My Brother's Friend

45. Epilogue - END

Milly

My black bead was endlessly staring at the laptop screen while listening to the instrument of the song I had mashup. Compiled between the song That's What I Like by Bruno Mars with the song Talk by Khalid and Circle by Post Malone, I clapped my hands happily and smiled with satisfaction.

Sir Mattew - the music lecturer sat behind me while nodding at my mashup, so that he did not hesitate to give me a plus.

My classmates cheered happily after listening to the results of my duties, the words of praise also floated on me until I became a big head.

Not intending to boast. But who would not be happy if your job gets the best value from a lecturer who is famous for fierce and discipline. Yes, Sir Mattew is a lecturer figure that I discussed just now, not me who judged him like that, he said, since I became a student here I have heard whispers from my friends who have known him first if he is famous fierce and disciplined.

As with Sir Mattew, I had no trouble consulting on his knowledge and experience in music. As long as I'm being nice and polite to her. I understand he has this behavior, for me it is his self-defense so that others will not use his good side carelessly.

If you want to be appreciated, respect others first. Do it sincerely and sincerely, then not only that person will appreciate us, others will also appreciate us. That's one of Adit's advice that's imprinted in my head.

Not only does it provide music knowledge and experience, Sir Mattew also helps me find a part time job. Finally I work in a coffee shop on the side of the city, it is located quite far - about 1 hour drive from my apartment to there. But reality forced me to scavenge the coffers for survival. As big and as long as the distance I travel I will go through.

Money from Adit and El I save for my apartment and college maintanance fee. It was still enough for my daily life, but in order to fulfill my new hobby I needed more Euro sheets so that I could rent a full-fledged music studio once a month.

Renting the studio certainly does not waste what I have been draining all this time. I got a perfect score and I got my biggest achievement in 3 years in France.

2 My arrangement songs were purchased by famous musicians and became the top music chart based on Billboard France, as well as 1 song of my EDM compilation glimpsed and liked by Marshmellow.

Sometimes just remembering my achievements I still like speechless. Between confusion and happiness as one.

And recently I was offered by a music producer to work together on a new project. But for this I still think about it. The project he offered was quite time-consuming, considering I was still too busy to manage my college hours while working.

Although offered also make a lot of money, but I am more comfortable working in a coffee shop. Getting a friendly head of shop and co-workers, as well as the location of the store near the playground where all my ideas were sourced from there - if any more leisure or work was done.

The more I find it difficult here, the more open my mind becomes in positive things. Luckily, I met people who didn't hesitate to embrace me when I fell. And I also try to do the same when someone needs my help.

Thanks to them, my spirit continued to rise when the word surrender began to cross my head. Nor can I continue to rely on the remittances of Adit and El, nor do I want to increase their burden.

Moreover, Adit is married to Karmila, and soon I will have a cute niece. Of course Adit also had to save a lot to prepare for the needs of Karmila and his future children later.

As for El, his possessiveness became so when he found out I was working. No hesitation nagging me if I come home late at night, always remind me to eat because I look thinner, and never stop reminding of all our promises. Sometimes I feel anxious myself, I should have reminded him rather than me.

After El rose to the position of Head Marketing Associate Division - as well as his figure became increasingly famous when the media covered El as the stepson of Ferry Irawan Halim, followers, and, thousands of comments and likes on El's social media were flooded with accounts of beautiful women.

Plus El looks more handsome at the age of 28 years. I was getting less confident, as if I was feeling a complete defeat. I don't know, seeing French women who are much more beautiful automatically I was immediately inferior. Also see the profile of admirers of El in Indonesia one by one who look beautiful my sense of inferiority also become-so.

Intentions to check one-on-one accounts?

Don't worry. I check one-on-one not for my hauntings. My hands just want to open their profile. Just open it, plus a little heat radiating from the chest to the head. Complete already.

"hey Miss Andreansyah, what are you thinking?"

I flinched and looked back. I smiled looking at Joshua - the Head of the Shop - standing behind me who was also smiling at me. Joshua does like to call my last name rather than my first name, whereas other colleagues are free to call me Milly, he said my last name sounds adorable.

I was in the coffee shop, I was busy wiping glass with a clean napkin but I was daydreaming about El.

What is the man doing now: what is his sleep enough: is he thinking of me as I am now. But I have not dared to ask him directly, already these two days we had a big fight because of my mistakes.

