Trap Girl

Wedding Invitations

"If you don't want to go out, I'll get out of this room." Arkha Sarcas.

Arkha stepped out of his room before hearing Shanaz's reply. He did not want to be stuck with that woman anymore. Before he could reach the door handle, Shanaz's voice shouted at him. So Arkha stopped his steps, then turned his body towards Shanaz who was now looking at him full of regret.

"I'm just here to deliver our wedding invitations, Kha." Shanaz said with regret.

"You just calm down. I'll make sure to come on your happy day. The day you always dreamed of a grand wedding. I hope Stevhano doesn't let you down." Arkha is trying hard. He should move on from this woman immediately.

"I'm sorry, Kha," Shanaz's face displayed regret for Arkha.

"It's all happened, and we're not really friends." Reply Arkha in a flat tone. A tone he never voiced when he was with Shanaz, but it was.

Shanaz blinked his eyes many times. He still could not believe Arkha's rapidly changing demeanor. Even more the cold attitude that he had never seen, was now shown by Arkha.

"Take care of yourself and your gibberish that's fine." Arkha said, then his hand opened the door and left Shanaz alone in his room.

Arkha's chest was so tight, when he saw the tears flowing from the eyes of the woman who had been filling his days. But the sense of tightness was changed with pain, when remembering the betrayal committed by Shanaz.

Not wanting to drag on with his past, Arkha decided to immediately leave for Ken-Ken Restaurant, where his subordinates had been waiting for him since.

Thirty minutes it took Arkha to get to Ken-Ken's restaurant. Arkha got out of his car, then stepped into the restaurant.

As she was about to arrive at the door of the restaurant, Arkha's eyes caught someone she knew very well. Suddenly his moood changed. Even a silly idea flashed through his brain. Inexplicably, meeting with a greenish-eyed woman who until now has not managed to know her name, makes Arkha has its own entertainment. Therefore, before approaching the woman, Arkha rolled up his shirt arm to the lower limit of the elbow. Unbutton his shirt two upper, then scramble a little of his hair neatly arranged.

Now, Arkha's appearance was really like a rogue. Very much in line with the nickname that the woman gave him. Once it felt appropriate, Arkha began to move his legs back to the woman who was cleaning the table used by customers.

"I told you, if we're going to see each other again, miss," said Arkha, pulling up a chair to sit on.

The woman who was busy cleaning the table, was shocked when she saw someone who suddenly sat in a place that she was cleaning. His body reflexed backwards and almost toppled backwards, if only the man did not pull his arm until he fell and fell into the man's arms.

"Did you miss my embrace so much, Miss?" Arkha asked with a wicked smile.

Kanaya raised her face, looking at the man who was wrapping his hands around her waist. Their gazes met each other, a moment of silence struck them. Arkha delved into the greenish netra, which radiated shade, as well as serenity within him.

The two were still silent, enjoying the shock and calmness simultaneously, until there was a voice capable of resuscitating them.