Darling Nickname

In my heart I want to make the object of revenge, maybe it's just wishful thinking. But if there is an intention for that, then there must be a sacrifice. Wasting youth to achieve clear goals. This hurt and heartache must be avenged.

Let's start the game by pitting each other. Eh, what's there to complain about? Sheep? Nope. Where do you want lamb from? But my plans have nothing to do with sheep. There is also no pitting against each other and the like. It's just that my impudence has spread all over my body. So that everything has synchronized to form an alliance. Well, I'm gathering alliances from all over this body. Not with the cultivation way of Chinese novels. But like learning how the properties of each.

Enough of the long and wide discussion that makes no sense. From now on, I will distribute my all to avenge this heartache. So it didn't take long, this time I was in a beautiful place.

"Guess. Where have I been now?" I asked while holding the cellphone. But before answering, I answered myself. "Yep, that's right. I'm in front of your house right now. Let's go out for a walk."

Of course the one I want to go out with is the woman I want to use as a revenge medium. A thirty-eight year old woman that I should be able to get. If I can't do it, don't call me Devan.

In a novel whose title is 'Betrayal of Love', the figure of Devan Juliardi is an antagonist who wants to destroy single parent women, aka widows. People say, marrying a widow is a practice that can get us into heaven. But what if we marry widows with other goals? Well, that's right, brethren. Another goal, none other than revenge.

"Hihihi ... you're making it up, Boys. I'm alone, here. Clarissa has gone out with her boyfriend. You want to accompany your sister to the supermarket, right? Because I want to spend monthly."

Mothers usually spend monthly. Like my mother who often takes me to the market to buy groceries. Even though we are not middle to lower class, we were taught to be thrifty since childhood. My late father who has taught us, mothers and children to live frugally. But we can still help others with alms. Even if it's just a smile, it's charity.

I just entered the big house. While waiting for the presence of the woman I'm going to go to the supermarket with, I just whistle a little. I can whistle imitating a bird and can also imitate a song. If I whistled imitating the tune of the song, surely everyone would know. Although I also don't know scales and such. It's just that whistling notes and songs according to the opinion of handsome and brave young men, of course fascinate women.

"Hey, you're here, Dev? Wei, don't whistle in the house. Pamali knows, whistle in the house. If you want to whistle, just in the forest, there!" get rid of sister Kirana.

Kirana Raqilla is the full name of Kirana. Yes, I call her sister. Even though she is the mother of my boyfriend who is having an affair. If my girlfriend cheats, what am I loyal to. Is not it? Of course loyalty is expensive. Then I have to make the price equal. If not, I'll just pay it off.

"Eh, beautiful sister, you've dressed up? Wow, you smell really good. How about it, princess? Would you like to be picked up by a handsome prince on an iron horse? We will come to the center of attention of those who see us. Maybe this will be a new thing for you, right? Vice versa. Me too, hehehe."

"What limelight do you mean?" Ask Miss Kirana Raqilla. I don't know what I mean or pretend, I don't know.

"Well, don't you understand? We're walking alone. Then you're beautiful, I'm handsome. So it's like in Korean dramas. Beautiful and handsome people walk together, uh, lots of people are watching us."

"Ouh, we just want to go shopping, why are we watching everything? Am I an artist, what? Hey oppa, saranghae"

"It's not oppa. You're older than me. So I should call you 'Noona', you call Dongsaeng. This is just right, hehehe."

"That's right, yeah. Dongsaeng Devan. Saranghae ..." She said while forming a love with her finger.

"Nado saranghae, Noona." I formed a heart symbol with my finger and showed it to her. Even though this is only the first step to approach this mother of one child, it still makes me nervous.

After all the preparations were finished, we both finally left the big house that didn't have a maid maybe. Because ever since I came here, there's no one else. Maybe she also cooks himself.

"Hihihi ... it turns out that you're cool too, yeah. I'm not sorry that I brought you home. If Clarissa finds out that you're cool like this, maybe she'll be your girlfriend." Miss Kirana took my hand and dragged her out of the house. Obviously, because I want to go shopping.

"Yeah, because of that, don't you regret it, Clarissa. How come a guy as handsome and cool as this doesn't want to, does she? In fact, she wants the same thick beard and mustache. Already like that black, dirty again."

"Oh, don't be like that, please. That's how I was the mother who gave birth to her, you know. What's more, the stakes for life are almost gone. Your mother too, giving birth to you also risks lives." So don't ever hurt a woman's heart. Especially your mother."

This is a hard slap for me who has the intention of revenge. But I was already disappointed in love. Can't you understand, I'm the one who's hurt. But instead I intend to make Kirana's sister as an outlet. Although this woman next to me was very kind and patient. But it still makes me close my eyes and close my heart.

"Dongsaeng, let's go!" invite sis Kirana to be happy. She carried a small bag that is usually used by socialite women. Indeed mothers like it like that.

"Noona, I don't have one. I only have an iron horse. Does Noona want to ride my ugly iron horse?" I mean the iron horse is my favorite motorbike. No need to mention the brand because it can be considered a free promotion.

But at least my iron horse can fly. Eh, what does it mean to be able to fly? Of course my iron horse can fly if it is raised by an airplane or helicopter. Like a song I once heard, 'Helicopter helicopter. Cover para cover ...' never mind, too lazy to continue with the lyrics.

When the clock ticks clockwise, I don't forget the beautiful smile of the elf of longing. But the fairy has become an evil fairy now.

Motorcycles are not just any motorbikes. But the important thing is that you can ride it while feeling something soft on your back. I mean the soft ones are the mattresses that the residents are drying. If we need to sleep, just sleep there. Maybe it will be a disaster. It's like being fried alive or being cold prey to cruel mothers who wield weapons. Like a broom or a bed beater. I don't know what it's called I don't know.

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