Not Planned Love (R3)
95. Getting Farther
...95. Getting Away...
...“Sometimes what is ignored will not feel further and further day by day.”—Atmariani Karamina Adriani...
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A pair of legs clad in Heeled knee boots, brown skin, seemed to have just entered a room. Heeled knee boots are a blend of heels and boots that are up to the knee length. This shoe is suitable for use when the weather is cold because it makes the user feel warm as it is today. Her slender body was wrapped in a flora motif dress from Giambattista Valli. Combined with a thick coat in matching color with his shoes. A sling bag from Chanel also appeared to adorn his shoulder.
The smell of paint of various types began to be inhaled by his sense of smell when entering the room. Three different-colored women appeared to approach when he came.
“You just came, Kara?”
“Hm.”
“What did your dinner go well yesterday?”
“Iya. Let's tell you how your dinner was last night.”
The beautiful woman who later worked side by side as a Fashion influencer was staring at the three women who had the status as ‘ friends’ was alternating. One was the cause of the gossip, the other was the heathen, and the last the handyman talked about the ugliness of others. Toxic friendly's.
Actually not want to be close to the three. However, the three of them were always approaching him on various occasions. They always take cover behind the shield said ‘friend’ which they are proud of.
“Where is sir Adrian?” instead of answering his third question, he chose to ask his lecturer who happens to be teaching today.
“Sir Adrian is going outside for a while. We can chat before—“
“I have to go pick up the equipment. I'm sorry.” Instead of serving the three who randomly look for face in front of him, Kara prefers to leave the place.
The day started with a bad mood. He needs a moodbooster to start the rest of his day. By pouring her gloom on canvas it seems like it's not too bad of an idea. Maybe canvas, brushes and paint can help improve his mood this morning.
“What's early in the morning, young lady?” Asked a voice that made Kara reflexively turn her head.
“Sir Adrian, you are here?”
The bespectacled man smiled as he looked at the canvas that had been decorated with various colors. “There is an implied meaning in this painting. Trying to entertain yourself?”
Kara smiled thinly while putting the brush in her hand. “Hm, maybe a little transition.”
“So you're bothering your mind? Usually this early in the morning you will be in business class, not in this messy room smelling of paint.”
Kara smiled faintly hearing that. The man who has the status of one of the lecturers at the university where he received his education was indeed quite close to him. Their age is also not too far away. At the age of just about to approach the head of three, the French vocational man has become a lecturer of art that is quite familiar with his name. Coupled with a beautiful appearance and an easy going personality, making it respected by many students.
“I don't have class this morning, sir.”
The man nodded, while picking up a new canvas from the store. “Then let me accompany you here, while I work on a painting of Surialism.”
Kara nodded with a faint smile. Having friends when painting and having a school of thought that both love the art world, is a fun thing. They can chat while sharing various knowledge about the art world that will not end.
On the sidelines of the demands of education and work he lived, Kara did often escape his thoughts on the art world to improve the mood. Not only as a hobby that is often pursued, he also made his love for the art world as an investment in the future.
Kara already has her own gallery. From the sale of collected paintings, the money will be used to help children in need in countries such as Africa and countries affected by conflict or war.
Demanded adult when getting older, making Kara more open minded. He is required to always think broadly and openly to face the real world of work. A few years back Kara has also started playing with the world stock index. He began his own tenure to manage the position that was prepared for him.
However, because of the demands that are getting heavier and more, making the partnership with the husband more powerful. The intensity of the meeting began to rarely occur. They have one roof. There are even times, Kara has difficulty when she wants to talk to the beautiful man of Radityan descent is so busy.
Without them knowing, what they ignore will boomerang later in life. Kara always tries to set aside time for her husband. As a wife, the main thing for her is to serve her husband. Prepare all her needs from waking up early to sleeping again. However, things are not balanced shown by the husband. The man focused too much on some point to forget his position as a husband.
His existence required his wife. His attention is coveted by the woman he loves. But, what did he give? Ignored again due to the demands of work, education and personal matters.
