Director, My First Love!

Director, My First Love!
Cie, China.



Rama has entered his study, because he got a call from a business partner. He invited Fadli to return home. Now, only Fadli and Raina are left sitting rigidly on the living room sofa.


"Eh, fine then. I'll take this souvenir. Excuse me, Raina." said Fadli kindly.


"Yes" Raina replied without paying attention to Fadli.


Fadli walked towards the door of Rama's house. She doesn't realize Raina is following her from behind, as if Raina is going to drive Fadli home. When he opened the door, Fadli realized that Raina was behind him.


"Eh, Raina. You want to take me forward?" ask Fadli


"Huh? Uh! What did you say?" Raina clumsy.


Aye? How am I gonna follow him anyway? Idih, what the hell, really bad for Raina. Inner Raina.


"You, you're behind me, right? Want to take me forward?" ask Fadli.


"Haish! Don't geer you, Fad. Who wants to take you! You know that, right? Before I talk to you, I sit on the front porch. IS IT FADLI? So, don't get geer!" Raina relieved.


"Oh, yes, too. I forget. Yes, then, I say yes Rai, Assalamualaikum." said Fadli.


"Yes" Raina replied.


Instantly, Fadli reflexes came to a halt. Not continuing his steps.


"Why stop?" ask Raina.


"Raina, I said hello to you? No matter how much you like me, if I say greetings, you still have to answer them, because answering greetings is mandatory for Muslims like us. You can't think of me, but you can't ignore my greetings." explained Fadli.


"Even the talk again. Yes, yes, Waalaikumsalam, Fadli. Please, the door is wide open for you, please leave immediately and go home soon. Why is it still here? Come on, let's go home!!" Raina's upset.


"Okay, I'm sorry." Fadli.


Raina is upset with the sanctimonious Fadli. It feels so bad, if Fadli every day will be with Raina, Fadli must be lecturing constantly like that, and that certainly makes Raina uncomfortable.


That woman, why is it so rude? Her face is so beautiful and funny, why is it not as beautiful as her face? It's a pity, a woman like Raina should be like this. Too bad, Mr. Rama and Mbak Gita, must often be upset with Raina. Hopefully, one day, I can change it. Fadli murmured in the heart.


...***...


H-1 Wedding Vina & Gilvan.


Vina is at her house with Gita. Vina has taken a leave of absence, and Gita deliberately volunteered to accompany Vina. Gita still does not expect, Vina can find her love with Gilvan.


"I'm so happy, Vin. You're finally with Gilvan. Two equally angelic hearts." Gita smiles.


"Thank you a lot, Git. It is thanks to you and Rama too. Because of you, I can reunite with Gilvan. You who have meritorious and made me realize that I must return to him. Thank you." Thank you." Vina hugged Gita.


"Oh, is it Vin? How's andra? How's he doing?" ask Gita curiously.


"I don't know what he is doing right now, while at work he never talks or just greets me. Maybe he was angry and embarrassed. Just leave him alone, the important thing is that he doesn't interfere with my happiness anymore." explains Vina.


"Yes, a basket-eyed man like Andra must indeed be destroyed" said Gita.


"Of course, it's a good thing that I didn't fall too much into it at the time" Vina added.


Gita took out a small box from her bag. Gita gave it to Vina.


"This is your wedding gift, Vin. From me, for you." Gita smiles.


"Geez, is this Git? Thank's damn! I didn't expect it at all. You've been too kind to me." replied Vina.


Vina opened the one-on-one gift that Gita had given her. Not cheap, not local. Everything is imported, the price must be in the tens of millions. Diamonds for Vina and Givia, one each, and luxury watches were given to Gilvan.


"Geez, why does everything have to be given to Git? One thing is enough, you are too scared! I'm ashamed of you." said Vina.


"Well, my dear, this is a memento from me to you. Wear it on your wedding day. It must be very beautiful and beautiful." explained Gita.


"Surely, Git. When will I get another fancy and expensive gift like this." Vina grinning horse.


