BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO

3. Just yes and yes

Nadias

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Nadia sat at the dresser, about to perform a special ritual every night before bed, namely using skincare, accompanied by a cynical view of her husband.

He began using a make up remover to clean up dust, oil and other dirt that stuck to his face.

He already knew why Tristan was looking at him with a cynical look. Because he demands his wife not only has physical advantages, but also must be intellectual.

According to Tristan, physical excess can make a man fall in love, but relationships can last a long time if the woman has intellectual intelligence. A husband needs a discussion partner to solve a problem. Then that's when it takes a woman who can be relied on for intelligence. If only with beautiful capital, men will quickly get bored.

Nadia realized that she did not have 'Intellectual intelligence', something that her husband always demanded and heard.

That made her believe herself to be reduced to zero. In the past, he had a very high sense of confidence when he was still working as a model. But the confidence that she had built, slowly torn down by Tristan her husband so that now she always felt inferior.

After cleaning the face with a make up remover, she washed her face with face wash soap, then dried it with a towel, and returned to her dressing table to continue the ritual.

Nadia recalled a name her husband, Hakimah, the first examiner who had just entered her husband's office. Tristan highly praised the new examiner's verbal skills, interaction skills and reasoning.

Of course Tristan praised him for wanting his wife like that guy. Roughly speaking, he wanted to be as intelligent as Hakimah.

How could?

He is a cognitively stingy human being. He is reluctant to do work that requires thinking unless forced. He prefers a relaxed job without much brain drain. Although he realized that the brain is more valued than muscles.

Reading a book is not his hobby. She prefers to open fashion magazines, the latest make-up, and everything that is not in Tristan's dictionary.

Several times Tristan brought her a book, she only read up to the cover. Even his first page was never spent. Tristan's book of choice was very unattractive to him.

Nadia then used an exfoliator, toner, serum, and the last of her night cream. As a woman who enters the age of 30 years, she must be diligent in caring for her skin to stay firm and glowing.

She glanced at her husband who was simultaneously also glancing towards her. There are too many types of skincare that he uses. As usual, Tristan was very busy with his laptop. Make a report of the results of the examination, which is not widespread in the office, so it must be brought home.

He then stepped onto the bed, laying his body there. Opening his phone to surf in cyberspace.

It opens a message in one app. Incoming messages from Mithalia. He read and then replied.

Mithalia:

Dya, what do you think?

Nadia's forehead frowned.

Nadias:

Mean you? What's how?

Mithalia:

I mean Bimasena Dya.

Nadias:

What happened to Bimasena?

Mithalia:

Ah you are insensitive. What do you think of Bimasena? how does that guy make me flutter anyway?. How do I like the guy Dya? She is calm but not cold. Low profiles. If he's warm. How can yes, during High School we never pay attention to him. Amazing change.

Ah, it turns out that it wasn't just him who was made to spread the bimasena earlier. Mithalia. Or maybe all the girlfriends present at the small reunion. And it looks like Mithalia is already in love

Nadias:

Sakep. Same cute with his car 😄😄😄.

But he seems to be a closed man, right?

Mithalia:

Maybe it's because we've only met for the first time in a while. Dya, help me dong, plizzzzz, match me with Bima. Reyna had been blatantly eyeing Bimasena. Don't let me get ahead of Reyna.

Mitha wants to be combined with Bima?. Don't ah, don't let mamak fall in love with Bima.

Nadias:

Idih, gini era still use matchmaker. Use technology!

Mithalia:

I sent a message, not read until now. 😭

Nadias:

What did you write?

Mithalia:

Thank you for coming Bima. Uh where do you live?

Nadias:

I will think about how you can meet Bima.

Mithalia:

Thank you my dear Nadia. You know what Bima said back home? make me float to the clouds.

Nadias:

Whahuh?

Mithalia:

He said gini, Mitha you drive yourself? be careful, go straight home, it's late.

Just that makes you float? how about you hear what Bima said to me earlier?,

"How can I forget the name of the woman who has been idolized in the past, even though she never glanced at me. Never talked to me. Maybe he doesn't even know my name."

Nadia began to open the photos uploaded in the group. There are some pictures of Bimasena. He looked more prominent than his other male friends.

Bimasena is like a lead actor who is taking pictures with a village football player. It shines on its own. The others are dim. Including Tristan.