For a moment he forgot if his position was a husband, the head of the household was also a leader. Worldly problems made him forget the way home for a few days.
“Josh, you see Arsyad?” Kara asked one of her husband's friends. He had been looking for the man since lunchtime but could not find him.
“Maybe in library. I saw him with Jessy there,” jawap leleki named Josh.
“Owh, thanks. I went to the library first then.” Kara passed after.
He left early in the morning to pick up his father. However, she left to avoid contact with her husband this morning. There was a sense of annoyance still left when considering the failure of the dinner that he had designed yesterday. His father came to visit and see his condition. The man routinely sees the condition of the princess stuffs once a month.
Arriving at the library, Kara immediately looks for her husband. There were some things he needed to talk about with the man. When it arrived at the usual place to read, in the corner of the library room, the silhouette could be captured by his hazelnut beads. However, the man was not alone.
He seemed to be discussing with a pale-skinned man before him who was sitting with a silver-bladed woman. Beside her own husband, there was a blonde-looking woman who was struggling spoiled on her sturdy bicep arm.
Kara has to know who they are. What students major in and their background in the university. One of them is Jessy. The blond woman who was sitting while hugging the bicep muscular arms of her husband.
Kara chose to abandon her intentions. His mood to talk to the husband vanished so early. It feels, only he is trying to maintain that everything ‘ alright’, not with the other party.
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“Let's lunch together?”
“I'm busy. Eat it yourself,” replied the beautiful man who was repairing his writing equipment. He had just finished discussing the organization with his organization friends.
“Come, Syad. I want you—“
“I go,” by the beautiful man. Since then he was already uncomfortable with the attitude of the blonde woman. His mood today was already bad, exacerbated again by the presence of the woman.
“Arsyad, are you still here?”
“What's up?” Ask the owner a name back.
“Tadi Kara looking for you. I thought he'd met you,” the man named Josh told me.
Arshad seemed to think for a moment. But during his time in the library no one approached, let alone the wife.
“I just passed him. You guys talked?”
“Not yet,” replied Arsyad accordingly.
“Then I go first.” Josh passed by after saying so. Leaving Arsyad still drowning in confusion.
His relationship with his wife began to enter the stage of the 2nd season. The bland taste begins to spread when not treated patiently. Both he and his wife should be able to think maturely and rationally. However, here the random time to make everything broken is him. Yes, Arsyad admitted that.
Therefore, today he will try to talk to his wife. If left for much longer, nothing will be finished. There are only problems that are getting neglected.
“Kara?”
The beautiful woman in the home address of the famous brand turned her head. Both of his hands were wrapped in anti-heat gloves which he used to remove the baking sheet from inside the oven.
“Iya?” answer the owner's name, while removing the baking sheet containing pastries of his creation. “Yanda are home?” they were friendly, as if they were okay.
“Hm,” response the owner of the call. “What are you doing?”
“Ah, this. Kara is making flower oolong tea cookies. Recipe cookies from mbak Alea,” replied Kara accordingly.
“Can we talk to you for a minute, Kara?”
The beautiful woman smiled faintly while nodding. “Kara always have time, Yanda.”
Arsyad felt his wife's words piercing the recesses of his heart. I don't know how long they haven't talked like this. It felt, the woman who was now sitting before him was getting further and further out of his reach. Or, it was he who made the woman feel so far away to reach?
“Happy 4th anniversary, Yanda. Sorry, the cake can no longer be eaten. It's been a while in the refrigerator,” said Kara cheerfully. But Arshad knew that his wife's heart was hurting. “So, instead, Kara serve these cookies only.”
The beautiful woman thrust a clear jar inside which was filled with flower oolong tea cookies made by her. “Like for example anniversary cake, the more years the smaller and sometimes change into cookies, who knows? Such is also our feeling that has been guarded for many years. Is it still the same as before, left a little, or has it begun to thin because it was eroded by time?”
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...Sukabumi August 14, 2021...
