BEHIND THE SCENES
CHAPTER 76: ANIN ANXIETY
"Yes, it used to be. Now they're breaking up. You can be that." Suddenly the word made Anin want to acknowledge his relationship with Bimo. But in his words, Anin felt it was not time to tell anyone about Bimo, except his family who already knew.
"Oh, yes Nin. You are obliged to come. Later in the last week in March to Mid May there will be a Fahsion Step On Festival event at Orchid Road, Singapore. Well, it is a parade of various fashion made by world-class designers, the event was held in the shopping center area. This could be your source of inspiration to create your next works. About the cost, relax. Will be borne by the boutique. I also invited those who entered the top 5 yesterday." Melisa brightly excited.
"But, I'm not in the top 5." Self-conscious Anin certainly did not necessarily accept the very attractive offer.
"It's Anin, your defeat was only due to a technical error. And I want to make up for it by taking you along."
"But what about those who follow. Didn't they know I died even in file selection."
"Ah, easy. We just set the time so it doesn't look the same. Now you choose to go in what month?" asked Melisa who was impressed forcing.
"Second week in March I've had to go to Paris for registration. April has become active. So it seems, I can't." Refuse it subtly.
"The registration was just for a moment. At most 3 days Nin. So, you spend your time in Singapore until the end of March.
Well in the next month you just settled in Paris, how?"
Anin, seemed to think for a moment. He also wanted to see the festival in person.
But, with the length of time he stays there, it will certainly add to the cost of living that is not always possible in the responsibility of the boutique.
"Nothing to do, brother. Anin, afraid over there. And it's certainly hard to stay." Honest Anin to Melisa
"Oh, you calm down. If you don't mind, you stay in papa's apartment. I will also take Rafa and Reya and look at my mom. So that papa doesn't get bored ."
With sparkling eyes, Anin nodded in agreement.
"Well, if so gladly. If I'm allowed to live there, brother. All right, I also want to look at her mother, sister Melisa and Bang Emil."
"Okay, steady if so Nin. I'm sure you'll be happy to see him besides us."
"Sorry Brother. Is there still no progress on the state of aunt...?" ask Anin slowly so that Melisa does not grieve.
"A few months ago, my mom opened her eyes. A few days, said Papa. My mother could move her hand. But not yet able to rise from his sleeping position, no voice can. But now it has begun to do therapy, so that the organs can be active and functioning." Melisa's light was so smooth and seemed familiar to Anin.
"Tante will recover soon Brother. The progress has also been greatly improved if so." Anin gave encouragement.
"Thank you, Nin."
"Sama - same Brother. Excuse me, brother." She was polite to Melisa.Yang then left the room Melisa happily mixed confused. Because, it means that starting in the middle of the third month, he has to separate from his father.
Although yesterday, Anin can not be sure when and whether to go to Paris. However, he has been talking to each other with Jovan and Vinda. In order, as Anin continued her studies, the father would stay in the village with Jovan.
To that end, Anin calls Jovan. Before he registered, he had to be picked up. As a tit for tat, Jovan was very happy to receive his father living with them in the village.
Unlike the Bimo, which is actually still heavy to release the departure of Anin which is still a long time. It was heard on the phone that night.
"Didn't that time I already let you go to Paris...?" repeated Anin remind Bimo.
"Yes, but right. Honey said April didn't start in March...?"
"Regis just for a minute, just go back. To the village of kek that, before long there. Two weeks, baby." Pinta Bimo as a boy.
"And I don't know, where does it live...? Whether there is a dormitory or have to rent a room or rent a house or how. It all takes time." Anin replied convincingly.
"This is what. Next month I take another vacation. I'm serious about applying for you, we're going to Solo. We're engaged or what we used to be. That I may be sure that you will always be faithful to me."
"Mas, the one who should be afraid of losing you is me. My lover is a handsome and well-established man. Pake once passing by, girls must be klepek-lepek ask for a wedding mas." Anin replied praising as well as joking.
"Yes, that should be dear. But you don't belong to those girls. Getting married is hard. Marriage is worship, baby."
"That's always where it's going."
"Okay, baby, next month we go to Solo." He asked for Anin's approval.
"Anin, ask permission from father first. If you let me, fine." Said Anin softened.
"Ready. Immediately tell me, my dear.
Miss you my future wife."
Bimo, the man who always used Anin to enter the cradle of affection and attention. Anin should feel happy and lucky when he will be invited to step into a more serious level by a Bimo. Bimo who from the beginning of the meeting seemed firm and consistent with his seriousness in living their relationship. However, deep down Anin felt that she had not felt any meaningful vibrations.
Honestly, Anin was amazed and melted with his good looks, not to mention he was an established and mature man. So far he has always politely treated Anin, feeling that he was so protective Anin did not want to damage her.
Call it, Bimo is the perfect guy. Which Anin hasn't found her flaw. But little heart Anin said, to not be able to love Bimo completely, for reasons Anin could not describe.
I don't know, which corner of Anin's heart is it?
Anin suddenly still hopes and wants Darel, especially after he finds out that Darel no longer belongs to Felysia.
There was a glimmer of hope for him to get a chance to have a Darel, even in the moment that has been real now he has a Bimo his lover.
Is Bimo just a curious escape of Anin's heart not getting Darel...? Anin was worried about it.
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