Chasing the Love of Nadira

Malming

Nadira from the morning had gone to work. Actually, if it's Saturday it's noon. But Arkana called him last night.

And he said. 'Later I wait for you at the sunrise cafe. Lovely dress up and don't be late. I want to hear your answer'. So Arkana said in the call.

"Ah. I have to dance and how to malem later. I don't have a girl's shirt." Nadira pounded the stacking racks in front of him. Throwing away the product he is holding.

The average Nadira shirt is only a short and long-sleeved shirt. She has no dress or dress.

It made Nadira feel frustrated from the morning. That's the truth, just because you want to look beautiful in front of Arkana.

During the day, Nadira returns to Villa Arkana.

Nadira walked very slowly to get into the house. It was as if a heavy burden was being tied to his feet.

"Money!" call bik Tun. Who felt strange, saw the look on Nadira's face. I think there's something different.

Nadira. Passing through Tun's bik who was standing waiting for him.

"Say Den Arka, non told-"

"Do you know." Nadira cuts out the word bik Tun. He already knows, what will be delivered by bik tun.

"Kirain does not know." lirih bik Tun. With a smile seeing the departure of Nadira to the top floor.

crick

Nadira went into his room. Throw the origin of his backpack towards the bed.

His body walked closer to the closet in this room.

Let's take a look. Are there clothes that fit, for later malem.

Nadira stared at her neatly folded clothes. Grabbing and widening his clothes one by one which he thinks is the best. Attached to his own body.

"Here, my best clothes. Why it still doesn't fit, though! Too ordinary..."

Clothes that have been seen. He threw it towards the back of his body.

Nadira breathed. Walk to the bed, then drop his body.

Nadira's confused. Turned his head a few times. "Eh! that's..." Nadira got up from the bed.

Nadira was already standing in front of a large cupboard, with two doors. "This. Got who?"

"Kok I just realized, if there's a big closet here? just come in, I don't think so."

Nadira felt like she didn't see the closet when she entered the room. Maybe Nadira was too upset, to not see clearly.

"Try opening... Let's know whose closet this is."

crick

Waw. Suddenly Nadira's eyes and mouth widened. He was amazed at the stuff that filled the closet. "Snake..... Ma thing semu aaa."

"I asked bik tun. Who's this got? and, why is it in my room?"

Nadira walks down to the first floor, to approach Tun's bik.

Bik Tun stood by Nadira.

"Yes, non... That shirt's got non Dira. Den Arka who loves. Kan, auntie was talking. He said, non Dira knows."

Nadira scratched her non-itchy nose. "Well, Kirain was just about to write about the others."

Nadira felt awkward. The tip of his eyes glanced at Tun's bik. "Keep, what else did he say?"

Bik Tun sumringah's. "Den Arka said. Non, told to choose the most preferred clothes to wear. Later at seven o'clock, there will be a driver who picks up non."

Nadira rolled her eyeballs. "Oh. That way. Yeah, I'm upstairs again."

"EHH." hold down the bik Tun.

"Why bik?" confused face of Nadira.

"Eat first. No, it's not lunch yet."

"Udah was at the Mall. I went to the room first, wanted to try on the shirt." her lips pulled to the side, until it was printed a smile.

"Oh.... Bibik help me choose."

"Can." Nadira was happy. He would find it helpful if bik Tun could comment on his performance.

Jakarta. In a sedan, Arkana sits in the back seat. They're heading to the airport.

"Where?" ask Arkana. To someone who was talking to him over the phone.

"It's all set."

"Good, Boss."

"okay."

Tut's.

Arkana put her phone in her shirt pocket.

"Have the books been sent?" ask Arkana to Beni, who is sitting in the front seat focusing on her phone.

"Udah. All brands and all models of clothes." replied Beni straightforwardly.

"Good," Arkana had a faint smile on her face. "I'm curious. What does it look like, if you wear a dress"

Bali at 18:15.

After the magrib prayer, Nadira was busy dressing up. Fortunately she was able to make up on her own, so there was no need to wear a salon person to help her.

Sunrise cafe.

The black sedan car drove slowly into the cafe parking lot. The driver got off, then opened the car door for Nadira.

Nadira got out of the car. His legs are seen using black hells, as high as 5cm. Black dress on the knee, wrapped his body nicely. Plus the typical makeup she used to wear while working. Her hair is slightly made fluffy and kerli under. Made Nadira look so beautiful and different tonight.

The man's cafe waiter busied the door, specifically for Nadira.

Nadira paused for a moment. Then smiled at the waiter, "Thank you." It's polite.

"Please get through here. I'll drive you to the second floor." Said a woman who looked like the manager of this cafe.

Nadira nodded. Then walk after the woman.

Nadira looked around. The entire cafe is empty, there are no visitors in it. Did he order the whole cafe?

Hm. "The rich are free!"

The lady's servant stopped. "What, sis?" tanyakanya. I thought Nadira was talking to him.

Ahhhhh. Nadira shook his head. "Nothing," he felt awkward.

"Oh yeah! still far?" Nadira asked, feeling that the second floor was too far away.

The lady-servant stopped. "At hand. There!" Show it politely, with a half-down body.

Nadira remained silent. Only a faint smile was given to the servant.

"I just drove him here. Excuse me."

"Yes." Yeah." The maid left, leaving Nadira who was still standing in her place.

Nadira stepped slowly. His views are in all directions. What a beautiful place. On this second floor, all the walls were glass. So, we can see the atmosphere out there clearly from here.

One candle stands on a round table covered in white cloth, with two chairs nearby. Hundreds of lit candles adorn the breadth of this second floor. There was only one way to the table, which was not blocked by the candle.

Nadira sat in the chair. He seems confused by this situation.

Sure oes. Nadira came here to meet Arkana. But the guy's not here, where is he?

20 Minutes later.

Arkana hasn't shown up yet. Nadira became a little angry.

Was this guy intentional? Is he taking revenge on me? Because I continue to reject his love.

Nadira nodded slowly. He convinced himself not to think negatively.

"Maybe he's preparing another surprise. I have to be patient." So he said, to calm himself and his heart that continues to be turbulent.

Taps. Taps. Taps.

Nadira's ears catch the sound of footsteps getting closer. His steps were like he was running, sounding extremely loud.

Huh. A person in a suit stood there, having successfully climbed the stairs. He paused for a moment to regulate his unstable roar of breath.

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Sometimes when we think too long. Her. I was disappointed because I waited.