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Approach early
The sky was blue and the sun had not sunk when I decided to step out of the ballroom. My tears still slipped as the car drove slowly.
Suddenly the car atmosphere was quiet. There was only sobs. Without chat. Without the usual sound of music. Also without the sound of the usually chatty Aqilla. They were silent, as if letting me finish sobbing.
“What am I evil?” I said open my mouth and hand wiped the clear circles.
The little-nosed man turned his head towards me who was sitting in the backseat. The narrow-eyed girl had already hugged me and I saw her eyes glazed over as my gaze turned. It was as if he felt the pain I was experiencing.
“You are very good, the woman is evil,” Og Aqilla.
“But she's my sister,” my sobs and crying in her arms. Arul patted me gently on the shoulder.
The mood was silent again. Only my sobs sounded which they did not stop. My eyes were puffy and I started to get tired of crying. The weather outside is still hot. The car is still solid and all is not out of my sight through the windshield.
Delon's car stopped in front of the gate of Aqilla's house. The girl reluctantly came out and looked at me heavily.
“Liv,” call it.
“I'm fine, you rest,” I said but the girl immediately hugged me tightly and sobbed.
“Do not be sad yes, if there is anything contact me,” he said before exiting.
“Nitip Olivia,” said Arul who turned to the tiny nosed man.
“Definitely,” said.
Arul got out because his car he put in Aqilla's house.
“Be careful,” Aqilla wave before Delon road car.
His car got further and further away from Aqilla's house and broke through the streets. I was more silent, no interest in pleasantries or anything like that. Delon glanced at me through the rearview mirror while Daffan occasionally turned his head towards me.
“I'm going to the room,” I said after passing through the gates of the Delon house. I stepped in before they answered.
The little-nosed man and his brother-in-law didn't come after me. They seem to understand the situation. Let me calm down.
The sound of heels echoed as I walked towards the room. I immediately fell face down on the edge of the bed after replacing the dress with a cute black bear t-shirt. Still can't believe that today is coming. Isn't this my wish? I want them together. I am willing to take off the cheeked man for my beautiful sister. But I didn't think it would hurt this much.
Dozens of old tissues were thrown away. I grimaced when I came to my senses and picked it up and threw it in the trash. I ignored the knocked door. Surely the little-nosed guy and his brother-in-law are worried.
I intend to open the door after hearing a slow knock. Fearful the little-nosed man is still ahead.
The curly-haired maid smiled kindly as the door opened and in her hand was a tray carrying rice and side dishes. I realized I was crying for too long until the sky was dark.
“Miss I'm dropping off dinner for miss,” he said softly.
“Please,” I said let the waiter bring food inside.
The curly haired girl came out after putting my dinner on the table. My eyes glanced at her delicious menu but my taste was bad. I don't even want to touch it yet.
The window closed and I opened it. True the sky outside was dark, pitch-black clouds without moonlight. Tonight not even a single star appeared. They seemed to support my dark mood. Did they laugh at me who was stupid crying over the newlyweds.
My feet walked to the balcony to greet the cold night air on my skin. I remember, the dimpled man loved to sit on the balcony before dropping me off. It is also a hobby to enjoy a cup of espresso at night, the man likes a thick and bitter textured coffee with white foam on it. I remember how he asked me to talk about the future. He always involved me in his dreams.
Even the night wind seemed to laugh at my stupidity. I promise only today to shed tears for a lying man like him. Tomorrow I'll forget, let's just say he's not the man I've ever known. Let's just say he's my brother's husband I don't know. Well, so much better.
The weather tonight is quite cold, lucky not to rain so I can linger standing on the balcony enjoying every exposure of the wind that touches the surface of my face. I feel much better, much calmer than I was this afternoon.
My eyes turned when I heard the door being knocked back. Who are these nights? What waiter? Yeah, I forgot the food wasn't touched.
“Delon,” I said when I saw the thick-browed figure standing. He was wearing a white t-shirt attached to his athletic body.
“Why?” my many.
“By entering,”
I shut up for a moment and nodded. The thick-browed man went inside and found food untouched.
“You didn't eat?” he said and immediately told the waiter to come in.
“Iya sir,” says thick mustachioed man.
“Who brings food to the lady, why not make sure that the lady eats? Is he tired of working,” his tirade.
“Have it been, it's not their fault because I don't taste,” I said.
Delon sighed heavily and stared intently at the waiter, “Replace with new food,”
A few minutes the waiter came to bring him a new meal. He came out after the thick-browed man moved his chin towards the door.
“Eat,” refer Delon.
“I'm not hungry,”
“Do you want me to fire the waiter?” said firmly. I forgot that his words were not persuasion but commandment.
“Alright,” I said before the man approached.
This time I want to see an eye doctor, maybe my eyes are starting to have problems. Delon was blowing hot soup and was about to feed it into my mouth. I couldn't resist it and suddenly felt comfortable.
“Eat a lot, your body is small do you want to get thinner,”
“Iya,” I answered flat and still enjoy the food that goes into the mouth.
My eyes watched him. The usually cold figure was actually warm, I had expected it from the start. Thick-browed men look handsome with hard jaws and thin lips. Every curve of his face was almost perfect.
“Why bengong,”
“You're so good,” I said.
The man links his two thick eyebrows, “Don't overdo it, I just don't want you to be sick and troublesome,”
Instantly I scowled. When did he not upset me? I erratied the sentence he was good.
“Sleep, it's night,” he said after I spent the meal on the plate. Somehow it tastes better than Delon's hand. Rarely would he feed me.
“Not yet sleepy,” I said.
“Impress sleep, you are tired and cry a lot,” she said before calling the waiter to bring my former meal to the kitchen.
At first glance he glanced at the dozens of tissue marks that were lying below. I grimaced because I had not been able to pick it all up. The man just shook his head and called the sweet black maid to tidy up.
“Delon,” call me before he steps out.
“Why?” the twenty-six-year-old man looked over.
