The Mist In Arumi's Heart

Jealous

Arumi glanced sharply at Edgar who looked so satisfied at the time. The anger in his heart became. Edgar felt like he was winning over Arumi.

Arumi then turned her eyes away from Moedya and Diana who seemed to be in a serious conversation. The man did not realize that Arumi and Edgar were there.

Edgar kept staring at Arumi. The girl now looks so chaotic and agitated. He even intends to go from there. However, Edgar immediately prevented it.

"Sit, Arum!" Edgar said in an unusual tone. His eyes also looked much more resolute.

"No! I want to go home!" Reject Arumi while reaching for her bag.

"I said sit down!" Once again Edgar spoke in a stern tone. While Arumi just stared at him sharply.

"I said .. I want to go home!" Arumi still denied with no less forceful.

"Sit down and finish your espresso! Be reasonable and point out if you are not disturbed by their presence!" Edgar said with a much softer tone than before.

Arumi remained silent. He was still staring at Edgar who looked very calm at the time. Edgar again gestured for Arumi to sit down immediately.

Not because of Arumi's feelings at that time. However, he began to understand Edgar's intentions. Arumi then tried to calm herself down. The cup contains the espresso order earlier. Arumi took it back a few times.

"Calm yourself, Arum!" Edgar said in half a whisper. "Pretend not to see them!" Follow that guy again.

"I cant't, Ed. I can't do that" argued Arumi softly.

"If your delinquent boyfriend can do it, then why don't you?" Edgar refutes with a little annoyance at Arumi's stubborn attitude, which is difficult to work with.

"Why do I have to do such an unimportant thing?" Arumi again.

Edgar returned to his body. The calm attitude shown by Edgar was inversely proportional to the attitude shown by Arumi who looked agitated. "Let's play, Beib!" Edgar said with his smile.

Arumi finally complies. He took his breath and slowly blew it. Arumi then corrected her sitting position to be more upright. He also began to calm himself down, by re-sipping his espresso.

"What's going on? Your relationship has been over for a long time, a long time. Then, why do you still look like that?" Edgar looked very curious. "Yes God! Your love is too big for that delinquent, Arum!" Edgar continued with annoyance.

"You already know it. Why are you still asking?" Sahut Arumi indifferent.

Edgar made a short complaint. The calm hue on his handsome face started to get a little piqued, but Edgar was the type of man who was able to control himself. He very well hid that feeling.

"Why, Arum? Look over there! Your ex-lover is with his new girlfriend. What else do you expect from this guy?" Edgar Protest. "You are a smart girl and always think rationally! Why is it that all your thoughts have changed completely? You look so .. oh, I can't tell you!" Edgar complained with the attitude shown by Arumi.

Arumi did not answer immediately. Sometimes the girl thinks she looks ridiculous. However, the fact is that he is unable to resist that feeling. A great feeling, which is still left from his romantic relationship with Moedya.

Hope that had come like a new air for him, suddenly had to return lost. The kiss and attitude of Moedya, honestly has resurfaced something that Arumi has long kept tight.

Edgar showed a hue of dislike with Arumi's speech. Edgar is very smart. He could guess which direction the girl was talking.

"Don't tell me if she's back to flirting and giving you hope again!" Sergey Edgar. His tone impressed firm but slow.

Arumi did not answer. Her pair of beautiful eyes seemed to imply something, an unspoken answer.

Edgar could see that very clearly. Hearts wanted to bring out all his strangeness against Arumi, but he continued to endure.

"Do you meet often?" Surveillance Edgar with his facial expression that was starting to look cold.

Arumi shook her head slowly. A moment later, he seemed to think. "No. .. I mean ... we met yesterday ...." Arumi fell silent and returned to thinking while looking at the man before her. He also scrunched his forehead.

"Why should I give you an explanation? I don't have to feel guilty for anything I do, and you don't have to interfere in my life. In whatever it is!" Sergey Arumi.

Edgar immediately smiled wryly. Her tense face started to look a little calm again. "I'm confused by all this, Arum. I was very confused, " complained the thirty-year-old man.

"I don't blame you for feeling too great for that punk. I feel the same way about you, too" Edgar said. He seems to find it difficult to choose the most appropriate words, which he can use to give an explanation to Arumi.

Edgar held his palms together in a standing position. He then put it on his mouth, and made his two thumbs as a support for his chin. Edgar seemed to think.

"How, how do you feel? Does it hurt or do you enjoy the stupidity that you've nurtured for years?"

Arumi still continued to stare at the man with the look of her deep eyes. There was a meaning he had to interpret in Edgar's speech just now. He knows and is fully aware that he has done something in vain.

"There's a hope coming back, Ed. I felt like I could breathe normally again. However, immediately I had to come back very fast, even firmer than before," Arumi said with eyes glaring at the atmosphere of the afternoon that began to envelop the city.

"The injury that I had hard-earned, finally re-gaped and brought pain again for me," Arumi said again with a soft look.

Edgar was silent. He felt lazy to respond to Arumi's words. Finally, the two of them both fell silent and dissolved in their respective minds.

Moments later, Edgar took another sip of his espresso. The man then stood up. "Come, we're home!" Bring along.

Arumi was amazed by the attitude Edgar showed. But eventually he stood up.

Moedya who was talking seriously with Diana, accidentally turned to the two of them. He looked at Arumi who was walking away with Edgar.

There was another feeling in Moedya's little heart, when she saw Edgar holding Arumi's hand and leading the girl away from there.

The long-haired man then scratched his forehead a few times. He also seemed to cover up the anxiety that suddenly greeted him and made him lose concentration.