My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant

Illusion Friends

Naja tapped his hand on a white painted table with a glass divider that was given a hand-sized hole. He looked dreamy, occasionally exhaling with a heavy tone. He thought everything was over, but apparently what he did left deep wounds and faults in the one he thought was the cause of his life affairs.

The tail of his eyes now glanced towards the clock perched on the wall, its beat accompanying the silence that hugged Naja. He was running out of time waiting. Sighing slowly, he leaned his back on the back of the chair that was so cold. His mind rolled to a moment ago, when Maureen met him at Sam&Sam.

“See this, Na .. This was taken as the event finished yesterday. I don't know who recorded it, but I'm sure, because this video ... now Mr. Mateo is in trouble.” Maureen showed her mobile phone showing a scene of a father and son quarrel.

“You know, I used to think that Tristan was a little bit bad for not acknowledging Micah's pregnancy, but after knowing this truth, I felt sorry for him. I don't think the same way Mr. Mateo thought, could-can he tell his son ngakuin pregnancy caused by him himself.”

“I mean, Mateo told Tristan to confess Micah's pregnancy?”

“Iya, Na .. You remember the last ‘kan fitting workspace he messed up that time? It was because Tristan was told that if the child in Micah's stomach was Tristan's, and if Tristan did not, he would be removed from office. Not cruel, anyway, Mateo's? I was his son for a day must have been crazy.”

“So that time, it wasn't Micah who fought with Tristan, but Mateo and Tristan?”

“At first, Micah was there too, but he came out crying after Mateo got in there. After that all I heard was shouts Tristan who said that he did not want to be responsible for Micah's pregnancy.”

“I just found out everything when I saw this video, Na. .. Even though I'm her secretary, there are things I'm reluctant to know, because the more I go in too deep, the more I'm afraid I'm getting hassled. After all, he had someone working behind the shadows. He even knows all about you with just one phone call. Great, he .. but unfortunately crazy. He always denied the reality and believed everything in his brain. Anything he thinks is right.”

He breathed heavily. He was still nailing his gaze to the stretch of glass barrier that had now faintly displayed a figure that was so pale and chaotic.

The man sat down after a nurse sat him down forcibly. The nurse whispered something that lifted her face. A horrible blank look led to Naja. However, Naja faced that calmly.

“Sayang ...,” call it on Naja with beaming binar. He straightened his originally broken body, resting his hand neatly tied to the table, looking at Naja full of longing.

“How are you, Tristan?” saya Naja cold. He was concerned to see Tristan's current state.

“Why are you acting like that to me, honey?” Tristan is back. “Do you want to cancel our wedding because I was considered crazy by these people?”

He looked at Naja wistfully, disappointed in his heart seemed to be floating above the surface of his face. In fact, Naja saw clearly the threshold of the man's eyes condensing and wet.

“Is that this guy?”

However, Naja was made to flinch when Tristan turned to the two nurses who were on standby behind him while shouting.

“Hei .. nurse! Let me meet my future wife .. You scared her by tying me up like this! If he leaves me, all of you will be destroyed! Come on, hurry ... release me!” Tristan rebuked anyone within reach of his eyes. His dark bead of eyes was sharpening full of threat. His charismatic expression vanished, changing the look of a cruel face that made anyone fret when they met him face to face.

“Tristan ...,” call Naja soft, as Tristan begins to show the writhing ready to crush anyone.

Tristan heard Naja's voice like an employer calling his pigeon. The man dissolved the anger that filled his face. His originally haughty gaze swept across the entire nurse who had started to arrive just in case Tristan went berserk, now slowly fading away. Tristan curled up obediently to Naja, he sat back down quietly.

He looked up at Tristan. He did not soften his view. Though compassion gnawed at his heart. No one cares about him. Tristan is only a victim of demands, selfishness, and circumstances.

“Can you feel yourself now? Are you the Tristan I used to know?”

“My dear ...,” that gaze is getting more and more innocent of raining down on Naja. “... I'm crazy, honey. I'm crazy because of you, you rejected me, left me for another man. I know you still love me, come back to me, so I can get out of this damned place.”

