I Didn't think I could love you.

Episode 97's

Weekends,

On a clear morning, some people were seen exercising in this place.

In a park in downtown Brazil surrounded by luxury apartments and star hotels.

No exception hotels and apartments with Walson family logos are also there.

Noorin was sitting in a park chair not so far from the Apartment owned by Viona, he had not moved to the Apartment facility from where he worked even though he had not packed.

Noorin sat cross-legged with one paper and pen in hand.

The large, covered clothes are the hallmark of this woman.

While breathing the air in the fresh morning, bring a piece of paper and pen hoping to get inspiration to draw expels saturation.

I didn't see it wrong, did I?

Slightly gasp as the highlight of his eyes is fixed

A tall burly man was running in the morning with earphones in his ears.

Sweat drops soaked a plain white t-shirt attached to the man's body.

And of course he's doing sports.

Men of Roman blood, look not as usual. Dropped his suit in casual clothes that did not show the identity that he was one of the higher-ups of the Walson Group.

In that rare moment Noorin spontaneously worked his brain.

As if getting inspired.

He began to move his pen, sketching designs while occasionally glancing at the man who was running there.

Noorin continued to draw, implied by the faint smile there, little by little the tuxedo stelan image was formed.

He continued to move his pen, but at once Noorin's pen fell down when it came to his mind

miguel's shadow was wearing the tuxedo he was designing.

"No, what are you thinking Noorin. " Murmuring while grabbing a pen that fell on the grass.

Noorin was surprised as the man flashed making his then look up, he said,

when the man who had been watching passed right in front of him.

She here?

Mr. Miguel.

Moreover, the man arrived to sit in the same garden chair.

It was as if he had not noticed in the slightest that the woman next to him was Noorin.

Sitting in the long chair in the garden. While drinking mineral water.

Then squeeze the bottle of mineral water and put it in the trash can.

His breath sounded dull. The sweat that flowed from his forehead towards his temples he wipes with his arms.

Handsomest

One proper word for the man sitting not far from Noorin was sitting it.

At once Noorin turned away pretending not to see, before Miguel realized he had been noticed.

Say hello, no?

Glances.

Noorin actually wanted to talk to Miguel, but certainly did not have the courage.

But on the other hand he wanted to thank also asked, When Miguel threw a crazy man from the building, it turned out that the crazy man was dead.

Noorin had seen the news on television.

But after that, Noorin did not find any more news, did you delete it

Noorin's mind twitched with his own.

The feeling of wanting to say hello to Miguel grew stronger, instantly his lips seemed to speak for themselves.

"Good morning sir. "

Noorin ventured, turning to Miguel greeting her kindly.

Miguel turned a glance, then straightened his gaze again.

Grievously, Not responding, anything else to reply Noorin's greeting.

Really Noorin regretted greeting Miguel, who was greeted in the slightest disregard, The initial plan wanted to thank him He kept his word back, he said, The questions that have been compiled also hit like dust grains blown by the wind.

Waaa...

*What kind of man is he

Glancing at Miguel who was sitting quietly, his breathing no longer seemed to be boring.

The sweat on my forehead has dried up.

There was no more talk after that,

The paper in Noorin's hand was crushed.

The mind that originally wanted to make a tuxedo as a thank you was He pronounced.

The park was starting to be quiet, but Miguel had not yet moved even though Noorin actually wanted to go from there. It has been almost 30 minutes Miguel has not yet made a sound.

Miguel sighed, He stood up and passed.

Noorin who saw that immediately stood up

"Sir, thank you for all your kindness. "

What I said

Shutting mouth.

My mouth really can't compromise!

Miguel stop.

"You've said it over and over again. "

Right too

My words are not important.

"Your body, I've washed it and I'll return it immediately. "

Noorin said again with his typical friendly tone.

Miguel did not look.

"I don't need her anymore. "

a flat voice sounded.

"But your suit is very expensive sir, dear if discarded right?. "

"I don't want my stuff anymore if it's someone else's. " Miguel just left.

Just a Jas, wasting time!

Duars!

As if slapped with Miguel's flat speech.

Noorin took a deep breath, staring at the back of the man who had gone away.

Regret having asked Miguel to speak,

*He's so cold.

I don't know why Noorin actually wanted to get Miguel to talk to him.

Like his senior David who always told me anything.

I guess I was hoping too far.

To be honest Noorin was quite impressed when Miguel helped him, also curious why Viona always told him good things about Miguel.

Curious why the man was so indifferent and cold. Not interested in anything other than the world of work.

***

"I'm home. " Noorin enters Viona's apartment.

His face was tangled, still feeling the effects of the embarrassing incident in the park.

Viona came out of the room, still in her pajamas and yawned.

Viona just woke up.

"Where are you from?. " The distinctive hoarse voice of waking up, he knocked himself down on the sofa.

Lying again.

"Road. " Noorin was sitting next to Viona.

"What's wrong?. "

Noorin shook his head.

"Nothing, "

"Your face is sour, something happened?. " Viona wakes up from her sleep rubbing Noorin's head using a cover.

"It's okay brother, I just accidentally met Mr. Miguel. "

"Did he hurt you?. "

Noorin shook his head.

"I'm just sorry to say hello to her earlier "

Viona laughs.

"Why are you laughing. "

"I can guess, he just kept quiet not to return your greeting or he immediately went to assume you never existed?. "

"Maybe the second. " Noorin flicked up his clothes and stood up to leave Viona.

"If Miguel keeps quiet, he's waiting for what you want to say. "

"But if he just leaves without waiting for a break when you talk, it means he doesn't want to hear anything and never thinks you exist. "

Noorin thought, Mr. Miguel was silent. Gave a nearly 30-minute pause for Noorin to speak.

Noorin said nothing until Miguel got up and left.

"I went to the room first, brother. " Noorin began to understand a little, his face no longer looked sour and then went into the room.