KEEPING SECRETS (CAN YOU?)

Eps. 7 Friendship

Since the meeting between Nabila and Josephira in the party of Lord Fadel, the relationship between the two became familiar. During leisure time Nabila will be invited by Josephira to meet, either sightseeing or just hanging out.

“Are you the day there was filming?” Josephira asked by phone.

“No brother, today off, no filming schedule”” replied Nabila

“Company me at home ya.” Pinta Josephira's.

“Eee.. how ya?” Nabila.

Today she actually wants to spend the day with Diva, her daughter. It has been a month since he was busy with work, so he did not have much time to be with his daughter.

Josephira is a good woman, if she knows Nabila already has a daughter maybe she doesn't want to interfere with Nabila's quality time. But Nabila never said the whereabouts of his daughter. That was a secret he had to keep.

“Why? You're okay, right?”

“Oh, uh yes brother I'm fine. I'll be with brother. Waiting for you brother.” Nabila replied after a moment of hesitation, but for the sake of secrecy he was willing not to accompany Diva today.

“I'll send you a car to pick you up. Okay, see you Bil.”

I immediately took a shower and changed clothes. An hour later he had reached Bram's mansion.

“Bi Well, I went to Josephira.”'s sister's house Pamit Nabila on bi Minah.

“Iya Bill, be careful on the road. Home is not too late, Mr. Adli yesterday said tomorrow you have your latest movie promo event in Bandung.”

Nabil nodded in understanding. As usual Adli always sent the same message to bi Minah and herself. So that he does not melt or forget the work schedule.

Then Nabila walked over to Diva who was playing a doll. He stared at the princess who he kept his status secret. Diva has grown. He's eight years old. Nabila's beauty is declining on her.

“Emm, Diva mama When go yes.”

“Say mama When today we will play as much.” Rajuk Diva, without looking at Nabila's face. Her hands still play the Barbie doll in the hijab.

“Sorry, suddenly the wife of the boss where mama works asks mama When come to her house.” Lying Nabila while his hands gently stroked the tip of his son's head.

The Diva did not answer, nor did she look. He sulked, because Nabila did not keep his promise. Nabila's heart felt sliced, sad to not be able to invite Nabila out together and show his daughter to the world.

Actually Nabila was also afraid, of Ferdi. He was sure if Ferdi saw Diva who grew up with a beautiful and adorable look then his cleverness would definitely try to wrest Diva from him. This is what makes Nabila close the secret of the status of the princess he was born.

A car stopped disperse the paranoid reverie of Nabila. The driver came out and opened the back door to let Nabila in. The car also drove towards a large, luxurious house that was a good distance away.

“Assalamu’alaikum kak.” Excited Nabila when he saw Josephira sitting in the garden while painting.

“Waalaikumusalam, here Bil.” Josephira answered with a big smile and spread her arms inviting Nabila into the warm embrace of a friend.

“You always look beautiful.” Praise Josephira while staring intensely at the idol artist who has now become his best friend.

“Ah sister is too praising me. My sister is also very pretty. I am very envious, when looking at my sister like this.” Reply Nabila.

The two laughed and hugged as if they had not seen each other for years.

“Owh, beautiful once painting sister.” Excited Nabila, his eyes looked at the takjup on the paintings of roses that Nabila was working on. “Very details, even the thorns strung by this rose feel real.”

“Thank you.” Josephira answered while sipping warm tea from a beautiful porcelain cup.

“Self alone brother here. It's a holiday. Where's my handsome nephew?” When asking for a son only wayang result of love Josephira and Bram.

“There, Betoven again swims with his papa behind.” Josephira replied casually.

The two of them exchanged stories. Nabila listened more to the story of Josephira who was so proud to tell his son who was now nine years old. Josephira eagerly recounted his growing up, his mischief and cuteness as well as his son's behavior at school.

