Love Wrong Target

Chapter 3 Namira's Decree

For hours Namira shut herself in the room lamenting her fate. He felt so tired that he fell asleep. That way at least he can pull over for a moment from the problems he has to face in the real world.

Dret.. Dret..

Shakes on Namira's phone waking her from sleep. As he remembered, he applied silent mode on his phone so that no one disturbed earlier, but so too messed up his mind he got wrong to push until it became vibrating mode.

Namira took the phone lying next to the pillow then saw who was calling half unconscious because his life had not fully been collected.

The name of the caller on the phone screen makes Namira immediately widen his eyes. Alvan, that man is the person who most does not want to hear his voice at this time.

He ignored the call, but the caller had not given up either. Alvan's still trying to call over and over again.

alvan, why are you still bothering me? are you not satisfied to have broken my heart like this?

God, what should I do? should I keep quiet, avoid trouble like a coward who runs away from reality.

No, I am not a weak woman who can only cry. I'll sort this out as soon as I can.

Finally Namira decided to pick up the call on her phone that was still vibrating since then. He pressed the green button then placed the phone in his left ear.

"hello.."

"hello.. Dear Namira, why did you pick up the phone so long, are you all right? I'm worried about you because you went home alone. I'm afraid that something will happen to you" Alvan spoke at length. Namira just kept quiet.

Namira used to be so happy to hear such babbling. But now that she felt something was different, the woman whose eyes still looked careless was fed up with the words that came from the mouth of her future husband.

He thought that all the attention Alvan gave him was just a pretense. Because if that guy really cares about him, it's impossible to stab him in the back like he does now.

"hello.. hello.. honey, are you quiet? you heard my voice, right? Namiraaa" the voice across there called out because there was no answer he heard from the mouth of his future wife.

"yes, I'm horrified"

"ok, my question wasn't answered? you're angry, aren't you?"

"no"

"sorry, baby, you can call you now, so busy dealing with clients because you must be angry because of that, right?"

you're so good at playing Alvan, as if everything's okay.why are you doing that? you should just give your attention to the woman you've been sleeping with..

Namira could only say the sentence in her heart, as she felt that there was no point in talking about the problem on the phone without facing it head-on. He thought he should go see Alvan and solve all his problems.

"i'll wait for you at my boutique later in the afternoon"

"hemm.. surely you're missing, baby? okay, come home from my office right there. You want to bring something?"

"don't do it"

"yes, I'm going to continue working first, I want a meeting"

"see you later, my most beautiful wife"

Namira hung up the phone without saying anything. His heart ached even more when he heard the sweet words spoken from Alvan's lips. If he used to feel flowery every time he heard such compliments, now what he feels is the opposite.

Really, he hated this feeling so much that he wanted to eliminate all the love that was imprinted in his heart for that man named Alvan right now. But whatever the power, Namira is just an ordinary human being who can't be as easy as flipping hearts at will.

The disheveled woman got up from her bed, she reflected on herself.

Is there something wrong with me that he's playing around with other women? am I less beautiful than she could turn to betray me?

Namira was still standing in front of her dresser. He observed himself for a long time but was not satisfied either. Her face is beautiful, lentic eyelashes, Asian nose and white skin as white as marble.

There is nothing less than him. She is beautiful charming, can even be said to be perfectly supported by care and also expensive skin care that increasingly makes it shine like a pearl.

How could you cheat on Alvan? it turns out that many years of relationship does not guarantee to know your true nature.I was wrong because I could get to such a lack.

No, it's not me who's wrong, but you're a jerk. I won't cry anymore now, because this is enough for me.

Namira has decided that she will rise to reorganize her life, without the presence of Alvan. And his determination was already unanimous for it.

He breathed heavily and then stepped foot into the bathroom. He hoped the water would make his feelings better.

Namira enjoys every drop of water that soaks her smooth body. At least his mind could be a little calm because of the cool water that gushed.

After taking a shower, she picked out a dress to wear this afternoon. He intends to dress up as beautiful as possible to make Alvan regret for betraying women like himself.

Namira chose a nude-colored dress in combination with high heels pastel chocolate that further beautify her appearance. Then polish the thin makeup on the face to make it look fresher. He does not need to use thick makeup because his face is naturally beautiful.

The clock on the wall shows four o'clock less than ten minutes. Namira hurried out of her room towards the car. She was afraid that her mother had come home from the gravestone and saw her eyes that still looked a little careless even though they were covered in makeup.

He was afraid of being held up by all sorts of questions. And he's not ready to explain everything. Of course he'll tell you everything that happened, but it's not the time.

The house still looks empty. He was grateful because his mother had not returned and Mr. Mamat did not see his existence.

fiuh. thankfully my mother has not come home. Mr. Mamat also did not look out, it seems again on the way pick up. congratulations..

if you're late a little bit can make his business!!

Namira let out a long sigh then immediately got into the car. I will drive myself this time.

He started the car engine and drove it to the boutique he had founded about five years ago.

Actually, her father asked Namira to work in a family-owned company, but she refused. He prefers to set up a business in his own fashion because he is very interested in the world.

The distance from the house to the store takes approximately twenty minutes to travel. Namira gets out of the car, and goes into the boutique with her head raised, because after this she will take a big decision for her future.