Because of Lent

Chapter 28. Pras

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The Jakarta

That morning, Pras had arrived at work he worked in a fairly bona fide and well-known Accountant office. He had just arrived when his phone got a message from Asya.

"Is this morning sending me a message?" gerutu Pras, but his hand still scrolls the screen of his phone. Asya sent him a photo where Vina was looking up at a man. Yes, the man that the other day was seen by Pras. Pras was not surprised at all because he had met. Only, the man's curiosity grew.

Guess where they are now?

A message came back from Asya, this time Pras was trying to think, where are they now? But considering Asya works at the hotel must be the photo was taken at Asya's workplace.

"Hotel?" hiss Pras, his heart is now throbbing pain. Is that how Vina looks for a replacement for herself?

Pras did not respond to Asya's message. It's too painful to keep thinking about his ex-wife. When their divorce deed has not come out, Vina has even been found with the man. Although Pras actually acknowledges the nature of his basket but he has never been involved in an affair with other women. For him to tease each other with the opposite sex is a natural and natural thing especially himself a man.

"That's so much you, Vin. Is this one of the reasons you want to split up with me?" lirih Pras's. Since getting a message from Asya, Pras so not focused on working. His mind went everywhere. Some dirty thoughts had momentarily stopped by his head, but Pras shook his head. He was sure Vina was not a cheap woman. They are just friends or associates. Yeah, that must be so.

In the afternoon Pras got a call from his mother. The woman who gave birth to him complained while crying. It turns out that his brother-in-law has been fired from work. But Pras was confused because his mother related the issue of Asya's dismissal with Vina. Her mother kept saying that this was all Vina's fault.

Pras massaged his temples which felt pulsating. It seems the problem is not over. There was something that his mother had in mind about his ex-wife.

"Mas Pras, I think you look really depressed."

"Eh, there's nothing, Din," said Pras smilingly. Early office friend Pras finally sat down after hearing Pras' answer.

"Usually, yes Mas, if people say anything about it, people are even the opposite, you know," said Dini, the woman smiled gently at Pras. Unable to be lied to since becoming an employee at the place, Dini had put feelings for Pras, but the man was insensitive. Now the rumor desus Pras who had divorced his wife made Dini again approached Pras.

"Ah, you understand," Pras replied smiling awkwardly. It was not usual for Dini to talk to him this close.

"So actually, Mas Pras still love Vina? I'm sorry, I called his wife's name without frills, she was very young" Dini said with a laugh even though her heart was sore when asking the question.

"Yes, nothing. I'm honestly still a darling."

"Ehm, still dear, huh? but Pras' mother doesn't seem to like Vina very much. What is not better mas Pras move on find a replacement Vina in accordance with what his mother mas Pras want."

"It's that easy" Pras said with a long sigh. Dini pursed lips. He didn't like to see Pras's haggard face like this.

"What if after work we go to the mall? I'm not how I am, yes, Mas. I just want mas Pras to calm his heart and mind a little so that it does not suck. Who knows if there will be ideas flowing." Dini smiled shyly proposing that. This is one form of his attempt to approach Pras.

Pras seemed to think, then he stared Dini from top to bottom. Dini is a beautiful 27-year-old woman, her age is more or less the same age as Asya. Dini always looks fashionable, she wears a top that is always covered in a blazer and a tight skirt above the knee. Her hair was straight dark brown. He also always wears high heels.

"Can." said Pras.

Early Smile, his first attempt to reach the sympathetic Pras will be realized. He believed this time with his persistent efforts he was confident he could get the man he liked.

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Title: The Passion of the Actor

pen Name: R Angela

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