My Choice of Woman

Episode 173's

Episode 173: What is your heart made of?

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“Everybody understands?” frans asked some of the people he appointed as the committee.

Everyone is nagging. This event was the result of “gabutan” Frans to make local products widely known by residents of Milepolis City. You could say that it has been a long time since the event was canceled, the reason is unclear. However, a curly-haired man named Frans revived an event like this.

Everyone has been released. Ilham took his phone out of his pants pocket and tried to contact Farah. A little while, finally connected too. He asked where he was now. After finding out that Farah was still in her community booth, Ilham walked towards that place. According to the plan he learned earlier during the meeting. Farah's fronted community booth is approximately fifty meters from where it stands.

Not wasting any time, he immediately walked towards the west. It didn't take long, he found his air. He did not go straight to his wife. He was still looking at Farah who was standing on the chair for putting up the decoration for the booth that he would guard the day after tomorrow.

“A year we keep this wedding, you carry the same color as Ann.” Instantly the old memory revolved how Inspiration knew the woman who once filled the recesses of her heart. Women who teach the meaning of life and support it to have a shop, and women who like books.

“Gosh! I can't think about it anymore.” Inspiration hit his head. Human memory is too presumptuous when mentioning someone's name. All those memories revolved around themselves, without even a cue.

“I already have women who are much more patient facing me, although sometimes annoying.” Inspiration gives firmness to his heart and mind. He waved at Farah.

Farah felt called out to the man waving his hands. His gaze turned to the man who was standing with a smile as warm as twilight. That made Farah's balance a little shaky, the plastic chair she was incandescent suddenly broke in her leg.

Inspiration who saw that swiftly ran straight towards Farah. Just as Farah fell, Inspiration became a helper even though they had to be both lying on the ground.

“Sickness, Mas ..” Farah.

Inspiration is just laughing. “Luckily you fell in my arms.”

They rise from a romantic fall. Many pairs of eyes that saw the incident ended up chuckling.

Ilham only smiled even he blushed a little because his wife was indeed a little careless. “You're nothing, right?”

“My leg hurts. I shouldn't ride like that!” Farah grunted angrily at the plastic chair that suddenly broke in the leg.

“I even pity the legs of that chair,” said Ilham.

Farah looked up at her husband. “Why should pity that chair leg?”

“Now go for a walk, I want to ride the Ferris wheel!” Farah referred to the vehicle that shaped like a wheel frame that rotates and glows because it is decorated with colorful lights.

Ilham nodded, he took his wife's hand to ride on the ride. Not yet at the place of purchase counter pair of lovers are greeting them. Inspiration knows the man well.

“Farah!” karin's voice made Farah look up. He immediately ran to embrace the woman, like an old friend who had just met.

“During the night,” Ray's tone is calm. He must control his emotions so as not to explode.

Inspiration does not answer, it casts its face. He doesn't like Ray's presence. He thinks it's too damaging to the view.

“Wah! Brother Sasmita finally came too,” said Farah. She seemed happy to see Ray and his lover coming to fulfill his invitation.

“How can we refuse that invitation.” Karin laughs.

“You should not bother to meet my wife's invitation. Isn't an elite person will not play in a place like this.” Inspiration remarks contain a tone of dislike towards Ray. He emphasized the word “elit” which is meant is Ray.

The head feels hot and will explode. He doesn't like men like Inspiration. But before he acted, Ray had already prevented him from being provoked by emotions.

“Am I not a civilian like you?” Ray could still hold back his anger with a smile. He is immune to this kind of insinuation. Not important to him. As long as he could with Farah, that was more than enough.

Farah pinched her husband's arm. He stared intently as if giving a sign if the purpose of Ray and Sasmita brother came here because of the request that was submitted the other day. The inspiration that caught the signal finally relented. He no longer insinuates things like this.

“Oke Ray, and Mas Ilham. You better stay like you used to. No fights, no debates! Okay!” Farah intervened for months of trouble. He just wants his life to be better without being hated.

Ray nodded with a smile. He must maintain his calm. “I hope my apology is well received.” Ray extended his hand towards Inspiration as a sign if he meant it.

Inspiration long enough to silence Ray's hand. Not answering or shaking hands. He still felt angry when he remembered how his wife was being treated rudely.

Farah looked back at her husband. He felt anxious why not answer or return Ray's handshake. “Mas .. I'm sure Ray has changed. You said, we should give a chance to people who want to change for the good.”

Hearing what Farah said, Ray's heart seemed to be washed away by the very soothing rain in the barren field. So beautiful and relaxing. All this time you've sincerely forgiven me, Farah? What is your heart made of? Has it been purified since birth?

With a heavy heart, Ilham accepted Ray's hand and shook it. He realized that if he taught good, he should do good too. According to him, Farah was right, the woman who accompanied him this one year made him stunned.

Farah smiled seeing the two friends apologizing and apologizing to each other. In this way, no revenge is created. “If you have, I want to taste the culinary here with Ray and Kak Sasmita. Can you, Mas?” Farah put on the face as bright as possible with the cat's eyes rounded. She was sure, her husband would not refuse if he had issued this style.

“Hemm .. alright.” Inspiration eventually succumbed to his wife's decision.

The four of them finally walked towards the ramen vending booth not far from where they were standing. Farah had forgotten her desire to ride the bianglala rides.

Like a double date in general, which looks two pairs of lovers who are joining hands. Inspiration took Farah and Ray's hand which was forced to take Karin's hand. Forced, the right word to express how Ray and Karin are related. Even so, Karin had no choice but to comply with her boss's request.

At one fairly long square table became the place how the double date was held. Just like before, Ilham sat down with Farah and Ray sitting next to Karin. After waiting for a while, four bowls of ramen were already available on their tables complete with drinks ordered respectively.