Love Wrong Target

Chapter 7 Trying to Move on

Namira let out a long sigh after Alvan's departure. Maybe today was the last day of their meeting. After this he will live his own life without Alvan who usually always fills his days.

It might feel different, and it's not easy to get through. But he will try to get used to living his life alone.

However, he never regretted the decision he took because he thought it better to feel the harsh reality than to live happily in the shadow of a lie.

The ringing of the phone rang out loud in Namira's ears. He grabbed the phone on the table and checked who was contacting him. Her mother's name is there.

Namira was wondering if she should pick up the phone or not. He was confused what to say to the woman he loved. Not to mention that if his mother interrogated him with many questions that were difficult to avoid, he was really not ready to face it.

His phone still continues to ring indicating that the caller still has not given up on contacting him.

Never had Namira felt this frustration just by hearing the sound of a cellphone ringtone. In fact he felt that the voice was more sinister than the sound of the howling of wolves at night.

After a second thought, Namira finally raised the call as well. Because if not, he was afraid his mother would be more worried and could even come to him here. It would be even more dangerous for him because he was still not ready to explain all his problems.

Namira plans to stay at this boutique first for a while. Avoiding his mother who will surely know that he is in trouble just by looking at it as hard as it is.

Yes, it was his weakness. He could never hide any problems from his mother. Sometimes he wondered if his mother was a normal drop because she could read someone's mind just by looking at his face.

"iya hello ma. What's wrong?" Namira tried to make the tone of speech as normal as possible so that his mother did not feel suspicious.

"where the hell is it? how long did you pick up the phone?" just opened the voice mama Namira had already treated him with questions.

"sorry ma, so Namira is still busy checking the sales data.what's the matter mama called?"

"oh.. yes mama until forget. tumben this hour you have not come home Na? everything's fine, right?"

tuh.kan, in a state of gini aja mama like can feel if his son is having problems. let alone if met directly. I could have caught my eye if I hid something again.

I'm not ready to tell my mom everything now.I'm sorry ma, this time Namira had to lie..

"Namira again a lot of work that must be completed today also ma, so can not go home, forced to nginep in the boutique"

"kok nginep in the boutique anyway Na? why not take her home from work? my mom cooked a lot today"

"Ribet ma if you bring a lot of files kayak gini, let Namira nginep here first yes ma"

"just one day, tomorrow we have to go home. I don't want any more reason"

"iya ma. ya already so Namira resume work first yes ma"

"okay Na, do not be too in forsir loh ya. continue not to forget to eat"

"yes my dear mama. ya Namira hang up the phone ya ma! bye .."

"bye darling.."

Namira hurriedly turned off her phone connection. He was afraid of falling asleep if he talked for too long, because not once or twice it happened to him.

This time he could breathe a sigh of relief from being able to avoid his mother, but not for tomorrow. He promised to come home tomorrow, which means inevitably he had to face his mother directly and be ready for an interview with various questions.

In the workspace Namira is equipped with a private room that is used to rest if he feels tired or just to change clothes if there is a sudden event, because he deliberately kept some clothes there just in case.

The size is not as large as the room in his house, but enough to unwind because it is supported by fairly complete facilities in it. such as LED television, AC, mini-size refrigerator to store various types of drinks, and,and also the bathroom.

Namira lay down her body on the queen-size bed that was inside the room. I don't know why he always felt weak in this kind of silent situation.

Her tears spilled again, not knowing why. He can pretend to be tough in front of others, but not if he is alone like this. It was the right word to describe his current mood.

Namira let herself cry for a moment to release the tightness that seemed to squeeze her chest. It cannot be denied that he is just an ordinary human being who cannot withstand wounds that are too deep to scratch the heart.

Indeed, he promised not to cry anymore, but the promise was still a figment because he could not keep the promise he said.

Namira rubbed the rest of her tears of sadness and then pulled and exhaled many times trying hard for her sanity.

I have to be stronger because men like that don't deserve to be cried. Alvan is just my past, and I can't keep fixating on that past. I have to be able to move on and be happy without it. Yeah, I can do it..

Namira suggests to herself to be stronger through life and through the days without sadness again.

The woman picked up a phone with a bitten apple logo then swiped the screen using her finger searching for someone's name on her phone contact, and pressed the green button after finding the name she was looking for.

"Hello. Brother Rista" Namira said to the person she was in contact with.

"Hello..Namira, it feels really good to hear your voice.You're okay, right?" that voice sounded full of worry.

"i'm fine, brother"

"thank God there's something I can help Na with?"

"i'd like to talk about the wedding dress I ordered sister"

"yes Na, is there a problem with the dress?"

"sorry, I don't need that dress anymore"

"why Na? do you not like the dress? what is less? if there is something less you say, you can still fix it"

"my wedding's off my sister"

"what?? why Na? what because of that photo? did you check the authenticity of the photo?"

"already sis. and the result is an original photo" Namira slightly stammered the sentence.

"so Alvan really.." The woman named Rista hesitated to continue her words.

"yes, brother, Alvan is cheating" continued Namira.

"jeez, you are patient Na" Rista was concerned to hear the shocking news.