(Revised) Regretting It Too Late

Glimour

"What is Din?" ask Mas Bram who saw me carrying a tray walking towards him.

"This is the cake that Dinda made last afternoon" as she stepped over to him and sat down by putting the tray in front of me.

"Sit on Din" said Mas Bram who saw me sitting on the carpet while propping his legs.

"Dinda would rather sit on the floor like this not tired of legs" I replied while eating a cake that I made myself

"For dong Din, why eat the cake itself anyway" upset Bram while trying to reach the tray that I have.

"Well, he said that Monica mas Bram would not like it, because they do not like the same cake?" tap me while keeping the tray out of the reach of his hand.

"When? He was you gave it to the mas, kok mas do not know" upset while looking at me.

"So noon Monica said and returned this cake to me, because Bram did not want to say it" complained I who felt a bit confused by the attitude of Bram.

After a dispute with Bram mas, I finally knew that this afternoon Monica did not deliver the cake I gave to Bram.

And when the debate between me and Bram was not finished suddenly there was someone who appeared and was angry at Dinda, who else if not Monica.

Monica

"Wait what is it?! So it's true my hunch that Bram is starting to put his heart on Adinda. I won't let that happen" stepped up quickly and shouted.

"What the hell are you, like a little boy. And you are Din.! Instead of keeping Bram mas but instead make Bram mas up and down the stairs, how about mas Bram sick again!?" yelling in anger in front of me.

"Monica already, this isn't Dinda's fault. Mas was down alone, because bored on top alone no friends chat. And please if you enter the house say hello do not greet like that" while shaking his hand in front of Monica.

I didn't say a single word from Monica's mother, I just stared at her who was upset, and was indistinctly angry.

After that Monica and Bram went upstairs and I watched tv alone. Sometimes I feel like I'm in this house just a stranger or just a costing person.

After thinking about it, I think the attitude of Bram mas lately is a bit strange. He's a little soft on me, and sometimes he whines at me if there's no Monica.

"What day are you going to work at the cafe again?" While having breakfast Bram suddenly asked about my work. And it worked to piss Monica off at me.

"Yes, because Dinda's been home a long time.." I haven't finished talking about Monica cutting my lines.

"Gapain get there? How good it is to be a cafe singer. You want to humiliate your husband, right?! With a hijab-wearing look but performing at a cafe like that" while eating and glancing annoyedly at me.

"What does Monica mean? I'm not done." I haven't finished talking but it's been cut again the same mas Bram.

"Already, can't calm down a little still morning is noisier. Spend your breakfast, I don't want to be late because it's the first day I go to the office after a long holiday" with a slightly stressed tone.

Honestly, I'm still upset by Monica's words that say I want to humiliate Bram. I sing and take care of my own cafe, but I'm not really a girl.

With a sense of annoyance that was still stored in my heart I drove my car to the boutique, and as usual I went through the back door that went straight into my work space.

"Dinda, I think you're still taking care of your husband? Where is the easy wife you should not go to the boutique this month" while submitting a revised picture with aunt Angel.

"Yes, I've done it all, and then I can come to the hotel, because Aunt Angel is waiting there" he said as he stepped on the sofa, make a report on boutique expenses and income for 1 month.

Right with lunch time I went to the hotel, and I went straight to the hotel restaurant because I had made an appointment with Aunt Angel there.

Restaurants

Dinda did not know that there was a pair of eagle eyes watching her from the moment she entered the restaurant until she sat there and waited. The pair of eyes did not take his eyes off Dinda walo he was eating with a woman there.

"Boss, boss" rocked Mexca's shoulder because it looked dumb.

"Ah, why Ris? You surprised me" turned to Faris who was sitting next to him.

"Mex, why don't you focus. What the hell did you see?" look at all the visitors of the restaurant.

"It's okay, let's finish the food" ate the food while glancing at Faris.

"What does that mean?" Swallowing while not calmly feeding food into the mouth.

"Why can't I take my eyes off her, I'm afraid I don't care about her anymore, but this chest is getting claustrophobic." I sighed deeply.

As I watched her, my heart trembled I would not be able to if she made a promise with her husband here. But somehow my heart felt relieved when I saw him make an appointment with a woman.

Throughout the meal I could not focus on my business, because everything was only focused on the figure of the woman I had been avoiding all this time.

Until I didn't realize since when Faris had kicked out the woman in front of me, and has been bothering me lately.

"Bos why from earlier was not focused and just dumbstruck. Answering also originals, is there a boss problem? Not usually" grumbled Faris kayak manyang in my ear buzzing noisily.

"Ris, have you ever liked someone? Which makes you feel claustrophobic" I tried to catch my breath with great difficulty.

"Hem, you mean the boss is holding back a liking for someone?" rounding his round eyes.

"Can't you just look at me normally, do you want to get fired huh?!" I got up from my seat and stepped out of the restaurant.

"Riss... Mr Faris.! Oh, my God, is my brother here? Where's the guy!?" ding

"Have come out first, why is Miss Merisca here?" staring curiously.

"I've got a meeting with the designers, right there" pointing to Adinda's desk, which there is already Angel, and Amanda.

"Faris help you take care of my brother, yes, because he's been weird lately, like no one else in the world. Uda yes by the way.!" step away towards the table Adinda.

"God, why is this joy not a relief to make me feel this tormented? Should I take her from her husband? I wanted to get it and also wanted to embrace it in my arms" rested in front of a pulpit of a statue of Jesus in a church.

Without me noticing that this liking had truly become a disease in my heart, my love for that woman had forced my tears to flow from both of my eyes without shame.