
Chapter 28
The atmosphere of the night is so sad. In a special room of a restaurant that has been rented by a finely minced man looks romantic.
Two people were sitting together and facing each other enjoying dinner with a calm atmosphere. The man looked solemn eating his dinner, but the woman looked sad. His face was not cheerful like he was remembering an old memory that might perch in his heart.
"Hanum, why don't you eat your food. What is the bad menu prepared by the owner of this restaurant?" bram asked Hanum who had only been stirring his food since it was not tasteful.
Hanum smiled weakly and fed the food to his mouth. "It's very tasty" Hanum said convincingly.
"Do you still think about him?" terka Bram's. He must not have misjudged Hanum's thoughts. Since they have been friends for a long time, then know a little more about each other.
"Emm, not really." Hanum shook his head strongly, he made another reason not to think he still kept thinking about his past story.
"Hanum, we've known this for a long time. I can't lie to you with words. Because honesty is in the behavior that you show," said Bram.
The lentic-eyed woman only blinked her eyes at the words of Bram who seemed very precise piercing the recesses of her heart that was always trying hard and acted as if it had been separated from the name of massalu.
"I don't remember, I just happen to remember." Hanum tried to give.
"Hanum, open your heart to receive others. Open a new page with a new person so that the atmosphere can change. Don't miss you thinking about him," Bram pinta with a deep look.
Hanum's smile was on the man before him. He was indeed the most able to change the facial expression with various expressions to look strong.
"Say something, don't just smile at Hanum." Bram crooked his forehead because he was always silent.
Grimacing and wiping his forehead, Hanum finally made a sound.
"I'll try," Hanum said slowly. They continued their dinner which was almost finished.
"What queue, sembako?" seloroh Hanum chimed in the joke that Bram made.
With a small laugh they stepped out of the restaurant towards the parking area. Bram opened the door for Hanum so deftly that Hanum was about to reach for the door handle.
"Please princess," he said gently.
"Any damn thing, I can have my own Bram," Hanum murmured. The effect is like someone else dating.
"It's okay, I'm your assistant." Bram makes an alibi.
Hanum could only roll his eyes because he was lazy to hear those words. If outside of work they are close friends. Hanum did not consider it to be working between superiors and subordinates.
"Where are we after this?" ask Bram after they're on their way.
"Go home" Hanum replied briefly.
Bram immediately glanced at his watch which still showed at eight o'clock in the evening past ten minutes. Young people today just go home at twelve if they finish ngedate, cook they want to go home at eight this way. No exclamation dong.
"How about we go to the night market, which we passed?" bram.
The night market, a crowded place and a lot of various kinds of trading and games available there. Coincidentally, when they left, they passed the road and Bram took the initiative to take Hanum there.
"May as well" said Hanum. It had long been felt that he had not been to such a place of entertainment. Which he remembers when he used to go to that place while still sitting in the High School.
"Thank God, he wanted to be taken to that place" Bram said in his heart.
Before long they finally arrived at their destination. The atmosphere was so crowded that Bram had difficulty finding a parking space.