ELECTORAL MAN
Is Wrong

Is falling in love wrong? I should never have fallen in love. I should have been more able to take care of my heart. But I feel I can no longer shake this feeling. I surrendered. This taste is like water. Just flowed. And I seem to be thirsty. So I enjoyed the water flowing through my throat and my heart.

Aah, I haven't been in love long enough. Last time was about four or five years ago. After a heartbreak with Dito, I fell in love with Ayman. She's a widower with one baby. I first introduced Vera. Ayman is a friend of her husband Vera. He works at a TV station as a cameraman. Rada is shy. Although not as handsome as Dito, but I am amazed by his good personality. He is very religious. To be honest, I had expected more when he invited me to taaruf. I don't know why it just ended. He decided not to continue the taaruf process with me.

If Vera says, he is still hesitant to continue. Maybe she's still traumatized to be married again. According to Vera's story, he failed to maintain his household and decided to divorce because his wife was caught cheating.

If it is still traumatized, why ngajakin taaruf? it was the same as giving me hope. I'm a baperan, hehehe.

I was down when he decided not to continue the taaruf process with me. I spent days in turmoil. It's not as bad as a broken heart with Dito anyway. But failing taaruf with Ayman made me often dumbstruck.

When I was heartbroken with Dito, I locked myself in my room for days. Pondered while accompanied by loud songs. I really do mourn my stupidity. I love people who actually love my best friend. A friend who has always been a place to confide in me about Dito. They got married and I gave up.

When I was heartbroken with Ayman, I didn't cry for days. Just a quick swipe. Nyesek because it feels only in PHP host doang. Moreover, my age is mature enough. I hope he proposes to me soon.

Then after that came some other men. Some people introduced me, others I knew myself. Eeh, he meant to accidentally get acquainted. It's just about knowing and pedekate anyway. Not more. Starting from the single, in droves, to married men who claim to be widows. With them, I have no special feelings. Just ordinary. There is no incredible baper effect. I got acquainted with them only to follow the advice of those closest to me who advised me not to shut myself down.

Thank God, by opening the gap of acquaintance with them, eventually even found out their true..Hehe. Allah is All-Good. Not willing that a good woman like me falls in the arms of a jerk.

Until finally I was met with the Bald. The man who eventually married me. The man who made my withered hopes bloom again. I am happy to finally be able to marry a handsome man who is well established like the Bald One.

Despite the harsh reality I finally accepted. He did not marry me for love. But in order to qualify from his ex-wife to be willing to be referred again. I was disappointed, sad, broken. But slowly I began to think realistically. Maybe this has become my way of life.

I learned to accept reality. Let me be disappointed, tokh I still get compensation that is good value. My mood orientation suddenly changed from being disappointed at the level of gods because I felt trapped in a fake marriage to feeling happy because I could wind down.

Amazing right? no need to be tired of work. No need to bother. Just a capital feeling doang for the sake of helping people who really want to refer to his ex, I can get land, cars, money hundreds of millions. Let me know, nobody knows this.

If we get divorced, the reason is most cliche. No more matches or because of the third person. And his name is definitely ugly. Not me, hehehehe. Surely he who will be severely blasphemed by his mother for cheating on his ex-wife to be willing to divorce me.

But now everything's changed. This taste, exactly. I knew I was in agreement with him. I can't baper. But this feeling comes without excuse. I can't resist it. I fell in love with her. Falling into unusual feelings of liking.

Is love not possible because it is accustomed? yes, because I am used to being with him. Accustomed to seeing him. Accustomed to eating with him. Get used to talking to him. Yes, I am at home with him.

And his attitude he has been quite friendly with me. He does not keep my distance. He still treats me like a friend. He remained friendly and attentive.

And I'm basically a baper. Although at the beginning, he had stated that he still loved Meylan very much and hoped that half the dead could be referred to Meylan again. Still, I baper with his attitude he is in everyday life. Maybe he just thought it was normal. But for me, the sense of the baper that settles the longer the mountain can turn into love.

He is not like the cool guys who sell expensive that I often see in Korean dramas. That looks so ilfeel and keep the same distance super geeky girls like me. Despite the ending, such cool male characters are finally made limp and fall in love with the geeky girl. Of course after the geeky girl transformed into a beautiful beauty.

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I fell asleep on the couch. The clock showed at one o'clock in the evening, when he came home and woke me up. I wave.

"Why sleep on the couch? it's really cold here. Moreover, the AC in this middle room is damaged. Can't reduce the volume. You can catch a cold later, if you sleep here!"

Aih, what a concern for him. I became groggy.

"Are you waiting for me?" tanyakanya. She looks sweet once tonight even though I'm sure she hasn't had a bath. The scent of perfume was still so thick it smelled in my nose.

I was still sedated by the alluring scent of her perfume.

"Have you eaten? I brought martabak telor! it's really good. It's my favorite special o'clock." He opened a cardboard box filled with martabak and thrust it at me.

"Make it tomorrow. I ate it."

"What did you eat?" tanyanya while eating martabak.

"The instant noodles." Answer me while taking my eyes off. I was really nervous sitting alone with him like this. How can this be? yesterday was ordinary. Eeeh, just a little baper.

"Kok ate noodles anyway. I should have ordered food!"

"But I have a meeting with a client until ten p.m. It is a bit far away from its location. The area's jammed." He said without mentioning where the area was.

Cellphone ringing. As fast as lightning he reached into his pants pocket.

"Yes Dear. I just got home. You take a break!"

Deg. That must be Meylan. Instantly there was a rumble raining down on my heart. Why would he call Mas Farid these nights? I started to hear their conversation. Duh, why should in front of me he call Meylan? not moving where the cake is. I'm starting to get jealous.

Oudpps. Why am I jealous. I should have known myself. Who I am and who Meylan is. Remember the covenant, remember the covenant, whispered my heart. Aah, stupid time. Is not falling in love and jealousy a complete package. There can be no jealousy if there is no love.

Seriate.