We are Not Honey
Chapter 40. Decisions

Same with Indonesia, in Singapore right where Meisya is, morning greet again. About four days had passed without Riyan, and time was still going on as usual.

Saddened? Sure oes. Lie if he is not sad about the man's departure. However, she tries slowly to treat her grief, because whatever she feels right now, Riyan will never come back to her again.

A cafe on the lower floor of the apartment became his favorite place while in Singapore. I don't know, enjoying your time alone, and trying to erase Riyan's name from your heart, it's really hard to do. But, inevitably, like it or not, he still has to try to do it.

"Hi..."

A voice that was no longer unfamiliar to her ears, made Meisya turn away from the beautiful scenery out there. He then looked at the man who was now standing beside the table where he was while smiling warmly at him.

"Eh, Hi." Her reply.

"Can you sit here?" Tanya Gio still had not turned her gaze away from Meisya's pretty face.

Meisya nodded.

"This cafe is not mine, and you are free to sit anywhere." His reply then chuckled, making Gio smile along.

The man pulled the chair in front of Meisya, and sat there. After sitting in front of Meisya, Gio raised his hand and asked a servant to take his order.

"Want me to order breakfast?" Ask Gio.

"I had breakfast with Mommy above." Reject Meisya.

Gio nodded in understanding. After receiving his order, the waiter stepped away from where he and Meisya were sitting.

"Where are you now?" Tanya Gio started the conversation again.

"Alhamdulillah can survive." Meisya replied with a small laugh. However, a moment later the smile on his lips instantly disappeared changing into a sad face.

"May, if I intend to have a relationship that is more than a friend, will you give me a chance?" Ask Gio bluntly.

Meisya laughed with Gio's question.

"I'm serious, and I've talked about this to both of your parents." Gio said, again.

Meisya was silent for a moment. However, just as he wanted to go back to talking a waiter came and served breakfast at their table.

"Thank you." Gio said to the servant who had returned to pass from his place. "You don't have to make a decision right now. It's just my decision. I've heard a lot about you from Riyan and from both of your parents. Today I just want to make my decision." Connect Gio.

"Breakfast first, Gio." Answer Meisya. Glanced at the piece of sandwich that was on the table, then looked back at the man before him.

Gio nodded, then started his breakfast. While Meisya again stared out the large glass cafe which showed a beautiful view in front there. The road is still so stretchy, also the view of the river that is so spoil the eyes.

For a long time he thought about the words spoken from Gio's lips. Groping to the bottom of the heart, is there still a place for other men there. Well, really stupid his heart is this. How to still keep a name that has been made sure never to return in his life. How can this love still be owned by someone he can never have until anytime?

"After a few years of living here, this is the first time anyone has accompanied me to breakfast." Gio said with a warm smile that he kept showing since he was here. "Maybe you're willing to accompany me to lunch, dinner, and maybe sleep after work fatigue?" Imperhaps .

Meisya looked back at Gio's face. Seeking doubt in the man's eyes, however, only earnestness did he see there.

Gio immediately shook his head.make Meisya surprised.

"How can you accept a woman who still holds a male name in her heart?" Ask Meisya.

"Most importantly the woman doesn't belong to anyone else." Answer Gio. "Forgetting someone who has been loved, it is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand. If you're willing, I'll help you forget about Riyan slowly." Reciprocity.

"And you asked for my help to forget about Aira, didn't you?" Guess Meisya.

Gio laughs.

"Your guess is right and wrong. I said right now, it doesn't matter if the woman still has someone's name in her heart, the most important thing is that she doesn't belong to anyone else. And I thought, there's no harm if we start that relationship." Her words.

Meisya nodded in understanding. Well, wouldn't it be better to learn to love someone who is also trying to love us, than to continue to be trapped in feelings that shouldn't still be maintained?

"Then tell your parents to come to Singapore. Tell them, you have found a mooring of hearts and are ready to marry her.: Meisya said.

This time Gio was surprised by Meisya's words.

"It would be better to fight, to be in a legitimate relationship" Meisya said. "Just don't want to make the same mistake. Well, I just don't want to keep someone else's soul mate for the second time." He laughed funnyly in his own words.

"alright. Marriage seems so much better than nothing. Gio.

They both laughed at the decision they made today.

"In the beginning of our relationship, the day I offered to take you to check up. Gio said again.

"It's not a bad idea. Looks like I'm not just getting a future husband, but a free driver." Meisya replied again with a laugh.

After the brief decision, the two left the cafe and went back up to the top floor where the second residence was.

"It's also a new beginning to fight together." Gio raised the hand of Meisya who was already in his grasp.

The beautiful woman just laughed funnyly at Gio's behavior. The man who was over three months old became the second person he relied on after Riyan.

"This time I let it." Answer her.

Upon arriving at the door of their respective apartments, Gio released his grasp from Meisya's hands.

"Tell your parents about this, and I'll do the same." Meisya said before opening the door of her apartment.

"of course. Maybe tomorrow they're here." Reply Gio sure. "Sana come in and get ready. I'm taking you to the hospital." Reciprocity.

Before it goes from there. Meisya smiled back at Gio while thanking him for the kindness of the man.

If we don't try to do something, then forever we will continue to be in that situation. That's what immediately occurred to Meisya's brain when Gio offered her a connection.