REVENGE IS UNCOVERED

Part.7

"Huuuffs....Bete too, apparently". Melda murmured, pensive and sitting on a chair.

His eyes glanced towards the wall clock, still at nine in the morning. Some days, he works as a hotel receptionist.

Welcoming guests and others. At the time of bete-bete, it's good snacking food. The problem is, it's not allowed.

"Bete really, anyway! Why, didn't ask V for help yesterday. Change jobs to regular office staff. It must be easy, not to be Frans' secretary. I almost blew up, working on a pile of files". Slow down, long rest hours. His stomach was rumbling, wanting to eat something. "Over time, the friend next to me ate". His grunts again, with a sad face.

"Father, rich sad and many thoughts". Ana asks, her friend is working.

"Bete, can't snack. My stomach, it's been rumbling. Where's the old break again, damn it". Melda replied, grunting annoyed.

"Patience, at first I bete too. Over time, not tight. What's more, got salary money.hehehehe.... Lost, Bete and tired". Ana's snort, smile.

"That's you, not me". Sahut Melda, direct. Want to ask for help V, but it's impossible. Must be in ledekin, Frans. Can not be independent, what more a trivial problem. Speaking of Frans, what's he doing? Then, who is yah? So curious, where might Frans have a long holiday. There must be someone, accompanying him. Damn, did Frans secretly have a lover. If true, just get it. He, neither glanced at nor tempted with me. Inner Melda, with pursed lips.

"Dreamy mulu, definitely a guy problem yah". Delik Ana, be suspicious. Even though they are, new acquaintances. However, it is very easy to get along with anyone. Melda, also likes Ana who is always outspoken.

"Yes,Ana. Why well, if the guy is mediocre with us. Although, we've been trying to get close to him. Asked not like us, he was silent. But, he's the one who's paying attention". Melda, tell me the contents of her brain.

"Usually, there's a feeling of someone being guarded". Sahut Ana, smile smrik.

"No, another answer. Make the mood ruined, so". Melda, upset with Ana's answer.

"Or you, not his type. So, he's paying attention to you. Likely, just consider as a friend and nothing more". Ana said, just the same as making Melda's mood shatter into pieces.

"Ana, you got a boyfriend, don't you? The answer is, not very good". Melda, instantly rose in blood hearing Ana's reply again.

"Have, why? Don't try to take it from me. Chick-about there,oke". Cynic Ana, look at Melda.

"Yeeee.... Ogah really, snatch a man's. By the way, how are you guys doing? Who knows, I've had that enlightenment". Blink Melda's eyes, smile sweetly.

"Initially, he and I were schoolmates. You know, the nature between the two of us. If it's not seven years, we know. Then, my birthday. Him, shoot me. It's true, I'm starting to love and like her. I guess, my love claps one hand. You know, he likes me too". Said Ana, shy cat.

"Waws... That short, dad". Melda looked at Ana's face.

"That's short, you say!". Ana, pat her forehead on hearing Melda's words. "Seven years, I harbored a sense of love. You, tell me that short! Jesus dragon, Melda". Ana, suddenly growled at Melda who was just a whimper.

"Canda, Anna. Just kidding,". Melda's coldness, makes Ana bad mood so.

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In the other hemisphere, the Frans has arrived at a house.

"Sorry, who's dad". Asked the man, he stood up and walked closer to Frans.

"My name, Frans. Herlin's friend, um.What Herlin is". Frans replied, actually he hesitated.

"Oh, her friend Herlin. Sit down, Son. Call me, Mr. Damit. Looks like you're not here". Said Mr. Damit, who was berbuki Frans.

"Truly, I'm from the city. Actually, we met in the city. It's been a long time, don't meet Herlin.Obviously, close friends sir. Incidentally, there is free time to walk here. Eee... Remembering Herlin, he once said. If her parents live here". Frans replied, he had prepared everything and made a scenario to be trusted.

"Oh, Herlin after school. He, working in the city. Not long after, she enlisted into the Army (kowad). kowad was the call of the female Army. Although, I had forbidden him to achieve the ideals that have been dreamed so far. For the happiness of a child. We, let go of his departure. A few years, not meeting and Herlin had already gotten his wish. He, go on duty again. In two years and back here. We, got the shocking news from his own mouth". Said Mr. Jaya, quietly for a moment.

Frans, listen to Mr. Jaya's story. Just make it, dag-dig-dug is not careless.

Mr. Jaya, told me about his son and gave me his home address. Frans, immediately left the house of Herlin's parents.

Disappointment is what I feel, Frans. The promise made by Herlin, was just a lie.

Frans, get a strong grip on the steering wheel of his car. Every now and then, he hits her. Mr. Jaya's words, ringing in his brain.

"After returning from duty, Herlin decided to stop being a member of the Army (kowad). He, married a man. He said, a schoolmate used to be a doctor. Of course, we agreed on their relationship. We're happy, if Harlin stops working that life's at stake and builds his little household. As his parents, where did the confusion come from? He, always gave us a large sum of money.every time, I asked Herlin. He just answered briefly from savings he said".

Frans, just smiling at the speech of Mr. Jaya. The money given by Herlin was the money Frans always sent.

Frans, who embodies Herlin's ideals. He always sends money with a lot of money. Money doesn't matter to Frans, the only thing that's causing him trouble is that Herlin lied to him.

Thirty minutes, Frans finally reached the address given by Pak Jaya. Apparently, Herlin was married to a wealthy man. The house is big and the fence is high.

Gatekeeper, open up. So Frans can go inside. The cold heat was mixed together, the sweat soaking his forehead already.

"Who,bi". Asked a woman, who was relaxing in the living room.The voice that Frans missed so much, but turned to hate.

The woman, turned around and was shocked to see a man she knew. "French...". Lirih Herlin, slowly. Her lips twitched, her hands squeezed the ends of her clothes.

"Hi, Herlin. How are you,". Frans, greet Herlin with ease. But the look in his eyes, he could not lie.

"Frans, you.... Oh, my God, you're here". Herlin, sitting limp and agitated. As if, his life was on the edge of the horn.

"Herlin, just relax. I know, you married Jordan. What you said, a friend. Then, I'm your travel ATM. Very interesting, I'd love to clap". Frans said, smiling smrik.

"Frans, I'm sorry about that. Soon, I send the money borrowed from you. That amount of money, not how much for me". Herlin, as if humbling Frans. Indeed, at this time, Frans did not look attractive. T-shirts and trousers, his white skin turned into sapodilla skin. He, indeed, did not reveal his true form. Herlin, don't you know? who the hell, Frans.