I Didn't think I could love you.

Episode 84

Clik..

The apartment door opens, though,

"It's dark" Viona fingered the wall and then turned on the lights. Enter into his house that still looks dark and quiet.

Viona's headed for the kitchen, please,

deserted

then he gulped down some water before heading to his cousin's room.

"Noorin, are you home?." Viona opened the door of the room next to her.

Still dark, Viona turned on the lights and circulated the view.

Noorin's room still looks neat not even shifted a cent of the pillow from its original place. That means there's no sign Noorin's back.

Viona looked at the watch, she frowned when she saw it was 02:30 in the morning. Noorin doesn't usually come home late. Viona was worried about starting to contact him while sitting on the edge of the bed.

Noorin did not pick up her phone, making Viona even more anxious and kept contacting her again and again.

"I'm home..." Noorin's loud voice shocked Viona.

"You're from anywhere, I'm worried about you." Rise up from her seat then approach hugging Noorin.

"I'm fine, you don't worry." Noorin let go of his embrace.

Put the bag and some books on his desk and then take off both the gloves and the Blazer he was wearing

put her in the basket while saying

"I saw you with Mr. Miguel earlier, I don't want to bother you because that's why I let you and..." Noorin hung up the sentence.

Noorin sat on the edge of the bed, while Viona stood leaning in front of the desk waiting for Noorin to continue.

"Are you dating?." Look at Noorin on Viona.

"What?!." Viona surprised.

"I've never seen you with a man" Noorin shivered.

" If there are still men in this world. Better you find another man. Mr. Miguel is so cruel, he's no good to you "Lirih Noorin while taking a deep breath neutralizing his mind and then looking down.

*Calling her name alone I've been goosebumps, especially until she became my sister-in-law.* Inner Noorin while goosebumps fantasize that it is not.

Remembering the incident this afternoon at the boutique where he worked, when Mr. David was his senior made busy because he got a cellphone call from Mr. Miguel.

Senior had objected that Noorin should make 100 designs within one night.

Therefore, his seniors continue to curse Miguel who according to his outrageous.

Luckily Noorin wasn't stupid, and he had even prepared it long before today.

He worked hard to create hundreds of the best clothing designs for the future young master of the Walson family.

Starting from the first clothes at birth to the next few months.

Noorin had to create a limited edition for each of his designs,

Sometimes Noorin imagines how lucky the baby will be to be born from the womb of Mr. Hazelo's wife.

Until everything is prepared so perfectly.

That's why he's working hard to get the perfect result.

His finest work will be worn by the son of master Hazelo, the successor to the Walson Family. Very proud, right?

Tomorrow is the day of his meeting with Mr. Miguel. He must face and report the results of the work that Mr. Miguel requested. Just imagining it made Noorin tremble.

"Ha ha ha." Viona's laughter broke the daydream.

"Why laugh?." looked up

"What do you think, I'm not dating anyone. Me and Miguel grew up together. You know that, right?." Viona approached Noorin then sat down beside him.

"Miguel is a good man, his heart is soft though evil in sight." Viona patted Noorin on the shoulder before moving on.

Good night." Viona smiled before moving up and reaching for the door handle.

"You always say that, You always praise her but I don't see the slightest bit of kindness on her." Noorin shrugged his shoulders then laid himself on the bed.

"You won't know if you don't recognize it well." Viona then disappeared behind the closed door.

"I have no interest in getting acquainted with her." bersedik was horrified not to be able to imagine even in daydreams.

***

Noorin yawns after finishing worship. Last night he was made not to sleep well imagining today.

Noorin took his breath again and again

Supplying oxygen neutralizes her tense self.

Some time passed until he finished cleaning himself and polishing his face in front of the mirror. Wearing a head covering as usual also do not forget the gloves that always wrap his fingers every day.

Blazer long Coat closes on the outside to protect from the cold.

Yes, it's Noorin. The Pakistani girl who is also blue eyed is always dressed big and covered, a little different from Viona.

"Sister, I'm leaving" Noorin raised his voice in front of Viona's room door.

Then rushed out of the Apartment even though Viona did not also reply..

With his broad steps Noorin headed for Crete Station underground with a bag containing a laptop and several books perched in hand.

The train station is still quite quiet. Keep walking until you get in front of the electric crete whose door is open.

With his firm steps he established himself.

The train arrived at the station not far from where he worked.

"Like his master hasn't come yet." Noorin grabbed the door handle and entered the presedir room.

Noorin put his masterpiece with his heart on the table, taking out a folding screen put next to his file. Then sit waiting while occasionally taking his breaths neutralizing his thumping chest.

Chequek.

Noorin was shocked when the door opened.

He stood up and bowed when he found out who had come.

"Good morning sir."

Noorin returned to his feet after his greeting was not responded to.

Cih, how arrogant!.

Noorin did not dare to look at the face of Mr. Miguel, from the sound of his footsteps approaching alone had already made him tense.

*God, why isn't Mr David here?. One room with a human like master is much more miserable than the arrival of a life-revouring angel. * Inner Noorin.

"Bronch!!" Miguel spread out some files on the table.

Makes Noorin jump in shock

his daydreams collapsed instantly when he realized Miguel was sitting on the sofa right in front of him.

Noorin trembled in fear but looked up at his face as if nothing had happened.

"This is the design you asked for, sir." Say politely with a smiley face.

His heart did not match the look of his face.

He sat back while waiting for Miguel to grab the pile of papers on the table.

More tense when Miguel grabbed a stack of papers containing designs by Noorin.

The quiet atmosphere in the room. It gets colder and frostier even though there is no snow falling there.

Sheet by sheet Miguel open.

Until the last page without any comment.