
The car that was driven by Rezan split the road that was not so crowded. Beside him Edrice pensively, probably feeling guilty for what had happened to Bril, thought Rezan. They reached the hospital's courtyard where Bril had surgery. Immediately Edrice walked into the hospital and headed for the room where Bril was. His men have reported if Bril's operation is over and running with lancer.
With Edrice on the 3rd floor where Bril was treated, suddenly his guts shrunk when he wanted to approach the room at the end there, the guard in front of Bril's room door looked very tight. Edrice was afraid that the guards would be stirred with emotion when she saw his face like those of the guards in Lord Sharga's residence.
“Do we delay visiting Miss Bril, Young Master?” ask Rezan who just came after his boss.
“I'm confused, why do I look like a coward?” edrice laughed at herself.
While they were still standing near the elevator, a man came out of the elevator with a flower bucket and some other items in the papaerbag. Edrice recognized the man and immediately called out to him.
“You're Bril's friend right?”
Willy who was unaware of the existence of Edrice immediately turned his head, a look of dislike immediately widened Willy on the man who called him.
“For what are you here Dear Mr Edrice?”
“Emm I want to see the state of Bril? How is he now?” Edrice is actually lazy to talk to strangers but for the sake of getting information about Bril's condition she has to put her ego aside.
“Didn't you feel good seeing Bril like this? Bril is better but it would be better if he does not see your face.” Willy answered and left Edrice.
“Wait, I haven't finished asking.” Said Edrice trying to stop Willy but just ignored it.
Inevitably Edrice obeyed Rezan's advice, this was not the best time to meet Bril and apologize to the bar-bar girl.
Rezan escorted Edrice back to the apartment after which she decided to return to her own home. Edrice felt her body uncomfortable deciding to cleanse itself. Walking towards the bathroom with shaky and uninspired steps, the man decided to soak. Almost 30 minutes in the bathroom, Edrice went out and headed for a walk in closet picking clothes.
A graduation photo album opened and featured a photo of Edrice with her college friends, including Bril. Bril was standing right next to Edrice, the girl smilingly displaying a row of her teeth.
“It turns out you're very pretty ya.” Guman Edrice smiled looking at Bril's face.
Edrice knew that Bril liked her, but because Ed didn't like the girl much behavior, Bril she refused for various reasons and it managed to make Bril retreat. Edrice did not know for 2 years that Bril still liked her and harbored her feelings closely. Graduation day arrived, Ed who had been known as a student from the lower class turned out to be the son of one of the donors on the campus.Identity was revealed and it made Bril again aggressively approached him.
It makes Edrice think Bril again likes him because he is a child from the upper class. And make Edrice ignore Bril. Unfortunately though always ignored, it does not make Bril give up just like that. Edrice, curious about Bril's family background that day, asks his men to find the information, information if Bril is the son of Mr. Sharga, one of the successful businessmen and a mobster is very surprised. Bril loves him not for his possessions, but Edrice refuses Bril. Somehow he felt bored every time he saw Bril's own arbitrary nature.
Until the second rejection occurred when Bril came suddenly to his office and claimed he was Bril's future husband. But again Bril did not give up at all and that made Edrice even more disliked Bril. Until at the dinner dinner, he just came to see Bril sitting talking to a man who looks very close. Edrice inwardly lent Bril a cheap girl.
That word was even spoken clearly when Miss Elfa asked Edrice about Bril. The family's inappropriate response made Miss Elfa growl to fall. Now a regret lay in his heart for being careless in speaking.
“Pardon my words that have hurt your heart a lot.” Edrice closed the photo album.