Loved Brondong

Seventh floor

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With half a run Yasmin left the parking lot of the three-star hotel. The helmet on his head was left attached, and his body was wet due to the rain that was not too heavy. He immediately went into the lobby and found Santi. One gentle swab on the face wiped away the remaining splashes of rain and tears. Trying to calm down, that's what he has to do.

"Welcome ...," said a man greeting the guest at the entrance.

Yasmin only smiled faintly and included a slow nod to reply to the man. His gaze was fixed on Santi who was waving from within. He rushed in too.

"Yasmine!" Santi's shout accelerated his pace.

"San, a–aku …."

"Follow me, they're in the seventh-floor room" Santi said, cutting Yasmin's words.

Santi held Yasmin's hand. For a second he felt a chill move into his hands. He looked back for a moment, Yasmin's body looked wet, her face pale. Slowly Yasmin's hand felt warmer, thanks to a touch from Santi. Their steps stopped as soon as they reached the front of the elevator. Moments later, the elevator doors opened and they entered. Santi pushed the elevator button to the seventh floor.

"You're all right? Your hands are cold." Santi looked at Yasmin's pale face, and he felt a little worried.

"I'm okay, just a little rain." Yasmin paused her words. "San, are you sure it's Mas Hilman?"

Santi nodded. "I'm sure, Yas. .. I checked into the reception."

Yasmin was silent. His face pias, he started to get scared. Never imagined before, if the husband will be alone with another woman. Now a flash of the soap opera of infidelity is pictured in his brain. A wife who broke up her husband's affair. Thinking of Hilman cheating was like a scene on TV.

What should I do if it's true Mas Hilman with another woman? Yasmin had dissolved in her daydream.

"Yasmine." Santi patted his best friend's shoulder, Yasmin flinched. "Why you?"

"A–I'm scared, San." Her voice sounded raucous.

Santi confirmed their position until facing. "Listen, I'm helping you. I also asked the security guards to stand guard in front of their rooms. We must have witnesses, at least two people, to avoid denial. Also, prepare your phone for recording. But remember, do not be exposed to the outside, use it for your personal only. If outsiders find out, the hotel's good name will be ruined, I could lose my job."

Yasmin nodded. Santi helped him remove the helmet on the head. As well as sweeping the water on the face and tidying his hair with fingers.

"So, I always keep it in my wallet." It was because Yasmin's purse was quite large, and she always hung it on her shoulder like a small bag.

"Good."

Yasmin was back. This time accompanied by warm circles falling onto his cheeks. "I'm afraid of the continuity of my household if Mas Hilman really cheated on me."

Santi scrunched his forehead. "You're afraid of losing that man? Don't tell me you don't want to demand justice?"

Santi's words made Yasmin even more tearful. Santi approached and hugged his best friend's body. Try to calm down and give a little strength.

"Do I have to do it?"

A small push took off their embrace. "Of course, Yasmin. You want to be lied to like this. Do you want to feel the pressure every day?" santi asked for confidence.

Yasmin shook her head quickly. Which woman wants to be hurt. He's just not sure if he's up to it.

"Already, don't worry, I'll be with you" Santi said, tightening his grip on Yasmin's arm.

At least Santi's words could make Yasmin a little calmer. When the elevator door opens ….

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