My Choice of Woman

Episode 186's

Episode 186: I Must Find Inspiration

“Farah!” Kinanti shouted while waving her hand.

Farah welcomed the wave of the hand and walked towards where her friend was standing. He was happy to meet Kinanti after so long. Not only that, immediately Farah hugged Kinanti, making the girl amazed.

“You don't think you're coming, Kinan!” said Farah. “It looks like you changed a lot.”

Kinanti felt a warm embrace from a friend who extended her kindness as she slumped. “I'll definitely come, Farah.”

They let go of hugs. Only one person felt dislike for the girl in the dress. Anneline, choose silence even in the heart there is a sense of boiling.

It turns out that Ilham chose a woman who was not much different from me in the past.

“Kinan, whose sister is this?” ask Farah to Kinanti.

Inevitably Annelin finally smiled at his lover's wife. He was eager to shout that Farah was very inappropriate for Inspiration. His hands were itching to hurt him.

“Include, she's Mrs Fernando.” Kinanti who replied because she was sure, Anneline was still silent as she looked at Farah.

“You can call me, Anneline.” Anneline corrected Kinanti's speech. He doesn't want to use Fernando's name in this city.

Farah extended her hand towards Anneline. “My name is Farah, happy to meet Sister.”

Long enough Anneline received a handshake. Finally, common sense led him to answer Farah's hand. “Iya.”

Farah smiled. He felt a little strange about the woman standing next to Kinanti.

“Ah yes, Brother Anneline is from Zen City. He wants to get around in this city, Farah.” Kinanti realized the clumsiness of Anneline and Farah. He was sure, his best friend was confused because the dialect of the language is very different from the dialect of his daily language. In fact, his great mistress also felt strange when she found out the language here was a little relaxed, not as formal as in her hometown.

“Wah, as long as it comes Brother Anneline.” Farah smiled.

Anneline simply replied with a faint smile. I don't like that hypocritical smile of yours!

“What if we are on a culinary tour here? Coincidentally my booth has a lot of guard. I am so confused to say what, because everyone is responsible,” said Farah with a little laugh.

“Wah, you are now a paper craftsman yes, Farah!” Kinanti.

“Papercraft, China. Let's be cool!” Farah must admit, Kinanti is a typical girl who likes to ask jokes. So he used to say something that made Farah a little upset.

“Come, we go around looking for delicious dishes!” Kinanti. In this city, he was free to express his antics.

The three women walked together. Every now and then Anneline steals a glance at Farah and compares everything she has.

I wonder why Ray fell for you. Even she is willing to change just for you, ignoring the fact that there are many women who are much more beautiful than her! Uh! How crazy!

After going around looking for a dining booth, they finally dropped the option to a booth that sold batagor and similar foods. They finally chose an empty seat. Anneline seemed silent and was still observing the faces she passed hoping that Ilham would appear soon.

“Kak Anneline want what message?” ask Kinanti while handing over a provided menu sheet.

Again he had to decide his focus on seeking inspiration. His view was fixed on a menu list presented by Kinanti.

“I order the same with you, Kinan.”

Kinanti. He observed the movements of his little strange great mistress. Ever since entering this event area, he had been looking around for someone. Kinni did not dare to comment. He was sure if his great mistress was shocked because this time he felt the streets in a crowded place of visitors.

Anneline's racking her brains. He must find the right reason to be far from the sight of Kinanti and immediately seek Inspiration. If the calculations are correct, this wide field is not difficult to find the whereabouts of the man. He just needs to find a place for the women's association.

“Pinatinti, I want to go to the toilet for a while,” said Anneline.

Anneline shakes. “I want to go alone. You just show me where the toilet is.”

Kinanti circulated her views all over the event area to find where the public toilets were located.

“Toilet is near city hall. Not far from here.” Farah finally spoke up. “More precisely in south. Just need to walk a hundred meters from here, want me to deliver?” imbecile. She knows the location of the event area because her husband gave a plan the day before

“No, thank you. I can do it myself.” Anneline got up from her seat.

“If Sister Anne gets lost, contact me immediately,” said Kinanti in a worried tone.

Anneline just nodded. I'm not a kid who doesn't know directions, Kinan! He snorted in annoyance and immediately walked away from the food booth area.

Anneline's back was soon lost because her appearance had been replaced with people passing by. Farah who was very curious about the woman finally ventured to ask Kinanti.

“Kinan, I want to ask you.”

Kinanti who was still chewing her food turned to Farah. “Ask only.”

“Actually Whose sister is Anneline? Why do you call her madam? I think he's young, maybe as good as we are.”

Kinanti laughed after spending three pieces of batagor that were still warm. He sipped a cold drink that had just been delivered. “Mrs Fernando is twenty-six years old. She does look young because she often exercise and maintain her beauty.”

“So, who is he?” Farah repeated her main question.

“She's a big mistress in the Fernando Family. A family with a high social status and owns the largest electronics company in Zen City. How can I know, because I work as his companion. More precisely to be a driver and his friend.”

It took Farah time to process each of Kinanti's remarks. “Isn't Zen City, a dark city? There guns are perfectly legal?”

Kinanti. “True, even every wife of a conglomerate must have the skill of self-defense. Whether it's a martial skill or a skill using a weapon.”

Farah gaped. “I can guess, surely your work is a lot of challenges.”

Kinanti. “Even these few months I have to master martial techniques.” He exhaled his breath.

Farah ate a piece of her batagor covered in peanut sauce. But something far caught his attention. Changes in the style of the Kinanti are increasingly like most women.

Kinanti who had felt observed felt wrong behavior. “What's up?”

Farah just laughed. “You're getting beautiful, Kinan. Your hair is long and broken. You wear skirts too. You were so tomboyish!”

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Anneline went further. Not infrequently he had to collide with other visitors because he focused on seeing all the writing on display in various stands.

“I have to find Ilham.”

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