Hugging Memories

First Meeting

Rama exited the restaurant while circulating his gaze to every corner of the courtyard, looking for the whereabouts of his car. Nihil, a car that was parked neatly in front of the restaurant yard, now there is no trace of him at all. He breathed out in confusion.

He met Fano who was still standing since Nasyra left the place.

“Where is the car .. didn't Nasyra say he was waiting in the car? It should be here.” Rama muttered softly.

“Sorry, are you from earlier here?” rama asked Fano who was answered nodding by him.

Fano then asked, “What's wrong?”

“Do you see the white car parked here?”

White car? What was that car Rara was riding in, huh? Who her? What is the relationship with Rara? batin Fano.

“Ah yes, it looks like I saw him out a few minutes ago," replied Fano a little indifferently.

“Really, thanks for the information.

Rama immediately pulled out his phone, he then contacted Nasyra, while Fano, he said goodbye to enter the restaurant.

“I'm sorry to enter first,” say goodbye Fano to Rama.

"Yes, please!"

The purpose of Fano coming to the restaurant owned by Nasyra is to meet his colleagues. Unexpectedly, he even met his unconscious who he had been looking for five years. Yes, the owner of the heart was finally back in front of him, although he did not get much information about it.

Rama tried to call Nasyra, the third time he made a call, but still not adopted by his wife.

A few minutes later, the white car came to pick up Rama, with Rama standing handsomely while ruffled waist.

Right in front of him, the car stopped. Rama opened the car door. With a deliberately irritated breath, he looked towards Nasyra. Ready to rain down questions that might be very detailed on the woman.

Hopefully, Rama did not ask anything. I have to answer what ....

“Honey, where were you? Shouldn't you wait in the car?" rama asked curiously.

“Ah, that ... was Mr. Ki taking me. Yes, Sir ...” Nasyra throws an answer to Mr. Ki, the driver who had witnessed the real event, between his employer and the foreign man who met in front of the restaurant.

“Anu ... Sir, I wanted that ...”

“What do you want, Mr Ki? To where? Which is obviously trying to say." Rama said he could not wait to hear the answer from his driver.

“Kak .. Pak Ki bought fuel first. Sorry, I didn't say that.”

“Oh ... Where do I think I'm going, and why didn't my phone get picked up earlier?” ask Rama.

“Really? Last phone?” Nasyra asked back while checking her phone in the bag.

“Ah yes, it turns out I am silent, Brother, sorry ...” continued Nasyra.

“We leave now yes, it seems to be late," take Rama with a commanding tone.

“Street, Mr Ki!”

“Good, Mr.”

Since becoming a married couple Nasyra is a woman who is greatly admired by her husband. Rama loved him very much, although he did not know how Nasyra kept the name Fano neatly in his heart. Rama did not care, most importantly, his wife treated him well.

Nasyra's principle at that time, he would immediately marry if anyone proposed to him, whoever the man was. For him, hoping Fano is an impossibility. There was no way he would continue to wish on a single name that already had a wife in his life.

He first met with Rama while attending a cooking competition in Singapore. Nasyra was the only female contestant at the time, and Rama was the competition judge.

Rama continued to try to get close to Nasyra, the figure of the girl who was full of talent made him more interested. Her expertise in the field of cooking was already evident when she took the course five years ago. He pursued his skills, making cooking his hobby.

Until finally, Nasyra established a relationship with Rama because the man managed to captivate the old man Nasyra. Someone who is now her husband, began to support the ideals of Nasyra who wanted to open a restaurant. Rama gladly helped him to set up a restaurant that Nasyra dreamt of.

The restaurant, called Orched Resto, is now growing rapidly as Nasyra always makes new menus. Plus, Rama's company in the field of advertising is also undaunted to promote his wife's restaurant.

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