Nabila listened carefully. In her little heart she envied, in fact she wanted to also tell me she had a beautiful daughter, kind and smart. He could only hear, did not have the courage to tell the Diva who was now eight years old and also attended the same school as Betoven. Nabila can only hide her pride in having a daughter named Diva.

“Tante..” A small child's scream is heard.

“Hai handsome.” Excited Nabila then caught Betoven's body in his arms. “Kok ga pake shirt anyway?” ask him again while smirking the cheek of the handsome little boy.

“Aish, auntie don't kiss dong. My boyfriend knows, I'm so shy.” Betoven cleaned his cheek that he just kissed Nabila. Making Nabila chuckle.

“Iya sorry aunty yes, aunt always wanted to kiss you this handsome.” Answer Nabila while pinching the tip of Betoven's nose with anxiety. Makes Betoven grimace.

“Ihh, naughty auntie!” Rajuk Betoven.

“Ma..” had not had time Nabila continued his sentence, looking a handsome man just wearing knee-length swimming pants approached. Making Nabila's eyes glued and looked at him solemnly.

Nabila swallowed her saliva, staring at Bram's athletic body with wet hair that began to mongering after swimming with her son. Bram is getting closer. Fortunately Nabila quickly realized from excessive admiration for her best friend's husband, then she turned her eyes to Betoven. Bram who just found out that Nabila was accompanying his wife was throwing a big smile while saying hi to Nabila. He walked to his wife who was continuing his painting.

“Darling, why didn't you invite Nabila this morning?” Ask affectionately and then kiss the tip of his wife's head.

“Aish, you have a guest like this? You are also Beto. Let's quickly take a shower, rinse your body then dress modestly.” Hardik Josephira on her husband and son.

The two then stood up straight and saluted then passed. Josephira shook his head, while Nabila just giggled to see him.

A great boss is so submissive to his beautiful wife, the inner Nabila in heart.

Moments later Bram and Betoven were present and joined.

Betoven is a very active child, unable to sit quietly while talking. He went running around the park and asked a male servant to play ball.

“Your news how Bil?” Tanya Bram is stale.

“I'm good brother. Alhamdulillahot. Bram's own news how?”

“Alhamdulillah, our family is healthy and well.” He answered while rubbing the back of his wife who was busy painting it.

“Ah ya Bil, your soap opera that already aired on good television loh, I am very happy to see it.” Josephira exclaimed without taking his eyes off the canvas of the painting.

“Thank you brother. That's a soap opera sponsored by his company Bram.” Answer Nabila.

“Keep no soap opera project or new movie?” replied Nabila “Almost now the soap opera that brother story just extended his contract with his tv station kak, so starting next week I've been filming striping again. Thank you brother, without the help of my brother I would still have trouble getting a place in persinetronan.”

Occasionally Nabila steals a look at Bram while answering. While Bram looked indifferent, occasionally he looked at Nabila, but mostly he looked at his wife's back, but his hands did not stop wiping her back.

Nabila was so envious to see the harmony of his new best friend's family. Rich, have children, harmonious again. Ah, if only Brother Bram had been my husband. Nabila's wild mind. Then hurriedly brushed it off.

“Yang... Ease dong painted it. There's Nabila here.” Pinta Bram with a spoiled tone. Making Nabila grin.

“Ish, especially Brother Bram if in the office tone like this huh?” Canda Nabila's.

Josephira laughed out loud listening to the joke.

“Of course not.” Bram replied flat, cold and intimidating. As if to show Nabila that is his style while working. “I'm just being spoiled to my beloved wife.”

Deg, the last sentence as if hit by Nabila felt. Does Brother Bram know I was amazed to see him and constantly steal glances at him even though it was just a casual disobedience, inner Nabila. Making Nabila subconsciously bow her head feeling embarrassed.

“Oke. is done. How?” Josephira asked with a big smile and wide hands hinting at everyone to judge the results of his work.

Seriate…

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