
The engagement went well, it's just. Some were heartbroken to see the show go well.
She is Vina, she feels heartache seeing her older cousin has been engaged to Mela.
Although he was not invited to the engagement of his cousin. But he chose to come on the show. Even if he only sees from a distance and covers his face. But, he wanted to come see for himself just like his brother put a ring on the woman's finger.
After, the engagement was over. He also went home to his house. He came home with his sick heart.
On the show, there was another person who was hurt. She is Doni's friend Mela. But, Doni's heartache is very much different from the heartache that Vina feels right.
The heartache that Doni feels does not want to separate what has made his best friend happy. But, the heartache that Vina felt right. He wanted to separate his cousin from Mela.
After the show was over, Doni asked for permission to go home. His words, he has something unfinished. So he hurried home.
"Mela, I have to go home first. Because there are things I haven't finished yet. Congratulations on your engagement Mel" Doni said, shaking hands with Mela and Faizal.
"Well, you be careful Don" said Mela happily.
Mela is happy, but she doesn't know what her best friend is feeling right now. He did not know that all this time his best friend had a taste in him.
"Eh Don, wait a minute" said Mela to Doni who was walking towards the door.
"What's Mel," she said.
"Can you send Fitri back to the flower shop. Because he also wants to go home now" said Mela.
"He was with my mom in the back. I think he wants to say goodbye to Mom. You just wait here first. Later he also passed by" said Mela.
"It's fine" said Doni.
Before long, Fitri also appeared from the kitchen. He walked towards Mela who was sitting in the living room chair. Fiazal has been going to the hospital since. After the event, Faizal left because there was a call for him that could not be delayed anymore.
"Fit, you go home with Doni. Because he also mua nih home" said Mela told Fitri.
"Well, if Doni doesn't mind. I'm the same as him." said Fitri.
"Don't mind if I'm fit, you're just sitting in the car. I'm not carrying you. So, you don't worry about me." said Doni.
"Don't be in Don's dreadlocks, he's my best friend at the flower shop. If there's no one she's like my flower shop" Mela said.
"Let's be calm, I won't eat it as dreadful as Doni's mas. I'm immune to fighting" Fitri smiled.
Fitri sweet child, her skin is not too white but not too black. Make it, beautiful in the eyes of men. And also in addition, this girl wears a hijab wherever she goes.
His speech is also subtle, he is a handler of Mela in the flower shop. She was indeed the village girl who came to the city to pit her fate in this violent city.
In the past, he and Mela met on a rather lonely road. The girl almost fell prey to the thugs on the street. Fortunately Mela passed by, and helped her by calling the police. The man was afraid to hear Mela want to call the police.
Mela lied to that guy.