“Tristan .. face the reality that lies before your eyes. Look into your heart that you're just denying reality. That you're in an illusion. You can't get out of this place before you can tell the difference between reality and fantasy. I've belonged to another man since we met. You understand that, don't you?”

Tristan was trembling, his lips were moving uncontrollably. The bead of his eyes that had originally clashed with Naja was now shaking and decaying. He looked down, as if he were looking into his heart, as if he had not heard such a sick speech piercing his ear.

“Tristan .. try to admit that no human being is perfect. Try to face that everything you want doesn't have to be. You have what most people don't have, you just don't realize it. Tan ... the real man is a man who is able to subdue his ego, take off what is not his, give up what is not his right.”

“I wish you all the best, I don't hate you, Tan .. I just hope you'll be a better man.”

Still waiting for a moment, Naja looked at the heart of the man who looked down inside. But he knows ... Tristan needs time and the right treatment. So that he immediately pulled himself up and slowly moved away. He continued to hope that Tristan could recover from the pain that plagued his soul.

The threshold of Naja's eyes was still wet, he wiped them with his index finger bent. He had reached the hospital yard specifically for psychiatric patients, his steps were now swayed on the taxi that had brought him here.

"Your husband is here, Na ...," the call that made Naja widen her eyelids. He was suddenly alert. Then slowly he arranged his face to look ordinary. At this moment, he was scared to death. Thief if caught this time, yeah?

Naja laughed, but his guts shrunk in fear. Sounds may be soft, but Excel expressions are not soft at all.

"Hehehe .. I didn't see you, that was ...."

Sepi at the end there, just the movement of opening the car door in response to Naja's remarks.

"Owh ..," parrot Naja seemed to understand what her husband wanted. Rushing he approached a taxi that was still faithfully waiting for him.

"Sir .. sorry yes, I was picked up my husband, this .. in exchange for the time the father wasted waiting for me." Naja poured some nominal money to the taxi driver who looked disappointed. However, he immediately received money from Naja with a violent feeling. Just when he realized that the money given by Naja was too much, Naja had scattered his run like people seeing ghosts.

Entering the car with a gasp of breath, Naja put on her seatbelt in a hurry. She did not dare to just glance at her husband who was staring at the cellphone in his hand.

"Sorry Cel ..," said Naja while tidying up her messy haircut with both hands.

"For?" ask Excel nonchalantly without distracting him from the phone he keeps scrolling through.

"In order not to let me come here ...," answered Naja innocently. Hopefully anxious, he was waiting for an Excel reaction that he could not see.

"Don't you ever give me permission, wherever you go? Then why are you suddenly apologizing? Do you feel guilty about that?" this time Excel put down his phone and turned his gaze on Naja completely. Seemed nervous, Naja when he found the gaze of her husband.

"A-I just don't want you to misunderstand me and be mad at me. .. ja-so I better apologize first." Naja's speech ended with lips brightening a big smile.

Excel powerless was swept away in Naja's smile that rubbed his round eyes until narrowed. "I already know where you're going today with this." Excel pointed at his phone. "One touch and I can see you where .. twice I've been a rich madman when I found you, now I don't want to look stupid anymore."

Excel rubbed Naja's cheeks gently and ended up on her chin. While Naja blushed until his cheeks felt boiling. She fell on her husband's hand, driving him away by interrupting his long fingers.

"Go home or eat first?" Excel soon dies from the current that drains it. Although he had often looked at his wife, but still, he felt lulled by what was displayed on the look of Naja's face.

"Eat dong ... laper!" exclaim Naja while rubbing his stomach full of drum. He even forgot that this whole day was just a piece of sandwich that filled his stomach.

"Oh yes ... How were the children? Have they not come home yet? Oh my God .. I forgot they were home .. They must be hungry. Well ... I'm really a bad brother who abandoned my sisters ...."

Excel shook his head in response to Naja's rant. He immediately launched his car and hardened the volume of music he played. It was a terrible sound, but she missed him so much. Even if she had not heard Naja's voice, her breathing seemed to stop instantly.

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