
That night, Ega accompanied Fani to a famous event held at the Graha Cakrawala building. The party they attended was great. There were several artists of the capital who enlivened it.
The building decoration is also very elegant. With soft color shades.
They both wear clothes with matching batik motifs. Fani looks very beautiful with the makeup and kebaya that she wears.
For people who do not know, will definitely think the two of them are a suitable and harmonious couple.
With her elegant style, Fani hooked her hand on Ega's elbow. Without any comment the man let it. Facing the woman next to him requires a lot of patience.
Several times he was forced to meet with Fani's friends. The woman introduced herself as her partner tonight. Many of the girl's friends pray that soon follow to the pelaminan.
Fani happily accepted their prayers. I hope their prayers are answered.
"Hunger to your married friend, after that go straight back," whispered Ega.
"Well, what a hurry? Just arrived, too" Fani replied in a whisper.
"You don't want me to stay here" threatened Ega.
"Prophe dong."
"Fame!" a woman dressed in less material.
They both hugged and cipika cipiki. Several other women came over and did the same.
"Cie, there's a guy. Ah, lose to me. Crazy for you, Fan. It's so good to get new prey" whispered one of his friends.
Just keep quiet watching them. No matter their conversation.
The vibration of the phone inside his pants pocket shifted his focus away from the event. He saw the name on his phone.
Seeing Zahra's name there made her forget all about it. Without saying goodbye to Fani he rushed out of the venue. He chose to get into the car to hear Zahra's voice clearly.
The happiness he felt made him forget that they had just had a fight this afternoon. Considering this is the first time Zahra has contacted him.
"Hello," greeted Ega happily.
"Hello" replied Zahra quietly.
"Ra, what's wrong?" ask Ega to start worrying.
Remember that Zahra was in the village alone.
"Ga."
"Yes, Ra? Wh why? What's up?"
"I-I'm sorry, Ga. Make it last day."
"Honey. Gosh darn. N-no! I should be the one apologizing to you, "reply to Ega.
He feels happy. A very good progress for him.
"I'm sorry, I snapped you this afternoon, I'm so sorry, honey."
"Me too, can we start all over again?" zahra was barely heard from anymore.
"Wait around! What are you talking about? I didn't hear wrong, did I?" ask Ega to make sure.
"I, I want to start everything from scratch, our relationship, help me to keep myself grounded for you. I can't lose you anymore."
"No. I will always be with you. How often you refuse me, I will not give up to get your love again. I love you, darling. Love you so much. Wait for me to go there now. I'm so happy you want to give me a chance, honey."
"It's night. Not here in town. Tomorrow to the here."
"God. I forget. Thanks, Honey. Can't wait for tomorrow. I'm going over there. Take care of your heart for me, lest you turn to the same men there."
"Yes." Yeah."
They both fell silent. Still with the phone still connected.
Out there, Fani is busy searching and calling Ega's name. He could not find the man anywhere.
"Where, Fan?" asked one of his friends when he returned to the building.
"That's great news, huh! Our princess ditingalin boy puja."
" Diem to you!" hiss Fani is angry.
"Try the phone" suggested one of his friends.
The girl pulled her phone out of the bag. Find Ega's contact number and call him.
It is not the connecting tone that is heard, but rather the voice of the operator saying the intended number is in another call.
"Busy," said Fani increasingly angry.
"How will you go home, Fan?" ask friend.
"Whisper you!" said Fani who increasingly riled.
He walked out again, followed by some of his friends. Some of them try to calm the woman so as not to get more emotional.
In his car. Ega looked at Fani who was angry. However, he is reluctant to end his call with his lover.
Starting tonight he considers himself to have officially dated the girl of his heart. It is up to the unromantic when expressing love that Zahra's willingness to accept and give her a chance is more important.
He'll prepare a surprise for the girl. As an official sign they became lovers.
"Yes, have a good rest, honey, love you" Ega said.
"Yes. You be careful, yes," Zahra said.
Now, the man is in a dilemma. Go back inside or choose to go home. If he comes home and leaves Fani, he looks like an irresponsible man. If he goes back to see her, he's lost the mood for it.
After weighing long enough, he finally got out of the car and walked to meet Fani.
"Where are you from? I'm looking for you to go nowhere. I'm not calling. The phone is busy. You're making me ashamed to know!" cerca Fani was so Ega approached her.
"Sore eyes see your friends wear clothes lacking all materials. So I got to the car" replied Ega cuek. Not caring about Fani who is already very emotional.
"It's over, right? Come back," take Ega.
The man turned back to the parking lot.
"Where else are you going? I'm not done!" exciting Fani.
"home. Kan, you are outside, it means it is finished", replied Ega lightly.
"I'm out for you!" shouted Fani who was already emotional
"Aren't you ashamed of yelling like that? Look at your friends."
Ega raised his chin towards Fani's friends who were behind the woman.
"What look! Go there!" he yells at his friends.
"Sorry, Fan," said one of them with a voice and a face that radiated fear.
"We, go in first. Bye bye" said another friend.
They pushed each other to immediately leave the angry Fani.
"Would you go back or still be here? Aren't you ashamed to come back?" ask Ega.
"I haven't seen you yet. We go in again" said Fani.
The woman entered the building again. Behind him Ega followed. Although the man refused to step up.
"Silvia, congratulations. Happy wedding, Say," said Fani, as soon as he arrived at the guarantee. Behind him Ega followed and greeted the bridegroom.
"Thank you, Fani. Photo first yuk. That's the candidate you invited too," said the bride.
"Relope. Let's take a photo first," Fani asks Ega.
The man had to take a picture. He stood beside the bridegroom. Following the directions of the photographer who arranged their pose.