Melody From Pshycopaths

Devan

Alex, the man is massaging his temple plan. He just came out with Efira from the meeting room. There is nothing wrong with the results of the meeting, nothing special also from the attitude of the two, keep being professional.

Unfortunately, Alex is very confused with the behavior of his best friend. Why be angry all this time?

That's what's going on in his mind.

Even after coming out, they did not say hello. Efira immediately slid without seeing Alex's face, but still smiled at Alex's secretary.

Devan is fascinating, isn't he?

Of course Alex made his own anxiety with his best friend.

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This time Alex's finger tap met his desk, along with a clockwork quote. Looks very agitated, not like Alex who usually looks calm.

"Ah, finally" The man immediately passed after seeing the second his watch had already shown the lunch hour.

Looking around, looking for someone's whereabouts?

Or does?

"Devan" Call Efira, the girl is already in front of her secretary.

What day is more unlucky than that day for Alex?

"Let's eat together?"

Devan glanced briefly at his boss. Very know, there is a sense of arrogance there. But finally the man agreed to Efira's invitation.

Hahahah, Alex is laughing at herself. The man could have been very agitated because of an Ephira since. Butwhat? The girl looks very fine, even she herself who came to Devan, invited lunch together.

"You know? I was so unlucky to meet you today" Alex said, it felt like the flames inside him could no longer be dimmed. The flames of anger were clearly visible in his eyes as he looked at Efira. He left his colleague and secretary there, in front of his room.

Mira saw the incident from afar just staring incensedly at her two bosses. Just last night before leaving for the inauguration show they look very sweet.

Alex went into the bathroom of his room, more precisely greeting his face on the mirror of the sink. The man washed his face, at least easing the fire that was inside him.

"Damn, I should have said it first. Why is it like this now?" Alex told himself.

A shadow of Efira's moments with Devan kept spinning in his brain.

Furious, that one word was ruling over him at the moment. The man stiffened his jaw, then punched the mirror in front of him until it was out of shape.

"I don't feel pain, my heart hurts so much more" Alex monologued, watching herself in the broken mirror.

...***...

"Miss" Call Devan, they (Devan and Efira) are already at one of the closest cafes of the company.

"Hm?"

"You know? A problem should be solved with a cold head. If you continue to avoid problems, instead of finishing your problems will be more complicated" said Devan, the man knows that his female boss is not in a good mood.

"You mean?"

"I know, you're not comfortable with the model around Alex. But, you can't be blinded jealous like this. You have to remember, Alex and you're just 'friends' you don't have a special relationship where you can be jealous of each other. As a friend you need to support her and give her input if she's wrong. Different story if you're her lover, you have a right to be this cold if she's with another woman"

The words reached the recesses of Ephira, evident from the manner of the girl who had begun to blush. Withstanding crying?

"Hahaha, you're right. I'm just his best friend. Yeah, I know my position. Thank you for reminding me" Efira even took out a clear circle from her eyes.

"Cry" said Devan, the man giving his handkerchief, watching Ephira weeping more and more in front of him.

"I know you love her, and vice versa. But, you guys just don't realize each other. Efira, apologize to her, you're wrong if you act like this. It hurts as much to see you with me"

"Then why do you want me to come here?"

"Because I know, you need a friend" Devan once again understands the situation. The girl wiped her tears and smiled.

"I'll meet him later, let's eat" said Efira, preparing to eat the meal before him.