Regrets After the Farewell

Chapter 31.

"Gosh, searched everywhere, it's even here."

A tall, well-built man with a well-proportioned body approached Salman who was sitting in a bar. The man pulled up a chair and sat down next to Salman.

"Hm... What's up?" salman asked casually while holding a small glass filled with drinks.

"It's okay, I just want to vent a little. That's if you're willing to listen to it."

"Women's problem again?"

"Hehe... Just know you're,"

"How can't it? Garong cats like you of course just want to discuss the matter."

"The cat had already turned into a kitchen cat, docile and very sweet."

"Preix... You think I believe?"

"It should be,"

"That's it, there's no need to mince words. I don't have much time,"

"Be careful, really rushed. Was this the woman? He is also great, can turn forest people into monkey children. Anytime, try to introduce me to your wife. I want to know how attractive he is that he can turn you into this obedient."

"No, I don't want my wife to meet a dappled man like you. You don't have a brain,"

"Haha... But now that my brain is functioning normally, it's all because of a woman who made me crazy."

"Woman again?"

"Of course, but this time it's different. I'm very interested in him, he's not like the women I knew before, he's very special."

"Hmmm..."

Such was the sound of Salman's conversation with a friend who had not met for a long time.

Yes, the man named Hendrik, he had a class with Salman when tasting the bench of upper secondary education. They were quite familiar, but separated when the man continued his studies abroad.

A few years ago the two of them accidentally met while on a business trip in the neighboring country, dear Salman less respect after knowing that Hendrik is a playboy who likes to play tricks on women's feelings.

Since then, the two have never met again. Today was their first meeting after a long time of not communicating.

"Wait a minute!" Hendrik pulled his chair slightly closer towards Salman. "Why is your face like this? What are you thinking?" hendrik once realized the change in Salman's countenance was much different from the last time they met.

"The name is also old, it is natural that wrinkles." said Salman lightly with increasingly wrinkled forehead.

"Haha... Yeah, well, but you're lucky enough, at this age you already have a wife, while I... I have not found the best, if any, it is very difficult to conquer his heart." said Hendrik with a look of despair.

"Eat him fix your personality first, just play around with women's feelings!" ketus Salman with an annoyed look. Without him noticing, he was advising himself.

"I'm not like that anymore, I've been converted, this woman makes me even more curious" explained Hendrik.

"I liked the woman, but her attitude towards me was always cold like seeing a ghost every day." - complained Hendrik, then sighed heavily. He is overwhelmed to conquer the heart of his dream woman who is always closed when with him.

"Every day?" again Salman frowned to hear the words of his best friend.

"Yes, that woman once helped me when I was injured in a village. I brought him home because his safety was threatened. But until this second, he never looked at me even once, every talking his head always lowered down. Did I scare you that?" obviously Hendrik while scratching his head that is not itchy.

"Maybe he knows that you're not a good man" replied Salman, who sipped his drink again.

"Okay, this could also be karma for me." Hendrik mangosteen realized how bad he had been all this time.

While many of the girls in line are expecting her love, the woman she really likes is distancing herself from her. Hendrik did not understand how to melt the woman's heart.

"Just be patient. The point is to fix yourself first, when the time comes, the love will come by itself" said Salman who tried to look okay in front of Hendrik, whereas for one month he was almost crazy to think about Safia who never knew where her whereabouts. "Here you go, I go home first."

Salman tried to get up from his seat, but suddenly his body staggered and again sat on the chair.

"Don't drink too much!" Hendrik chuckled at Salman's sad face.

Not having the heart to let Salman who was drunk, Hendrik helped him stand up and memapah his best friend left the bar.

After putting Salman to sleep on the back bench, Hendrik then opened the front door and sat on the steering wheel. Not long after Hendrik started the engine, the car was speeding down the highway.

Instead of taking Salman to his residence, Hendrik took his best friend to his house. He did not want the condition of Salman instead invite a quarrel between Salman and his wife.

In just half an hour, Hendrik's car arrived in the garage. After shutting down the engine, he went down first and helped Salman enter the house.

"Where is this?" sizzle Salman with a raucous voice and eyes reddened like a cold wolf. He also still took the time to look at every corner of the house he pegged.

"I'm sorry, I'm forced to take you to my house, tomorrow morning I'll take you home." said Hendrik and then brought Salman to the guest room.

"Hm... It's pretty good" Salman nods in a semi-conscious state.

"Sleep, I also need to rest. Tomorrow morning there's an important meeting I have to attend."

After helping Salman lie on the bed, Hendrik covers him and leaves him alone. He went into his room to remember the clock that had stayed twelve.

"Safia, where are you, baby? Come back, I beg you, I miss you so much. I feel like dying to endure this longing alone, please go home!" salman muttered with his eyes tightly closed. A drop of clear chunks suddenly fell in the corner of his eye.

It has been a month that Safia disappeared and since then Salman has lost his sanity. Every night his work was just drinking to cover the sadness that lay in his heart.

Salman is no longer what he used to be. Her work spirit decreased, her passion disappeared along with the departure of Safia who did not know where the limb.

Salman's world turned dark, he had no more spirit to move on.

Only Safia and Safia came to his mind. Mika tried to meet him several times but Salman always threw the woman out. There was no place in her heart for another woman except Safia who had ruffled her feelings.

Had time been repeated, Salman would never have hurt Safia that deep. But the rice has already become porridge, tasty unpleasant Salman was forced to swallow it alone.