Against the Young Director

Jasmin's Birthday Anniversary

A beautiful girl, her band was tall, wearing a maroon-red dres standing in front of a glass dresser in her room. He observed his reflection in the mirror. Clean white, pointed nose, shiny straight hair. It was beautiful to anyone who looked at her.

"Sorry Non, Mr. Pras is waiting downstairs."

Jasmin turned to look at the voice coming from the slightly open door.

his gaze glared far away, from his eyes there was a light of disappointment.

"Good, Bi. Tell Kak Pras, I'll be right down."

"Good, Non."

The door closed slowly.

Brother Re. Why didn't you pick me up.

Without Aba-aba Jasmin snatched the matching bag with her dress a little rough and slammed the door of her room.

"Why? not Kak Re, who picked up," said Jasmin when he stood in front of Pras.

"He is still busy with the company's affairs and cannot be put off for any reason."

"Don't lie, brother. Brother Re, can do anything if he wants." Jasmin's eyes began to glaze over.

"Here you go, the party and everything is ready, the invited guests have also come, while you who have the event are still here thinking of something you don't need to think about." Firm yet there is still softness.

Jasmin took a long breath. His expectations are not in line with reality.

"Come, wait a minute." Pras walked with wide steps.

While Jasmin was speechless staring at Pras back who had left him a few steps.

Why there are no footsteps.

Pras stopped his footsteps again.

"Jasmine! don't let me wait."

"I did, Brother."

Jasmin's voice trembled slightly, as if he wanted to shed his tears here. He cannot look weak in front of anyone.

Jasmin walked a little run ahead of Pras. He wanted to get in the car quickly.

"Don't run, you'll fall."

Jasmin stopped immediately.

"What cares, Brother Pras?"

" I just don't want to, you trouble me" Pras replied as he opened the door behind the wheel.

The car engine began to be turned on and soon drove slowly splitting the road.

Pras saw the glass connected to the back seat. He saw clearly, the disappointed face of the person he was carrying.

That person, from then on just looking out the window, seemed to keep asking with trees lined up on the side of the road.

"So long, Brother Refan remains kind to you, what are you still struggling with. You are given freedom even on condition. But those conditions are also for your own good. Not living in free association in the outside world. Isn't it, Brother Refan cares a lot."

The one who was spoken to did not hear anything. He was so lazy to respond to the person sitting at the wheel.

To him Pras was the same, heartless. Insensitive to the heart of women.

Jasmin was not too close to Pras despite staying one roof at the main house.

Brother Dev, when is brother coming back. Only my brother can understand me. Why must this heartless person who must replace the position of Big Brother in the main house. Brother Re. No more love with Jasmin. I want to catch up with mom and dad.

"Down!"

Jasmin just regained consciousness from her daydream.

"Sister, I can't get through the front door. How will they respond."

"Emang I thought, anyways you're dancing and like a solo princess."

"So bad his mouth." His eyes began to water. But as usual Jasmin rebuked his tears so as not to spill.

Pras took his breath and then exhaled slowly.

"A.y.yo."

Pras extended his hand. Jasmin looked at the hand carefully.

It is not wrong that Kak Pras would extend his hand. He used to say "don't touch my stuff. It's like having an over-hygiene disease."

Jasmin shuddered in horror at imagining who this man's life companion was.

Jasmin was surprised his hand was already clasped. He tried to let go but the grip on his hand was so tight.

Pras' eyes stared hard. Pulling that little hand.

Jasmin realized, He was forced to compromise with the situation.

And now they walk in the darkness.

 ***

"Re, don't forget, give me the gift I sent you yesterday, Jasmin" said a person on Refan's phone screen.

"It was prepared by, Pras," replied Refan sneering.

"You've prepared the best gift for her, haven't you?" ask the guy to press.

"It's none of your business."

"Ha ha ha you, never changed before, Re. Flat, cold and expressionless."

"Huh."

Refan's sharp gaze was like a razor that was ready to tear the paper into small pieces to fly in the wind.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm just kidding."

The person on the screen is seen cupping both hands while pretending to beg for mercy. Refan knew it was just a mockery for him.

Refan immediately clicked the red phone button without hesitation.

He was very disinterested in serving people who mostly talk like people who disturb his time earlier.

His heart is still broken at this time. Should, He came to attend Jasmin's birthday with a special gift. Or he turned back to his second house to spend his time working until late at night as usual.

After a few seconds of thinking, he decided to drive his car.

 ***

The large room, especially for the anniversary event tonight is full of glittering lights. It was so beautiful to be seen by every eye.

Every corner of the room has life and breath. Some were chatting and chatting while waiting for the event to start.

Shortly thereafter a moderator climbed to the stage that had been provided. Starting the opening sign the event has begun.

Jasmin was already sitting where he had been provided. Jasmin's eyes were always staring at the entrance hoping for someone to appear from there, giving an unexpected surprise.

In reality from the beginning of the event to the end, the one who was waiting for him did not come, just a big gift representing the arrival of that person.

Even Jasmine had no interest in opening it. His disappointment trumps everything. His hope was broken into pieces.

After the end of the event until now He is still reluctant to wake up and stop his crying. He was sobbing under his favorite pillow.

There were phone calls many times that he did not heed. It was as if his ears were deaf with all the sounds.

I don't give a shit.

But the call was completely unwilling to compromise on her. The one calling across the street was like he had no fatigue to end.

Slowly Jasmin got up from his prone position. Her hair was messy as well as the clothes she was wearing. His eyes were puffy from crying for too long. He stared at the many gifts stacked in front of his closet.

Yeah, he had the waiter put it there. Then after the servant left He spilled all his disappointments.

Jasmin picked up the phone that was still in her bag. See two pictures of red and green phones moving inside the screen of his phone.

Brother Dev.

Jasmin did not want to receive a call Vidio Call people who are on the screen of his phone with a messy condition like this.

But if he doesn't receive the call, it will be until morning that his phone keeps ringing.

He pushed his screen up towards the red phone picture. Then with a quick gesture He opened the Whatsapp app and typed a few words.

"Sorry, Brother, Jasmin is so sleepy."

After the message was sent, it was immediately ticked in blue.

Ting.

"Why, don't pick up the phone Brother, Brother Kangen. You're okay with the invitation?"

"Tomorrow yes, Brother, Jasmin is really not strong enough to hold these eyes. Like there's a glue. It's a long time ago, Brother."

After sending the message, Jasmin immediately deactivated her phone without waiting for a response. He was forced to lie because He did not want the person who sent Him the message to be worried about his circumstances. So He decided tomorrow he himself would call her after her eyes were not so big.