Rosie Sanders!
Take your own burden
...Hollaa epribadeeehhh 🤗🤗🤗...
...We know Noora Morail Sanders Pratama, yuk yuk first!...
...The beautiful, with two personalities that always make the performance of the heart ketar ketir not because....
A woman had just changed her wedding dress by herself. The room was so spacious it felt even wider when she had to be alone inside her.
Noora stared at the bed with a sprinkling of flower petals on top of her. So beautiful in shape with the symbol of the heart also his name and the husband on each side of the heart.
"How can you have a meeting on the night of our bride, Lex." Noora mumbled. The woman who just released her single at the age of 25 years, now looks a little upset against the husband.
Lexan Argasatya, the man who became his lover since college in the third semester. Because of her intelligence, Noora first declared graduate and Lexan still have to continue another year of college. But his second relationship went well until now, arriving at the end of his second dream.
Stringing the story they put together in a sacred bond of marriage. And just finished doing all the long and tiring processions, Lexan had to say goodbye to Noora for forgetting to tell one of the clients about her marriage. The man was willing to meet with the client because it was not good to let his client wait and disappointed.
As a career woman, Noora understands her very well. But very dear, why should the night should be his night.
And it's been two hours since Lexan said goodbye to the client, Noora began to feel bored in the big room. Several times changed television channels, and none of the shows in her were able to divert the woman's boredom. He wants to enjoy the night breeze for a moment, to dispel the saturation because waiting is really boring.
With her small steps, Noora walked towards the elevator. Using a hat, a mask is also a Hoodie jacket combined with jeans and light blue sneakers flagship. Don't ask where all those attributes are he got from. The hotel was hers, it was very easy to store those items in a place that only Noora knew of.
Inside there was another person, who was as brilliant as he remembered if the two of him were one of his wedding invitation guests a few hours ago. They also stayed at this hotel. Noora smiled knot, the hotel is her 10th birthday gift, a gift by her great-grandfather. Harland Pratama, before the old man came home a few days after his.
"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?" Ask the woman made Noora inevitably forced to become an eavesdropper, from the chat of the two lovebirds.
"I'm sure I didn't get it wrong, it was really Mr. Lexan. It's just why Mr. Lexan entered the room instead. All I know is that the room is a standard minimalist type. It is impossible right, Miss Noora let the relatives of Mr. Lexan occupy the room, while this is her hotel. They certainly do not lack a suite for relatives who want to stay." Said the man expressing his thoughts.
"You're right, maybe there's one of his best friends. You guys like to spend the night interrupting the grooms, in performing sacred rituals to print the seeds of the future." Timpal the woman scorned, the two of them then laughed. A moment later the elevator arrived at the hotel's main lobby.
Noora did not come out, but went back up to the second floor where the CCTV room was located. The woman did not want to be prejudiced but also did not want to make her suspicions drag on. Arriving in front of the main room towards the CCTV room, a guard prevented him from entering because he did not recognize the woman.
Noora lowered her mask a little and then glanced, so that the man would not be excited about his presence there.
The corner of her lips formed an unusual grin, when she saw her husband being greeted by a woman's helping hand from behind the door that had just opened.
"Paul, call the reception. Ask, who is the beautiful woman who rented room 517. I'm curious about his flickering fingers that are so agile playing on my husband's chest." Noora smiled sweetly. The smile that made Paul's knees shake.
With cold sweaty hands, Paul contacted the receptionist using the phone in his room in front.
After getting information about who rented the room, Paul immediately informed Noora. The woman seemed to take a deep breath and then say thank you. Before leaving, Noora asked that her presence there not be known by anyone including her husband and parents.
Paul just nodded in understanding, no matter how Noora was the owner as well as a director of the hotel. Of course he will obey the orders of his superiors, even though the hotel was managed by Novandra's sister.
Noora was sitting on a park chair not far from her hotel. The woman momentarily stared at the towering hotel building with an erratic feeling.
"You shouldn't be playing with me, Lex. You're really not good at finding targets as stepping stones to jump higher. You want to climb to the top, by making me your footing? You picked the wrong footing, I'm not just gonna make you climb your dreams. But I'll fly you straight to the door of hell." Noora smiled bitterly.
Now he understood the meaning of the advice sentence of the great-grandfather, before going after his great-grandmother. Never put hope too high on someone's shoulders, because the shoulders are not necessarily able to carry your burden. Take on your own burden, so that you can appreciate a process rather than the end result. Now he realized, Lexan is not his already unable to be his pedestal. But from the beginning, it was the man who made his a pedestal of hope in their relationship.
After settling down, Noora chose to re-enter the hotel building which, from now on, will be a reminder to her. Remembering the most sadistic traitor from the husband, who was loved so many hours ago.
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The sound of knocking on the room door made Noora quickly close her laptop. A beautiful woman smiled kindly towards him.
"Come on Vira, sorry to call you on a blind night like this. You must be wondering, right? Why would a bride call you and ask to meet at an unusual time like this?" Vira looks faint. There was anxiety in her mind, Noora was not used to contacting at times like this if it was not an urgent and serious matter.
And seeing the condition of the bridal room that still looks intact, making the mind of Vira began to think far away will be a bad possibility. But the woman immediately shook her head slowly, dismissing the unfounded presumption in her mind.
"You don't want to sit down, Vira, you must be tired, right?" The deg! Savira looks pias, somehow the sentence seems to be touching the other side of his heart.
"I'm not tired miss, I used the car and it doesn't make me tired." Sahut Vira smiled knot. Somehow he was getting anxious, rethinking he might have made a mistake. But until this moment, he did not remember what he had done wrong to the boss.
"Ah, I thought you were staying in one of these hotel rooms. You'd rather go home even though you're so tired of taking care of my wedding." Noora smiled meaningfully. Vira swallowed his hard spit, the woman suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, although in the atmosphere felt increasingly moist and gripping.
"Sit down, Vira, it's not your working hours. Why are you so tight hmmm? Are you making a mistake with me?" Vira's breath choked, her tongue felt muddy. There are stories that as good as it is remain a secret. So too with his story.
At least not now, he did not want to make all his hard work in vain.
