I'm Not a Grabber

Chapter 46: The Bitter Honesty of Jamu Brotowali

"I'll resign from the senate."

"WHAT'S!" The two friends were no longer able to express their surprise.

The Senate department is not for toys. Moreover, they know Shena's struggle to gain the trust of the students. It is inconceivable to drain sweat once again just to maintain all that is rightfully the friend.

No. gabe. How can it be so easy to give up? Such was Naina and Siti's mind, but Shena calmly explained her case. He doesn't want to, tomorrow there's a new problem. Not by releasing the department. Can he focus on helping his friend?

So, why dig into new problems again. Not willing, but giving is the best option. Finally, Naina and Siti wanted to understand. The two girls sat hugging him to strengthen each other. This is a friendship that has always been a pride.

"Now, what about your project, Nai? Whether there's been any progress or is it still quiet in the last place." Shena glanced towards the girl who was on her left side.

The glasses girl was busy pretending to clean her glasses. Though not a layer of glass that is clean shiny. Lips trembling tightly. It seems like there is something new again, but Naina will not open her mouth just to tell a story. On the other hand, Siti began to be busy playing the device as usual.

The two hands were intertwined, the eyes looking down. There was anxiety heard from the girl's breath, "Nai, what Mr. Xavier did something to you? Why is this silence, scaring me."

"It's not about that, Shena. I ...," Naina let out a long sigh, her lips twitching, but having to say honesty that might, someday, could be a misunderstanding.

Seeing his movements. Pretty predictable. This is definitely related to Fatih. Youths who will be a barrier fence to their friendship. Eager to talk to Aunt Amora, unfortunately that's not possible. Conscience prevents it, for the common good.

"Shena, whatever I'm gonna tell you. Please, don't be angry." Naina grabbed the hand of her best friend, then held it warmly. Despite the tremors of fear, "Fatih wants to destroy the Anderson family. Husband's family. I'm confused where to start, it's tight and I can't hold it anymore."

Instead of playing the device. It turns out that Siti followed the details of the story from Naina. Less salt! How could there be such a bastard? Is it because thinking has power only because of the bonding of a circular ring? If so, ask for it in pit3s.

It's delicious, playing threaten people's children. Does no one think they will be a protector? Or that young man, is he basically a jerk? I don't know. One thing is for sure, now his blood is boiling imagining the sucking of Fatih's lifeless mouth. It doesn't matter, if the man is Naina's future husband.

Meanwhile, Shena could only rub Naina's head. Letting his best friend lean into his arms. Want to be honest about the past, but the mood is not possible. If not honest now, when else? The courage alone will collapse. When trust leaves logic.

"Nai, can you listen to me?" shena asked half a whisper, Naina nodded with the same position hugging her body. "Fatih was my first love. She's the reason I ignore so many men."

Pain, but not heartbreak. It's like being forced to drink brotowali. Bitter is not play. Naina releases a hug, then looks at the face of the girl who always had the soul of a leader. A stern face, without any doubt.

Buy already. Naina's honesty continues Shena's honesty, making Siti unable to comment anything. This time, it's a complicated matter. It may not be as complex as an algorithm. Right no? Difficult life, but during the support of loved ones with us.

Whatever the case, you can get the best solution. You can fall, then get limped. But always remember to get back up. Failure is not a sin. Except the process of getting better. Today, the three girls sitting in the headquarters room were strengthening each other.

The chatter of the girls got further and further, while Mr. Ibrahim had to swallow the pill of disappointment. Ten proposals had been submitted by the senate representative, but none of them touched his heart. An annual event that should be a prestigious event. Most likely it will fail.

"Sir, this is the eleventh proposal." The senate representative put the white paper on the table, the young man was distressed by Mr. Ibrahim's attitude. "Emm, can I go to the toilet first, sir?"

Never mind answers. Mr. Ibrahim only replied to the young man with a cynical look. Lost already quiet attitude as a lecturer. How not? The young man who owns Sean's name, continues to give garbage paper that is not qualified. A disappointing proposal.

The annual event is about to begin. Unfortunately, the event became the biggest obstacle. Mr. Ibrahim thinks the senate representative can handle everything. But the man did not know. If during Shena's leadership as senate. Only the girl became the brains, while the crew of the movers.

Naturally, if Sean is confused to make a proposal for a grand event later. All the details will be a jumping bridge. Let alone detail, the sequence of event points alone is incomplete. So, now what's gonna happen? Can a grand event be held without a plan?

"Do I have to lift the suspension that Shena got?" asked Mr. Ibrahim to himself, then shook his head expelling unjustified thoughts.

Yes, he wants to take off his own words? It could be a material for students. His lips were too pail, until they could not be pinned. But who can help him? If you do not humble yourself, then ask Shena to make a grand event plan later. Dilemmas.

Two hours later. Shena's on her way home, but her goal isn't home. Instead of following the direction of her husband through sharelock meeting place. A sense of fatigue whack, making the girl repeatedly yawn. However, keep trying not to fall asleep in a taxi.

"Non, what's the park in front of that mean?" The driver asked, shaking Shena's consciousness, the girl looked at whatsapp once again.

"Yes, sir" he answered matching the location point that is not far from where he was driving. "Sir, stop in front of the alley. I'll walk from there and here's the tax money."

Shena actually stopped where she wanted to be. As soon as the taxi car passed from before him. Footsteps walking down the sidewalk. So many cars passing by, understand at five in the afternoon. It is definitely the hour of return for office workers.

Love Park. A park that provides the best photo spots with natural scenery baground. Bouquet of flower fences, mini greenhouses filled with several types of butterflies. Blum another photo spot. A park that is highly recommended.

"Good taste, or does my husband love flowers? The house has its own rose garden. Never mind, the next business is also a plantation. Amiin, I can pick flowers at will." Shena monologue to herself without stopping her footsteps treading the green grass of the garden.