The misunderstanding I made provoked El's anger. At first I promised him that I wouldn't let another man know until I got into my apartment. But yesterday I got sick, staggered not so hard when making customer orders that Joshua offered me to go to the Hospital. But I didn't want to go to the Hospital and ask him to take me to the apartment.

Finally Joshua drove me to my apartment and also took me inside. I can't think of anything but wanting to immediately throw myself into bed. There was even a phone call coming in. I did not respond at all.

Seeing my phone keep ringing, Joshua took the initiative to pick up the phone. Joshua thought the phone was important and immediate, but before long I heard Joshua's conversation start to pitched in English, I was shocked and tried to grab my phone.

It turned out that Joshua picked up the phone from El and had no intention of listening to my reason El kept scolding me after letting Joshua into the Apartment.

From there El did not respond to my messages and my phone. My message has not been read until now. I sighed in anger considering our quarrel.

This is one of my biggest LDR trials, misunderstanding does make the head dizzy.

"are you thinking about your girlfriend in Indonesia? I really feel bad for you," Joshua said, feeling guilty, but I gnawed at him later. Here Joshua is completely innocent, without his help maybe I'll have a hard time going back to the apartment.

But I can't blame El here either. I promised her I wouldn't bring another man to my apartment, but I denied it. I won't defend myself, not that I let El continue to inhabit me, if conditions have allowed me to contact him again and apologize to him. I'll explain that Joshua just drove me, even after I had a fuss with El through Joshua's cell phone just so I could calm down.

"you're innocent, Joshua. I'm so grateful to you. You don't have to think about my problems."

I went back to cleaning the glasses, seeing the more crowded visitors I sped up my movements and immediately helped my colleague who looked overwhelmed.

Some tables I've been to and recorded whatever they ordered. Then one of my friends whispered to me that one of the customers wanted me to serve him.

Immediately I approached the customer sitting in the corner, his face covered with a book of orders so that I did not know which loyal customer asked me to serve him.

It's common for some loyal customers to ask me to serve them, based on their heart curses to be more comfortable interacting with me. He said I had a sweet smile and I was friendlier than my other colleagues.

They said it, not me.

"welcome, sir. What drinks or food do you want?" ask me with both hands ready to record the order.

"Milly..."

I raised my face with two round eyes. It took me a while to look at her and soon I rushed at her, hugged her tightly and inhaled the scent that I had longed for so much.

El also returned my embrace. This hug got warmer when one hand moved around my back.

Considering I was still in the coffee shop, I let go of my embrace and circled the gaze where almost everyone stared with interest at us.

I looked back at El who was floating a longing at each other. My lips incessantly pulled up, seeing El actually standing in front of me. He really went to France to see me.

Then I asked El to wait for me for a while, I went back into the pantry and said goodbye to Joshua when El came to pick me up. I pulled El out of the cafe and took her to the park.

"just go back to your apartment, yeah, I'm tired of just getting here."

Oh my goodness I forgot. I'm glad I forgot to ask when El got here. I nodded in agreement and El took me straight home in the car he had rented here.

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I snorted in annoyance. My plan to take her for a walk around the French city was canceled.

I intended to let El be in my apartment to rest first, because his face already looks tangled and indeed he needs rest. But the rest in question is not to lay his body on the bed and then melt his eyes until he woke up again.

When I arrived at the apartment I was beaten like good food for a hungry Lion.

Many times I moved one hand of El over my stomach as his hand moved downwards. Until I groaned with annoyance because El licked my earlobe making me nervous, he was still trying to seduce me even though I had given his ration three times.

I immediately entered the bathroom and performed my bathing ritual. After I finished I went out, then walked over to El who was already wearing shorts looking at the rest of my apartment.

Starting from the kitchen utensils, then looking at the entire refrigerator, then his gaze moved to the dining table. His gaze moved back to my study table, actually it was not a study table but a home recording table.

Laptop, Microphone, Audio Mixer, Audio Interface, DAW Software, and other introspection that I can not explain one-on-one. Too many.

On the table are pictures of my charter, pictures of me meeting Marshmellow, and also photos with famous musicians where my song was purchased as an arrangement of their songs. I even got a certificate from Billboard France.

After I put on my clothes, I approached El who was still staring at the photos. Then she looked up as I hugged her from the side.

"why not sleep? You're tired!"

Said tired deliberately I emphasize fishing laughter. At first glance he kissed my forehead and then rattled my hair that was still wet.

