Love Wrong Target

Chapter 2 I hate you

Namira walks out of a special boutique for Rista's wedding dress in a bit of a hurry, then half runs towards the online taxi she had booked while still inside.

"the destination is according to the application yes sir" Namira said to the taxi driver online after getting into the car.

"good brother" replied the driver of a friendly online taxi then began to lower the brake hand and run his car.

The car drove at medium speed to the destination that had been determined by Namira. He plans to meet a friend who is an expert in photography to prove the authenticity of the photos sent by unknown numbers to him.

In his heart he kept praying for the result to be negative and stating that it was a fake photo of the edit only. It felt like his heart was already completely impatient to know the answer as quickly as possible.

A few minutes later Namira finally arrived at the destination. Modern minimalist house with many ornamental plants in the yard.

"this is sir thank you" Namira held out the blue sheet money to the driver's pack and pushed the car door open.

"while back" the driver said as he reached into his pants pocket to collect the change.

"no need sir, just take the change" Namira said while getting out of the car in a hurry like impatient to immediately meet his friend in order to quickly find out the truth.

"thank you brother" exclaimed the driver half-screaming for the woman who had just used her transportation service to hear what she said.

Namira no longer cared about anything else, he quickly ran into the yard of the ash-painted house and pressed the bell many times.

Shortly after, the door opened. Appeared a man with a fat man dressed in casual clothes, greeted Namira familiarly.

"i'm not exactly patient who wants to get married!" ledek a man whose age is under Namira, he is Dito, the sister of his class during High School who was still good friends until now.

"gue needs help Lo, Dito. have read the chat message from me right?" Namira said with a serious face.

"yes Na, let's go in" the man named Dito opened the door wide.

Namira answered him with a nod and then entered the house, following Dito's steps.

"sit down first, take a drink first"

"no need to, I'm in a hurry"

"that's so, so new to my house"

"seriously To,gue really wants to know the results, because this is very important for me"

"that seurgent huh?! where is the photo? let me work"

"this" Namira hands the phone to her friend. Dito accepted it with curiosity, what kind of photos made his friend look like a confused person so.

"jeez Namira, isn't this Lo's fiancee?" dito's response was exactly like Rista, he was very surprised after seeing the photo on the phone that Namira gave.

"iya To, that's why I need help Lo to find out the authenticity of the photo"

"we'll wait here to"

"okay.i stay bentar ya, kalo thirsty take a drink in the refrigerator!" Dito goes to his study after getting a nod reply from Namira.

Time seemed to grow longer while waiting for something, that was how Namira felt now. From earlier he paced back and forth with a feeling of fear waiting for the work of Dito. He sure can rely on his friend, because his ability is not in doubt.

It had been almost an hour he waited, finally what he was waiting for appeared also the trunk of his nose. Dito walked towards Namira with a sad facial expression.Namira's feeling was even more unpleasant to see the scene.

"how did it go to?" namira's curiosity seems unstoppable now.

"this photo is Na's original" the answer that came out of Dito's mouth managed to make Namira's body feel limp instantly. He fell on the black sofa in the room.

Actually, the man named Dito had gotten the results from earlier, but he was not ready to come out. He was confused on how to convey that painful reality to his friend. He didn't have the heart to make the woman hurt.

But after thinking for a long time, he finally decided to tell the truth because if he kept it would even more make Namira's life more ruined because of marrying the wrong person. And he doesn't want that until it happens.

"so Alvan is really my betrayin" Namira raved indistinctly. His eyes again condensed knowing the new harsh reality he knew. His heart felt increasingly sore like it was pierced by thousands of thorns.

"Lo's patient Na" Dito patted his friend's shoulder slowly trying to calm down. And he hoped it would help a little to ease Namira's grief, even if it was just a little.

"thank you for help Lo. How much do I have to pay?" Namira said after successfully controlling her feelings. He rubbed the remaining tears that were imprinted on his smooth cheeks.

"it's not necessary, it's the same who Lo" honestly he could not bear to see the gloomy face of his friend.

"yes, I went back, thanks again" Namira moved from her seat to leave immediately.

"sama-sama na, kalo Lo need a friend to chat,Lo can contact me whenever you want"

"okay, thank you!"

Namira left with a pain in her heart. It felt like he wanted to immediately lock himself into the room and then cry as much as possible, because that was all he could do right now.

He walked toward his room feeling unsettled after getting off his car which was later by Mr. Mamat, the Namira family's private driver.

He called asking to be picked up while at Dito's house earlier, and fortunately Mr. Mamat was on standby at home because his mother had only asked to be transferred without having to wait.

Namira breathed a little relieved because when the situation was chaotic like this he did not face directly with his mother. Because according to information from Mr. Mamat, his mother is being sailed and asked to be picked up later in the afternoon.

I don't think he's ready to tell the bad things that happened to his parents. He didn't want to worry them and think too much about it.

Namira throws her original sling bag and then drops into her bed. I don't know how many times her tears have spilled, but it seems like they haven't run out either. It flows easily without being controlled.

She was just an ordinary woman, who could not endure this much pain and would feel disappointed when betrayed. He did not know what to do next to solve the problem. He wanted to scream out his anger.

Alvan, I hate you...