
Darsh just got to his study. Not long after, Frey came too. This morning they did not come together.
"Darsh, you came early."
"No, Frey. I just got here. Oh yeah, can we meet Max, Justin, and Owen?" Darsh wants to say something important to them.
"When?"
"This morning, all lunch," replied Darsh.
"Tumben, it's sudden. Can't wait for tonight?"
"I can't go out the other night, Frey" he said, leaning on his seat of greatness.
Frey was a little weird seeing this response of his best friend. Usually at any time, he never refused. Tumben for this time Darsh doesn't want to go out for the night anymore.
"What's wrong with you, Darsh? Are you uncomfortable coming out with us?" search Frey.
"No, Frey. There is a heart I must guard. I don't want to disappoint him." Of course Darsh has to start reducing those unimportant activities. The first reason, Darsh does not want to meet again with the 3 strange girls. At least that's what he avoided. Second, his mother would be angry with him. As the wedding day approaches, Darsh must always be at home.
"Well, what a surprise is this, Darsh?"
Darsh raised his left hand. Not usually the man wears jewelry, but for this time he wears his engagement ring with Glenda.
"Congratulations, Darsh. I thought it was just your joke. About, your other best friend will be angry or not?" Frey just thought. Moreover, the aged Max has clearly lost just like that.
"Don't be mad at me. I have not wanted it either, but I must take responsibility for what the grandma requests are. This girl's a child of mama and papa's acquaintance, so I don't dare to act like this."
"Well, are you being betrothed?" search Frey.
"That's Frey, don't keep interrogating me. We better work first and do not forget to send messages in group chat. I'll buy you guys."
It was not Darsh's intention to get Frey, but as his assistant, of course Frey would accept all the Darsh assignments.
"Well you meet at ZA's restaurant or where?"
The deg!
The restaurant belongs to his future father-in-law. There's no way Darsh can take them there anymore. Maybe until Darsh gets married.
"The restaurant is near our office" replied Darsh.
The man immediately checked the incoming email from several clients. After reading it, Darsh picks up some important files on the shelf. His father had already notified all the files according to their location.
"Darsh, are you sure you're getting married? I mean, this sounds really fast in my opinion. Are you sure that after marriage can be free as before? In fact, post-engagement alone you will limit your activities out there. What if you were married? Maybe your wife will keep you in your room all day. And, you-you-"
"Forget that bad thought of yours. I may not be free. I can take her wherever I go. That's not a problem for you, is it?"
Darsh's right. The husband and wife relationship looks more complicated than the shadow. Frey did not forget to send a message in the group chat of his five best friends.
[This morning come to a restaurant near the office of DD Corporation. I'll wait there!]
After the message was sent, there was no reply from them. Maybe his three friends are busy.
"Darsh, there's no reply."
"Leave it. If they can, they will come. Don't you worry."
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His three best friends were there early. Not according to Frey's previous conjecture, but Darsh is convinced that they must have come.
"Hello, Mr. Boss, how are you?" greet Max.
"Hello, Max. I'm kind. How's it going? Was your day amazing?" reply Darsh.
"of course. Max has an appointment with Helga again. Maybe he's in need of a release" Owen said.
"If you want, make an appointment with him. Helga is heartbroken by Darsh's rejection. He needs me" Max said.
"Of course, don't make a fuss! Have you ordered food?" said Frey.
"Gee, Mr. Assistant, we're ready to order food" Justin said.
"Room a message. I've only got an hour less, '" Darsh replied.
Frey immediately called the waiter and ordered some food for his best friend and himself. Finished the affair, Frey opened his best friend's chat again.
"My boss wants to tell you something" Frey said.
Max, Owen, and Justin begin to focus on Darsh. They looked at his best friend with an indecipherable look. Between curiosity, knowledge, and attention. They waited long enough to listen to Darsh.
"A long time, Darsh. What do you want to say?" ask Justin.
"One more month I'm getting married and-"
"Well, this is shocking news, Darsh," Max says. "I thought your words at the Cafe were just a joke. It's really serious."
"Wait, Max! I'm not done yet" Darsh replied.
"Max, don't play Darsh cut. Wait until it is completely finished. Not only are you surprised, I'm just as surprised as you are" Owen said.
"Owen, shhhtttt!" said Justin. He asked Owen to be quiet first by putting his index finger right in front of his own mouth.
"My wedding will be held in my papa's home country" he said.
That means I can meet Jillian again. I miss that girl. Inner Frey.
"We're definitely coming. Do you want us all to be groomsmen at your wedding?" ask Max.
"I don't know that yet, Max. I have to ask my future wife first" replied Darsh.
"Well, Darsh. I'm curious, this is serious and not a dream, right?" ask Justin.
Without saying much, Darsh puts his left hand on the table. He hopes his friends realize that this is not a hoax or prank made up by him.
"Woah, this is cool! The ring is really circular!" exclaim Max. He has always been the biggest of all his friends.
Justin and Owen observe the fingers of his best friend's hand. Sure enough, a plain ring with a model that looks elegant, but looks fit on the fingers of his best friend it makes everything amazed except Frey.
"Well, congratulations, Darsh! Finally someone precedes Max" Justin said.
"What do you mean, Justin? You intentionally insinuate me? Why don't you just say, Max, remember your age, you're old and you should be married. It'll be more detailed in my opinion" Max explained.
The other friend laughed at the commotion of the two people. Before everything went any further, the waiter came at the right time. Food and drinks served at the table. Without saying much, they ate it. Darsh is very hungry. So did Frey and his three other best friends. Everyone eats in silence.