"i want to make sure the photos you send are actually there."

I pout my lips while cursing at him. Then El shifted the bench to the piano next to the table, then played the piano fingers, chanting songs that he knew.

Relax, my apartment has been installed soundproofing.

I enjoyed the song while hugging it from behind. The song You and I by One Direction filled my hearing, until I sang with it until the piano beat ended.

Back I asked him to rest after I glanced at the clock indicating the time was 1 in the morning. I'm also tired, don't let me go to campus late tomorrow.

Before I could break my body, El pulled me to sit on his lap. And El interrupted my words before I said kamit scolding him.

"sorry for my behavior yesterday. Hearing the voice of another man picking up my phone, my mind was immediately covered with anger. Sorry, my dear."

I took my breath out slowly and smiled.

"yes, I'm also sorry that I broke my promise."

"no," El shook his head, "i'm wrong here. If none of your friends take you home when you are sick, you must be in trouble. Then take me to meet your friend, I'll pass on my guilt and my thanks to him."

I smiled back and nodded. Then my hand plays her hair elongated, moving around stroking her jaw that has been overgrown with fine hair, not bushy and looks sexy. As well as a mustache that also began to grow coy, provoking me to want to kiss his lips.

Before long El pulled one of my hands, he noticed my between fingers still wearing the ring he gave me 3 years ago. I still wear it and I never let go even though I'm in the shower.

It was one of my promises that should not be broken: not to let go of the gift ring from her. I take care of it and I take good care of it.

"last ring fit you. But look, the ring is loose because you're thin."

"but this ring never slipped from my finger." I rebutted immediately adding the words.

For a moment our views met. Then he came back, saying,

"now try to get off."

"for what?" ask me.

"yes, let's go, I want to see."

I took off my ring and he took it. Then El showed me another ring with 3 beautiful diamond eyes. I blinked my eyes with my mouth open for a few seconds, long enough I gasped at the ring that I did not know since when El had kept the ring. I didn't catch him, he was busy hiding something from me.

"Milly, from all my heart, will you marry me?"

My laughter broke out instantly. When someone looks serious to invite his partner to be his life friend, living a life - - do not need to rent a place to eat dinner at a 5-star restaurant, he said, or some other place where someone proposes to his partner - tonight in my apartment sitting on his lap I nod my head while wiping the tears that come down my cheeks.

Before long El pulled my hand for her to attach the ring to my ring finger. The ring that really fits on my finger, is not loose and not narrow.

"do you like the ring, baby?"

Of course I like. However I am a normal woman who is so happy when her partner gives a surprise very very sweet, looks very romantic.

We hugged tightly, channeling the overflowing feeling of happiness in ourselves.

I think back to when I went through my long days, liking El who had long felt tormented for me. So cold was El's attitude towards me that I thought that I should fade my feelings, looking for a way to keep my heart from being sliced when I saw her close to Karmila.

Little by little he showed me his warm attitude, but I fell asleep until I felt pain again. His change in attitude towards me made me feel so breathless that I completely gave up on my feelings.

To the point where El expressed his feelings for me and I became his. There were so many misunderstandings between us that I found out about El's life in the past.

Until I was in a park that has been decorated very beautiful. Some long wooden chairs neatly lined up, decorated with all-white flowers, there is also a ceiling decoration that is above me now.

I was so, wrapped in an elongated white dress, my hair was draped with a touch of headband and flowers that I had held tightly in white.

Until this moment my smile ceaselessly faded, unceasingly staring at El who had been wrapped in white Tuxedo, he was already standing near the ruler there.

I walked, holding the hand of Adit who was also wearing a black Tuxedo. Here I am not the only one who is nervous, Adit also looks nervous to take me past the invited guests who cheered my beauty with a look of happiness.

Now I'm standing, facing El who's been holding my hands together. Then we made our wedding vows, and ended a kiss in which we were legally married.

This is not the end of my relationship with El, but it is the beginning of our new life. Whatever happens to us, together we will pass through.

For eternity.

- End-of-the-peak

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Hi all of you..

I can finally finish this story until chapter 45.

It feels good to finish this story.

for those of you who love this story, I am very grateful. Your likes and comments wake me up to the spirit of writing.

And here I want to apologize to those of you who feel this story is less pleasing to your heart.

All right, from me first. Thanks again for taking the time to read my story. I hope we can meet again on another occasion.

See you ..