
Arga was still smiling looking at Qonita's face that was still bent. Until the party ended, and they did not forget to follow the photo session with the bride.
"Still angry?" god continued driving.
"Hem."
Arga laughed a little.
"Then, Alva and Tamara didn't like each other. Even Tamara had beaten Alva when she wanted to peek at the first night of Kiano and Aruna," kekeh Arga could not stop considering the fate of Alva who was the worst because of being kicked Tamara.
Qonita could no longer hold back her pouting expression. He also immediately widened his smile.
"Seriously?" ask Qonita amazed at once amused.
"Seriously," replied Arga in between her laughter.
"Since then Alva doesn't like to hate Tamara."
Qonita's regret instantly evaporated. He even now chuckles offset the laughter of Arga who looks very happy.
Qonita's heart beat hard when she saw Arga's face that looked normal, like a good man, not a teaching man. Very handsome and kiyut. The laugh was so off, not impressed.
Hey heart, calm down a little. Don't embarrass me, inner Qonita many times.
The two sat for a moment before Arga shifted his focus forward.
"But at the cafe, Alva looked tame as Tamara. How, can?" qonita asked to throw away the clumsy atmosphere that suddenly ambushed them
Arga cleared a moment.
"That night Alva was meeting with the Meti family, discussing their matchmaking. Alva refuses, then goes to the club. At that time he met the person he suspected as one of the perpetrators who wanted to hit Aruna in the hospital," Arga paused his explanation.
Stumping him again mood explains the demands of events in detail.
"A minute, a minute. Aruna got hit? When?"
"Yes, we're looking for the culprit again. It's been a long time, anyway. It was Alva nemu. Unfortunately the culprit again rame, while Alva is alone. He was beaten."
Qonita almost gaped at hearing it.
This story is so exciting. Beyond his guess.
"Gue, Glen and Regan arrive late to the club's parking lot. Alva does not exist. It turns out Tamara saved him."
Until here Arga was silent for quite a long time.
Should I tell you about the stimulant drug? his mind started to get confused again.
"Continue?" chase Qonita was very interested.
After staring at the plain face in front of him for a while, Arga decided not to and chose to make up the story into a slightly different version.
"When I was in the hospital, it was pretty bad. Papi Alva promised to cancel the match. Papi Meti also did not object because they had considered each other as their own children," said Arga began to make up.
Thankfully, he always got high if there was an Indonesian assignment for story-making lessons. Whether it's a story about activities during school holidays or a story about tourist works. He can always do it very well.
"At first Alva only used Tamara as a tool for her matchmaking to break from Meti. But because Alva's parents feel they owe Tamara their lives for her son's safety, they agree with Alva's plan. Moreover, Tamara's parents also agreed with Alva's parents' intention to match the two."
Until here Arga began to be relieved because the lie went smoothly and began in line with the facts that occurred.
"Ooh... But why, Alva can like to like Tamara? Kan initially did not like, trus hate," muttered Qonita slowly but still sounded very clear by Arga.
"Learn someone who says if you hate not to get too deep, it can be love. Maybe that's what happened to both of them" said Arga smartass.
Qonita mangosteen mangosteen understand
"Like you," said Arga fishing, intending to tease him.
"I? Why?" qonita asked as she pointed her index finger at her chest, not understanding Arga's intent to trap her.
"Yes. Don't hate me too much, you can fall in love" Arga's tease is serious without seeing Qonita.
Qonita felt her face blushing very red and felt hot to the ears.
Arga smiled as the shy-looking Qonita looked down through her front-view mirror.
"I'm not," he refused quickly with his heart pounding very fast.
"No hate but love it?" the Arga Goda again makes the red color thicker and more real.
"Apaan, anyway."
Arga smiled widely, then one of his hands rattled Qonita's front hair.
"You're beautiful if you're ashamed," ledek Arga chuckled, let alone Qonita brushed off his hands to stay away. The laughter just gets worse.
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Glen who was about to come out left the party ballroom, reversing the direction of his steps to the corner pillar quite.
Meti was standing there.
"Wouldn't you go home?" glen asked as soon as he arrived near Meti.
"Sir Glen, isn't Meti pretty?" meti asked directly without looking at Glen. But this heartbroken girl stared far ahead. Don't know what he saw. There was only darkness in his heart.
His feeling is very tight. Crushed. Alvanya's sister is married.
Flashbacks
"Meti, you're Alva's sister. Beloved sister," persuaded Alva that morning before she was about to set out to execute the contract.
Meti with reckless early morning already met Alva. But Mami and Papi Alva were not angry, nor did they forbid when Meti said she would meet Alva who was being dressed up by MUA in her room.
"*I don't want to be just a sister. I want to be Alva's wife," whined Meti insisted. This is his last chance*.
"Sister Alva can't. Alva loved Meti as a sister. Can't be a wife," persuaded Alva again after a long sigh.
It's hard to explain to Meti, her inner mummy
"Or gini aja, Meti want to be the second wife of Alva's brother," said Meti really. Repeating his old request.
"That's not even possible, dear Meti. Brother Alva has to leave already" he said while giving a code to MUA who are still near them.
"Did Alva love her?"
"Yes. Alva's sister's in love with Tamara. Only this time Kak Alva felt the love that was so dominant. Not want to share. And have it all," replied Alva honestly.
All because of the kampret Revelation that also did not give up on approaching Tamara made Alva always urgent and finally realized her true feelings.
Meti. He was suffocating, his breath stifling.
"Sister Alva go first, yes," said Alva immediately stepped away leaving Meti unmoved with glassy eyes.
Alva could not see the girl crying for her happiness. Alva chooses to leave Meti and his grief.
End.
Glen grabbed Meti's head and leaned against his chest. And Meti's cry broke. Sobbing with shaken shoulders.
Glen just patted Meti's soft shoulder. Letting the girl cry, expelling all the feelings that were running up in her heart.
Maybe after this Meti will not be sad again or even will not experience depression.
So let Meti cry all over tonight.
A broken heart is very painful. Glen, who had experienced it before, understood it well.