Mine ?
62: Scratches of wounds and regrets

A pair of hands alternately holding a fan made of woven bamboo. The wagging movement is done so that the embers contained in a rectangular-sized container remain lit.

"Do you want corn boiled what's grilled?" shasyania asked, as she and Nevan waited in line at one of the street vendors.

"No, I didn't buy" he said, but Nevan's eye glint was not on Shasyania, but on two men who had been trying to steal the girl's eyes.

The glint of anger he showed, and inevitably it made the people immediately throw their faces with body gestures in panic.

He's mine, maybe that's what Nevan wants to say, so without further ado he immediately moves quickly to embrace Shasyania's waist.

"Cold," the pretext is made up.

Simultaneously the smoke that was not too dense began to burst into the sense of smell, and transmitted the seductive aroma coming from the grilled corn before him.

"Boiled corn, roasted corn?"

"Burn one...."

"Wait!" prevent Nevan when the seller starts taking one of his corns, "let me choose" he continued, sorting out the best quality he felt fit to eat Shasyania.

Seeing Nevan put on a serious face just because of the corn case, making Shasyania approach while testing the abilities of a Geonevan, "Why should you choose, not all the same?"

"Different dear...! Now look at it, the color of the skin is different. You know, the corn whose skin is still bright green indicates that the corn is still fresh, and if it is still tightly sealed like this, it also indicates that the quality is still good, and I'm sure, it must taste a lot better!" obviously Nevan, while thrusting the corn of his choice, "burn this one!" the door to the seller.

"But Geonevan, every time I buy here it still feels the same, it never disappoints."

"really?" his question was somewhat doubtful.

"Yeah...."

"Alright," Nevan said as he moved his head, then his gaze led to one of the other traders, "honey, you stay here first huh, I'm going there to buy a drink, okay?"

"Okay, ta.but," said Shasyania as she reached into the bag she was carrying, "this is Geonevan, the money to buy drinks," he explained, there was an awkward feeling when he handed her a piece of money, Shasyania is afraid that Nevan may misinterpret her intentions.

And sure enough the man immediately raised next to his eyebrows, with a probing look, "I still have money so just keep it!"

"It's not so Geonevan, now I ask you how much money you bring?"

"One hundred thousand."

One step closer, then he began to tell me, "As per my experience shopping here Geonevan, we must bring the right money to buy something we want, Geonevan, if our money is more and the merchant does not have change, then in exchange they will tell us to take other goods with the same nominal, then, and indirectly provide a solution by spending it" explained Shasyania, and she could catch the look of confusion from Nevan's face, "maybe it doesn't mean anything to you, but I think it's better to buy something we really need, without spending it just because of the taste of kasian. Even if it's linked on the basis of helping, I think it's also wrong. Wh why? because if we follow those desires, then it's just as if we're caught up in their strategy."

Every word of Shasyania's mouth was like a song to Nevan, clear and soft, "Thank you! and yaa! wherever there is an opportunity will certainly be utilized, want right or wrong is not important. What business!"

"Are you angry with me?"

Nevan gasped at Shasyania's question, "No, not at all! why should I be angry? on the contrary, I am very grateful!"

"Ohh.., because your tone is a little different," said Shasyania. Although lately the nature of Nevan turned warm, but still when he realized the man was angry then indirectly made Shasyania afraid, in addition, the shadow of frustration in Nevan when they met early still lingers clearly in Shasyania's memory.

"Sorry..," Nevan lamented, she knew there was bitterness in Shasyania's gaze, and she also realized her treatment must still be imprinted.

"This ring..," said the seller, handing him a pack of black-and-white-striped crackle bags with grilled corn inside.

The transaction process was completed, and now they were both heading towards other merchants, before moving closer to the coastal area.

"It's serious you want to sit down and eat here?"

"Yank you don't see that all around us are full of dating people, and you want us to join them? Ohh no-no!" said Nevan while circulating his gaze staring at a pair of teenagers who were cool to combine love.

"We're just sitting Geonevan."

"No, I don't want to!" he stressed, "the weather here is also not supportive. We can catch a cold if it lingers here!"

"Just for a second, until I finish this."

"It has to be here?"

"Yeah.., besides the view is good, the sea with moonlight, I like it!"

As if to understand the persistence of Shasyania, until Nevan began to agree but still with the plan he compiled. His right hand grabbed a mobile phone and swiped to find a name.

"Hallo Young Master?"

"Please get me a car to XXX beach!"

"Every Young Master."

Approximately ten minutes, until finally a four-wheeled vehicle with a three-letter brand was parked in front of the two teenagers.

"Is there anything else the Young Master needs?"

"No thanks, and here's my bike key!"

"Any Young Master." before moving away, the man first looked down respectfully.

Cklek!

"Why diem? comein!"

"Is this not excessive? and what if someone objected to a car coming into the beach area?" restless Shasyania, even he pulled Nevan's jacket.

"I guarantee it won't happen, so come on in! Enjoy the view while eating grilled corn," he said, smiling.

Two teenagers are in the same car, but with different corners of the field. One was engrossed in food with a straight-forward look, and the other was engrossed in seeing people eating until the occasional small laugh escaped in his mouth.

"Eating like this often? mhh means to eat here, ah no..no, rather, sitting in the sand while eating corn, often?"

"It used to be, but after the third grade Junior High School is rare, especially High School, most just buy and eat it at home."

Nevan squinted her eyes, "SMP is dating?"

"No," there was a smile on Shasyania's lips, "i came here with Dad, we often bought corn and ate it together."

Kreetek!

A voice that no one could hear, but Nevan could feel it, because it came from inside him. Yes, it was a picture of Nevan's broken heart when she heard Shasyania's words.

The oxygen forces were so lacking that he needed to find space, in order to be able to neutralize the pain that felt like a wedge of a dagger was slashing something in him.

He was afraid to speak, he was afraid to ask, and finally chose to be silent with all the anxiety that enveloped his heart. And for the umpteenth time he again grumbled his ego.