
This afternoon Avi came home from the office alone because Denis attended a meeting with an important client until later that night.
She walked in front of her husband's office. Waiting for someone he promised to meet.
"Prev...."
A woman called her name from the side.
"Hey. Come here..." Avi stood up to welcome the presence of his best friend.
"It's very important vi, I can't talk in public. Someone could be watching me." Anin made Avi a little surprised.
"All right, then we're in my apartment." Avi found an idea for them to talk to.
"Don't just go to my place."Anin made sure Avi agreed to it.
"Hmmm... okay."
"Come..."
Anin looks smiling walking with her best friend. Either it was because he was happy or something had gone his way.
I'm sorry vi. I want to end this quickly. I also want to live a normal life in tranquility. Whatever happens, don't hate me.
They got into Anin's car. And drive the car to their destination.
"What are you doing?" Anin asks as Avi picks up the phone in her bag.
"Tell Denis if I come home late, too. So he can pick me up later."
Avi typed in and would send a message to Denis. Suddenly Avi stepped on the brake and Avi's phone fell.
"I'm sorry I almost hit a cat" Anin saw Avi holding her chest in shock.
"Nin heart, my god, my cell phone fell into this hole." Avi tried to reach the phone in her seat.
"Later we'll find it when we get to the parking lot of my apartment." Anin re-applied his car.
"alright.. " Avi tried to obey Anin's words.
"What's the matter, Nin?" Avi was very curious about Anin's behavior.
"Before I apologized Vi, all this I did to be able to live like an ordinary person. No pressure from outside." Anin gave a thought to clue.
"What does that mean?" Avi was curious.
"Later you will know for yourself...
Oh yes Vi, Tara and I are getting married. I hope you can come later" Anin switched the conversation.
"Oh yeah? Congratulations, you guys have survived so far. But.. isn't Tara married?" Avi turned towards Anin who was focused on driving.
"Yes... Tara was framed by a woman named Widya. Tara has been raising other people's children. He's not their son's father. So Tara will take care of the divorce papers with Widya as soon as possible"
"Hey...who is that?" Anin saw a mother who was leaning on her car seat right next to Anin's car.
"Did he faint?" Avi was worried to see the state of the person.
"Stop that. but I guess. " Anin got out of her car. Avi followed from behind.
They woke up the middle-aged woman who had drooped to the point of sticking to the window.
"Jeez, this woman passed out Anin." Avi kept banging on the window of this woman's car.
"I'm looking for help .." Anin ran towards the security guard post.
"Hurry up before anything happens to her." Avi quickly sent two security guards who came with Anin.
The two guards broke the car window. Then take out the mother who fainted earlier took him to the security guard post.
Avi and Anin followed from behind. They were also anxious to see the condition of the middle-aged woman.
Residents of the apartment who happened to have a doctor were asked to go down by the security guard. They contacted the middle-aged woman's family through her cell phone taken from the woman's car earlier.
"Thank you Anin and her friend for helping. His family will be down soon. It just so happens that this mother-in-law is Deffi. Please resume the activities of Anin and her friend." Said one of the guards.
"All right, sir, we'll go upstairs first..."
Anin and Avi walked out of the security guard post earlier. He entered Anin's apartment.
"Your house is nice Anin. Everything's neatly arranged."
Avi walks see photos of when they were in school first. When Anin first worked. The second photo of Anin and her photo with Tara.
"Watch your own house. I'll make you a drink soon. Do you still like sweet iced tea?"
Anin smiled looking at Avi who was also smiling at him. When the word iced sweet tea is said.
"Overall with the meat is this book.... "
They laugh at their favorite food in High School.
Anin walks into the kitchen making a drink for Avi.
Avi. I had to do this to you.
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Seriate...