Forgive your wife Tristan. Just complimenting me.

Fad Nadia menzoom photos of Bimasena, while occasionally glancing towards Tristan, do not be caught off guard while peeking at photos of Bimasena.

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NADIAS

Today I have to go down directly to serve salon customers, because my 8 employees are full. Three High School students queue for Acne Facial services.

"Sir, the skin is very slim, never get acne?" ask the high school girl to me.

I laughed at the anxiety she had from acne, just like I did in High School. One pimple seed appeared on the face, stressing me into thinking about it. Because for a model, illegal law acne on the face.

Armed with the little acne science I had, I began to explain to the three children.

"Acne is common to begin to appear in people of the age of adek who enter puberty. The main factor triggering acne is the hormone Androgen. Hormones that appear at puberty. The hormone triggers the sebum glands to secrete oil. As a result, the skin will be more oily. If the skin is dirty then the skin cells can be clogged and become acne, so the skin must be diligently cleaned."

My phone rings again. Mithalia again. For the third time he called. Asked about his fight with Bimasena.

Mithalia: Have you called Bima?

Nadia: Not yet Mit, the salon is crowded again. I have to jump directly into serving customers.

Mithalia: Tega is right you are Dya, 5 minutes of your time you do not set aside for me.

Nadia: I'm calling right now.

I call Bimasena?

The new plan calls the heart can not be compromised.

I just ended up sending him a message.

The message he typed in was only short, but the old was just sent.

With a thousand considerations.

What if he doesn't read?

What if he doesn't reply?

I will be ashamed and hurt.

Don't you have a crush on Mithalia, not me, why be ashamed?

Because I remembered Mithalia again, I finally sent the message.

Bismillah.

Nadias:

Assalamualaikum says. Sorry distracting. Busy huh?

It turns out that even sending a message the heart is the same as not controlled.

Sent message but not read

Ten minutes passed. How humiliating. I regretted sending him a message. And I became annoyed at Mithalia, the cause of this shameful message.

After thirty minutes, he had read my message. But not reciprocated.

Congratulations Nadia. You are not important.

Thank you, Bimasena, I hope yesterday was the first and last time you attended the reunion. I don't want to see you again.

To shift my frustration to Mithalia and Bimasena, I returned to serving one customer for acne facials even though some of my employees were already empty.

After a few busy moments with customers, the annoyance of the embarrassing message can be sidetracked. Now I'm focused on cleaning blackheads and pimples of this high school boy who is like a star in the sky.

Just as I was about to clean the mask on the customer's face, the phone I kept on the shelf behind me rang.My hand fumbled back to grab the phone. When I got it I read who the caller was.

Unknowingly being surprised my phone slipped out of hand, fell to the foot and finally to the floor. My hand was like being electrocuted while reading who the caller was.

Bimasene

Callings

Now I'm just looking at the phone ringing on the floor. I don't think I have the strength to answer the phone.

What am I supposed to say? everything that has been conceptualized in the brain is broken.

This is for Mithalia, not for me. Duuhwa.

I was also relieved when the phone stopped ringing. I picked up the phone from the floor, thankfully the screen didn't break.

The phone rings again. Bimasena again. My heart was about to jump out.

With trembling hands I answered Bimasena's phone.

God help me

Me : Ha ha hello

Bimasena: Sorry Nadia, old new answered, again meeting. What's the matter Nadia?

I : uh this...

I forgot what to say. I'm a fool God.

Bimasena: Why are you Nadia?

Me : Mi mithalia...

Bimasena: What happened to Mithalia?

Me: Mithalia wants to see you.

There was a sound across there. Is he laughing at me for the ambush?

Bimasena: So you called me just to tell me Mithalia wants to see me?

Me: Yeah.

Bimasena: That's all? there's nothing else?

Me: I yes.

Bimasena: Is there really nothing else?

I: Iyah.

Bimasena: Okay good Nadia, thanks for the info, I want to continue the meeting again yes. See you around.

Me: Yeah.

Bimasena turned off the phone.

I forgot, I used to win the Princess Tourism. No offense, I'm champion I. I walked on stage, and so smoothly I answered every jury question.

But talking to Bimasena, even through the phone line, only yes, yes and yes can come out of my mouth.

Now I don't have to take any more offense to Tristan. It's true and I've agreed with Tristan.

I'm bo doh, gob lok and all the words that are his synonyms.

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