The Marriage Order

S3 Comfort you

Reynand Pov's

Seeing her cry and emotion just made me realize. This is not the time I'm adding to Sheryl's burden. He must not think of something that makes it back turbulent. I hurt him with my selfish words. Although furious, I should not have thought of myself without understanding how she felt. Naturally, my feelings of love became more and more passionate to see him so sad.

This afternoon by chance, I drove him to the gynaecologist. Waiting for him to finish checking outside the room. Sheryl wouldn't let me in until she had to wait outside.

The door of the poly room finally opened. Sheryl looks like she's popping out of it. I immediately got up from my seat.

"Rey, you gotta see this!" The woman gave me a photograph showing the shape of a fifteen-week-old baby.

I looked at that photo. There was a hint of jealousy that shackled the recesses of my heart. But on the side, I felt a strange feeling that made me suddenly smile sincerely.

"Male or female?" my many.

"It's not predictable. Eighteen weeks can only be seen clearly," he replied.

I just nod in understanding. A few moments later we were in the car.

"Rey, I don't want to go home" he said suddenly.

"Why?" I turned my head.

"Don't want to. Can, right?" Sheryl looked at me with a slightly wavering face.

"Where are you going?"

"Not knowing."

I was silent for a moment while looking at my watch. At seven o'clock in the night. Suddenly remembered a night festival located near the coast of the capital. The festival I actually knew from Kayla. He wanted to go to that place and I promised to accompany him. But since he's been busy lately, I haven't been able to keep my word.

"okay!"

I decided to go to that place. Our trip took about forty-five minutes.

Sheryl seemed to sparkle looking at a lively place filled with flickering colorful lights as well as the number of people who visit the place.

"How's it?" I blinked at him.

"Lumayan."

Sheryl nodded with a happy smile. Then without making any small talk, he walked away from me. I snorted and smiled looking at her behavior.

The woman was walking so gallantly in front of there. I accelerated my steps to compensate.

"For a fifteen-week pregnant woman, you turned out to be quite gallant" I said.

"Aren't those fifteen weeks pregnant women supposed to stay on the bed?" he answered with a question that made me shake my head.

Sheryl was also chuckling. He then pointed to a place. "Rey, look! There's a painting exhibit."

I frowned directing my gaze at the place Sheryl had appointed. Not yet able to answer, Sheryl grabbed my wrist. Clasping tightly pulled me in his footsteps.

"Freddy Cakra Darmawan?" I read one familiar name on one of the paintings in there. The portrait painting of a woman filled with excitement emanated was very clear.

"Why?" tanyanya.

"Name is no stranger."

I answered while keeping remembering. Suddenly, my shoulder was patted from behind. I looked up and immediately gasped to see a man standing in front of me.

"Rey!" said the man who immediately hugged without warning.

I remained silent until I finally remembered who the man was. "Freddy! Holy hooch! Long time no see."

I patted her back. A moment later Freddy broke his embrace, smilingly looking at me.

"Rey, how are you?" tanyakanya.

"good. You alone?"

"good. It just so happened to meet here," he said then his eyes glanced at Sheryl, "Who is he? Your wife?"

"No. Rey's my friend." Sheryl refused. His palm swung in front of Freddy.

"Oh ...." Freddy nodded. He smiled and extended his hand. "I'm Freddy. I'm also a friend of Reynand's. One apartment with him."

"I mean one building. Freddy's neighbor. He's a painter," I said introduce.

"So you painted that?" Sheryl pointed at the painting beside her.

"Yes." Yeah."

"That's pretty. Who's she?"

"My ex," replied Freddy, but did not elaborate. His views continued to lead to Sheryl.

I watched him and asked, "What's up, Fredd? Your gaze was-"

"You don't want to be painted?" Freddy cut my word.

Sheryl turned to me as if asking for her opinion. I nodded with lips pursed a little weaving.

"Can. Not long, is it?"

"Submitted. Just sec. An hour at most if it takes a lot of rest," he replied curlingly as he glanced at me, "I hope Reynand isn't jealous."

"What right is she jealous of?" With a soft look, Sheryl pursed back. I could only exhale violently while hoping that Freddy had no intentions of all sorts.

"Goodoo. Reynand did, Sher. You have to be good at pulling the thread.

"You mean?"

"Yes, we'll talk about that."

Freddy takes Sheryl to a room. I followed them from behind.

The room Freddy prepared looked simple. The lighting looks good too. Sheryl sits on a chair facing Freddy preparing her canvas and painting tools. Meanwhile, I was standing next to Freddy.

"Hey! What are you planning, Fredd?" aska whispered.

"Look and watch!" freddy replied so casually. He turned his eyes to Sheryl. "I want to paint you with the same expression as the painting."

"okay!" Sheryl immediately drew her smile.

What the hell are you up to, Fredd? my inner.

"Lack, Sher. You can look towards Reynand. Think of him as a funny animal that makes you so happy when you see him."

An animal? Damn you, Fredd!

I cursed the painter beside me. Past friends who had suddenly met in a place like this. Unfortunately, Sheryl just nodded in response to Freddy's words. He according. I don't know what animal he had in mind when he set his sights on me.

"Well! Aye! I see! Hold, yes. Not long, really," said Freddy began to move his brush nimble on the canvas. I who knew him when we were both students was amazed at his skills. Really not expecting at all. Freddy is talented. He painted Sheryl's face very similarly.

Sheryl and I looked at each other for a long time. His eyes so hardened my heart. It made me fall in love with her many times, although I often felt pain.

Sheryl suddenly lowered her head while stroking her stomach. I panicked to approach him.

"Sheryl, are you okay?" I asked who took his hand.

"Slightly creepy." Sheryl answered.

"Fredd, already, yes! The painting goes on next time," I said, turning to Freddy.

"Yes, Rey. It's almost done, though." Freddy seemed to be casually moving his hands on the canvas.

I immediately helped Sheryl get up from her seat.

"I want to see" said Sheryl, still grimacing a little.

I also led him to Freddy. Sheryl raised both corners of her lips.

"That's great, Fredd," praised the woman.

"I'll send you the painting when it's done." Freddy smile.

We nod in assent. Shortly thereafter, we went home..

Something surprising happened. As we walked through the exhibition hall, I accidentally saw a pair of men and women I knew were also at the Freddy painting exhibit.