The End of the Betrayal

Everything Has Ended

“Congratulations Yud, may you be a good father to your son,” I said in a cold voice.

"We fought together to win. We were together to get success. We used to join hands to make dreams come true. Reaching the stairs to the top. Turns out the stick wasn't strong enough for us to be able to maintain trust. All the sacrifices have gone to waste, all because you have thrown them away." I didn't give Yuda a chance to talk.

Yuda only replied with a forced smile. I don't feel satisfied saying any other words. But the Mission behind me kept elbowing my back to get a quick change.

It's okay that it's important that Judah has been mentally even though I'm not satisfied to see his sour face.

I went down first, and stared at the guarantee, as if this eye was reluctant to escape from the two bridal couples who were standing to greet the invited guests.

The story between us has to end here. All the feelings that were intertwined when we were together, in fact, will only be a mere memory. All shades of full color must be erased, because the red thread that strings despair is now broken by force. Removing drizzle rinai that are far from two angles of voracity. Now I decided to open a new page, because life has to go on, right?

Then I smiled sweetly when I saw Mr. Gala approaching me.

“Tia, what's your ride home?” ask Mr. Gala, when we-we just got out of the building, where Yuda and Bu Fany's wedding party was held.

I stared at Mission and Tulip alternately.

“Numpang same Tulip Pak car,” I replied by pointing to Tulip, uh precisely his lover's car is not a Tulip car anyway. Fortunately we were really sohib, so Tulip also immediately nodded as a sign that she did not mind me taking the car of her lover, so mosquito repellent. Although Tulip and I had no further communication, Tulip never objected to my plans.

“Trulip Really?” ask Mr. Gala, maybe he considers that I look like a liar.

“Betul Pak, we happen to contract one roof, so it's okay if Tia wants to hitchhike, but that's also if Tia wants to accompany us on a date first,” reply Tulip, at the end it is not very good. It's the same Tulip as giving the opportunity for Mr. Gala to come home with me.

I also stared intently at the cursed sohib, fortunately standing we do not deket if deket nih rich hard shoes Paku I inject into the feet of my friend.

Mr. Gala immediately looked at me, who was staring intently at Tulip. “If so I just take it, besides it is still eight o'clock too, pity if you disturb Tulip want to date,” Pak Gala replied with a face that sparkled happily, and, as if that handsome, rich man had the chance to get close to me, PD.

Though the plan I intend to mepet Pak Gala, but instead I think I'm in the solid first. Back I saw the face of my best friend's face was very supportive if I was escorted by Mr. Gala. Ah, when else try between the big bosses.

“But, will you not take Pak Gala? I if riding a luxury car like mabok,” said I was of course just a stale base.

“No, kan nganterin doang, anyways if you mabok ya later you clean my car, so just kok bothered.”

"Honestly well, if I have been with you for a long time, I may be young" said Mr. Gala, as I walked behind Mr. Gala to get to where his car was parked. Well even I can not refuse, as a result tonight became an unforgettable night, in addition to a night of heartbreak left married with a girlfriend when unfortunately. Tonight is also the go-to date of the big boss. Let the most gossip later, tebel-tebel aja nih ears.

"Tia, Mr. Gala, we go home first well," said Tulip and also the Mission, where my two best friends went home first, I don't know if they really after coming home from the wedding Yuda directly returned to the contract, or instead they visited the night market to date the style of commoners.

I also only reply with a nod and also a thin smile of course forced. Because I know, tonight I can go home together with Mr. Gala, there is the role of the friends of the curse, which they in fact must plan, so that I can go home with Mr. Gala. Well I admit their efforts are directly aimed at the goal but not gini also, the time directly sitting in one car. Where is the luxury car again later I was found really tacky dong.

"By the way your house is where Tia is? Far from here?" asked Mr. Gala when we just got into the car, which was cold and fragrant. What is clear is not the smell of citrus smells that sometimes make delicious well, this smells different, until I feel at home lingering in the car.

"Not too far sir, it's in the jackfruit alley, cinnamon road," I replied must know Mr. Gala, because the road is indeed the main road when going to the office.

"Oh here I know dong, and not too far away. How if we go for a walk first, to the night market maybe, followed by your friends," said Mr. Gala, who increasingly makes me unable to refuse. I really feel that I am in the process of being deleted right now, not me. But again and again this heart cannot resist.

"For a long time, sir, because tomorrow you have to keep working. As a good mother's child, Tia also can not go home late at night, in addition to pamali, he was also afraid to be a neighbor's gossip material," reply me with a bit of honest joking my heart is like frozen so I want the current atmosphere to be cool and not awkward.

Understandably this is the closest interaction between me and Mr. Gala, just imagine a charismatic handsome man who is idolized by many employees and also certainly women out there, not only, handsome and charismatic. Mr. Gala is also very rich, so I feel inferior once in a car with him, and consequently this body is like a cheerful.

Haha... Mr. Gala laughed crisply every time I slipped a joke, it seemed like the man had just found a friend who could make him laugh so crisply that with me I could often laugh freely.

"No, at least the same cilok snack of cotton sugar, or grandma's hair," replied Mr. Gala, which made me quite surprised.

"Well, Mr Gala knows that legendary food? I think Mr. Gala has pizza, burgers, steaks and expensive food. It turns out that Mr. Gala was sniffled too, "my reply is yes even though I'm not sure Mr. Gla was really hooked. Given that food is famous for roadside food. I'm also not sure rich people like Mr. Gala want roadside food.

"Hay... What is the difference between rich and poor? No more food is delicious, even when I was a child often secretly run away to buy the food, and Mamih and other caregivers or families do not know. If now anyway they have a little freedom I eat whatever I want, yes although do not dare to eat a lot because a lot of MSG, and the language usually tends to origin, and not so hygienic," reply Mr. Gala, who I admit is quite popular lifestyle Mr. Gala, but do not know with his family. It could be that his family is precisely the soul mate must be equal, seed, bebet and weight. Therefore before I was eliminated from the prospective daughter-in-law, the soul knew I had to exist before anything happened.

Maybe for the exclamations, okay. But if for serious it is better not, because I am not ready for a second heartbreak. Broken heart is very painful and sore especially if we have really believed and love, it feels very extraordinary. We must look ordinary in front of others, so that the heart must remain strong, and share sadness only with God.

Now I wipe away the shadows, as rain melts dust in the leaves. Let me throw the blame only on the owner of the universe. Praying for me to repeat. Complain about all injustice. Forgetting the pain of betrayal. I unraveled the burden in my prostration to beg for help so that I could heal this heart wound. And I'm sure he'll get retribution.

Seriate....