked towards a simple cafe. Ordering coffee and snacks.

"I almost hit a girl. And his face was very familiar" Zayan said after sipping coffee in front of him.

"Beautiful?"

"It's not that problem . after all, she's with her future husband."

"Waaaa .. waaaahhh .. danger! Don't get kicked out, bro. Time yes, cool and handsome guy sampean, same crush of people's future wives!"

Zayan pinched Karman's lips with anxiety. Quickly, his friend brushed his hand away.

"If you say that don't be careless! Listen to the story first, see. Just a comment, that's."

"Yes, yes .. sorry," said Karman as he rubbed his lips reddened by Zayan's pinch. "How is the story?" continued.

Zayan described his feelings when he saw the woman.

"Just saw that girl for the first time, didn't you, Bro?"

Zayan nodded then folded his hands on his chest.

"Yes already. Why thought? Lupain, done!"

"Yes. But if it's remembered, like something's stuck."

"Yes, don't remember!"

Zayan clucked in frustration. He felt free to tell this all to his friend. He also felt annoyed when he saw some figures hanging on shady trees in the park earlier. Some of them, guessing whether Zayan can see their form or not.

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