The End of the Waiting

Weird Dreams

Wedding preparations were made by both parents. While the groom and the woman are still busy with their respective work. Several times they have met to do the fitting of the wedding dress to be worn for the reception.

That afternoon at lunchtime, Akram suddenly came to the office and invited Amara to lunch. Of course not only the two of them because each of them also brought his secretary.

They do not send messages very often. Only if things are important and urgent will they communicate. In view of Ahmad Arsalan's message that warned not to send messages of love.

However, his name is young, there is only his behavior.

After sitting at a table containing four people, they ordered the desired food.

While waiting for the order, they filled the time with a short chat.

“How was your day, Mara? Do not overextend yourself and keep your health,” said Akram attention.

“Not bad, a lot of work piling up that I do not ngizinin I make a sigh of relief. Indeed business is not my passion,” replied Amara with a tired sigh.

“You can be a painter like your ideals.” Akram recalled that the woman once said that she wanted to become a famous painter and have her own art gallery.

“Then abandon the company father who has been built laboriously? I'm not selfish at the expense of the many people who work there. Maybe if Mas Juan was still there I could do it, but the weathered bachelor had already returned to his city.” Amara shook her head weakly. It could be that the father appointed someone else as CEO to be the supreme leader of the day, but as the largest shareholder, only their family could occupy that position.

“May I keep working, right Mas even though we're married later?” ask Amara who remembers that she hasn't talked about it.

“Bby. You can still split your time. Getting married doesn't mean I took your life. As long as it's a good thing and not a disadvantage, I will certainly support you.”

The two conversations are not as stiff as they used to be. They can talk as is the origin is still within reasonable limits and does not lead to anything else.

After eating lunch, Amara took a moment to go to the toilet.

“Mara!”

Amara who was still down from reading the message immediately looked up when the familiar voice peaked in her ear.

“Mas Haris,” murmurs slowly. She looked at and observed her ex-husband. The two gazes clashed, but Amara no longer felt anything, no more the loving and longing gaze that had once been highlighted from her bead.

“How are you, Mara? Long time never see you,” said Haris with a faint smile. He walked forward, but instead Amara took a few steps back and dodged.

“I'm sorry, Mas.” As Amara passed by Haris, the man blocked his wrist, then apologized for the sassness.

“Dragon your limits, Mas Haris!” amara snapped a little harshly, brushed off the hand.

The word sorry no longer means anything. It's all over, why at a time like this do they have to meet again?

“I've forgotten it!” Amara stepped back, but she could feel the gaze of someone still watching her.

“I am in the process of parting,” said Haris made Amara step stopped, but did not make him turn his head at all.

“It's none of my business, Mas Haris. Whatever happens to you has nothing to do with me anymore,” Amara said indifferently and passed away.

Getting divorced is none of my business either! Whoareyou? I don't care what you do!

Amara went back to the table and got a question from her future husband because she saw his visibly upset face. However, he did not tell her what he had just experienced, not wanting to cause trouble.

At one in less than ten minutes, they left the restaurant. Amara and her secretary were escorted back to the office.

The traffic is not so dense to make their journey smoothly without obstacles, besides the distance of the office and restaurant is not too far.

“Thank you, Mas. Be careful on the road,” Amara said before getting off the car.

His brief encounter with Haris left no impression at all. When looking at her figure Amara also no longer felt hurt or hurt.

The taste is completely gone.

The memories are no longer in the memory.

Amara's phone shook, she tried to ignore it because time was already showing midnight. Who would call him in the middle of the night like this. Not polite, he thought.

His hand reached for the phone on the nightstand, lazily looking at the screen displaying a call from an unknown number, but Amara remembered the number. He snorted softly and rejected the call.

The call kept repeating, Amara who was careless put the number into the block list.

He no longer wanted to have any relationship with the man anymore. Anything. Let it all just be the past.

Amara turned off her phone and chose to sleep.

Because a tired body sometimes makes the mind lose control. He didn't want to ruin anything that was in sight.

To Be Continue ....