"That's not how much, you're too much, Vin. Raina and Fadli are getting married. Because my mother and father-in-law are going to stay in Russia, so they want Raina to get married soon. So they don't worry about Raina, so Raina can protect her. It seems, not long from your marriage." Gita explained.


"What's? Seriously you? Any timing? Why so fast?" ask Vina.


"Why indeed?" Gita doesn't understand.


"Gilvan told me that Fadli liked one of the waiters in the restaurant" said Vina.


"Well, there it is. Mas Rama and I don't want Fadli to fall in love with another woman. Therefore, the sooner they get married, so that they can be close to each other and love each other. So that there is no room for Fadli or Raina looking for another partner" said Gita.


"If I heard the word 'match' was so cruel, but somehow, seeing Raina and Fadli being betrothed, I was happy. I thought they were a suitable couple. I like them both." explains Vina.


"I thought so too, Vin. This matchmaking is different, I did not find any awkwardness in Fadli. He is a nice and polite man. The origins of his family I know, Rama's assistant has given Fadli data. I saw it and I'm sure, Fadli is best for Raina. Yes, although Raina is not good for Fadli. But, I still hope, that Raina will be a better woman and can make Fadli happy" said Gita.


"Of course, hopefully Fadli can turn Raina into a good woman."


"Amin, hopefully. Oh yes, that also applies to your life as Gilvan huh. Hopefully, tomorrow your wedding will be smooth and happy." replied Gita.


"Amin, thank you so much, Gita. I deg-degan this. I don't think I'm ready to get married. This is my first time." said Vina.


"of course. But, if it's the first night, you've felt it, haven't you? My why! Haha." Gita laughing.


"Ssttt! What the hell is Gita! You did it before, didn't you, too, before you got married?" Vina attacked Gita back.


"Haish! If it was that time, I was in perk*sa with Mas Rama. I was forced, but I obviously didn't want to! You are, you want to do it? You and Gilvan must have done it lovingly back then. Aye right? Do not be shy, do not be shy. Tomorrow night you will do it with Gilvan. Open it up!" said Gita.


"Heh, noisy! Your mouth is so soft, Git! Yes, I knowingly committed that sweetest sin. I know, I was wrong, I was self-absorbed. I felt like a dirty woman at the time. I am ashamed of myself, I am truly sorry for giving my crown to Gilvan . But, if you imagine tomorrow, my first night after marriage, with Gilvan? How am I am so amused to imagine it? How will it be later? Oh, not Gita! Why would I want to imagine it? No, no! Don't imagine. It's gonna be very uncomfortable. Ugghhhhh!" Vina closed her eyes many times.


"Haha! I know, you've missed Gilvan's touch too, right? C'mon ngaku! You must be very sensitive when touched! I also felt so amused, embarrassed, and nervous mixed into one. Please imagine it for now. Before tomorrow, you and Gilvan will split the duren again. Haha." Gita is satisfied.


"What the hell is Git! But I've forgotten the taste. Shadow you, 7 years old, I never felt that way again." replied Vina.


"Well, rapet again dong yours? Surely Gilvan feels, you're a virgin again tomorrow. Be prepared, yes. Gilvan must be hooked on you. My husband is like that, geez, there is no fatigue deh Vin, that man is really bad." lamented Gita.


"Haih, by the way digress you. You miss being touched by Rama's brother, huh? If he picks you up later, I'll tell him, if you miss being touched, let's not digress like I'm talking about him!" chirps Vina.


"Eh, don't dong. Crazy you, my pride will be put where if you say it's the same? Don't Vina, please." insisted Gita.


"Good, fine. I joke, my dear. You are so proud." Vina laughs.


"Oh, I'm looking forward to you tomorrow! Cieeeeeee, SAH. Cieeeeee, Duren again, Cieeeeeee, will be a lot of love signs, Cieeeee, ah Cieeeee Cieeee deh anyway. Xixisxi. Happy wedding day, my friend. May you always be happy forever with Gilvan and Givia. Amen."


"Amin, baby. Thank you for your kindness all along. You're my bestfriend forever and ever."


"You too, Davina."


*Connected.*