When Love Is Present

Chapter 52. Your accusation.

Laras and Roseli sat facing each other without letting go of each other's smiles.

Baras handed over the items that were brought.

"Good motif with finely painted details. Thanks for everything." Roseli stared at the handmade results in amazement.

"I should be thanking you, Mother. I hope you like it."

"very liked. I will send it to my friends abroad. Although not used but these fabrics can be a collection."

The middle-aged woman placed a paper bag containing her order.

"I can transfer the money to Nak Laras?"

"May Ma." Laras nodded quickly.

"All right."

Roseli pressed his cellphone keys, in an instant the amount of money he typed had moved to Hp Laras. One of the benefits of technology. No need to bring a lot of money for a transaction. Click.click and everything is in order.

"Have entered the notification ma'am. Thank you." Thank you." Barrel shut his phone back.

Kreeek.

The sound of pushed door leaves rang out behind the wall of the room. Not long before the figure of a man emerged from the door that connects the work room Roseli and the rest room where there is a single bed in it. Laras was flabbergasted but quickly mastered his surprise. He knows this guy.

"Hi see you again. Remember me?" Sapa Herdi friendly.

"Hi Herdi." And Laras did not dare to look long into Herdi's eyes. He just gave a smile and looked back at Roseli.

"Are you friends?"

"I bought Clara's gift at her aunt's shop." Clara was Herdi's nephew. Herdi stared without a blink. Admire the creature of God in front of him.

Laras felt faint with Herdi's gaze. Didn't know Herdi was married. Look at the rattan-shaped ring that is coiled around his ring finger. Then Baras raised both his hands in front of his chest. The fingers are interlocked. This is intentionally done.

Herdi looked at the golden ring that was coiling on the ring finger of Laras. Breathe deeply and then turn his gaze to HP. God fucking. She's not single, Inner Herdi. Who's the lucky guy.

Questions sprung up in Herdi's head.

"Six months later I will order in large quantities. We will be holding exhibitions abroad. Help me out, yeah Laras." Pinta Roses.

"Good ma'am. How much you need we're trying to make available."

"Ciiiip. Herdi still has something you want to say to auntie?"

"No more aunt."

"What are you waiting for? Is your job done?" Ask Roseli.

"Today there's not much work."

Roseli noticed her bangsaan named Herdi. The guts are unusual. Herdi's eyes could not be separated from staring at Laras. The barrel in also felt it.

"Mother because the business is done I'm sorry first."

"Don't rush the barrel. Sit here first."

"Sorry mom there's a job waiting in the store."

"alright. Don't regret coming here."

"No mother."

The trade was sold only Laras was happy. There was no way he would regret having entered Roseli's office. The barrel walked towards the door.

"Auntie I have to go now. There's a guest looking for me." Herdi grabbed the car keys and the posel from the table.

"OK to Herdi. Tell me if there's a problem."

"No Auntie."

Herdi out of the room. He saw Laras in front about to enter the elevator. Herdi held down the elevator door and immediately entered.

"It's nice to see you again. You're alone, aren't you?"

"I was alone."

"He's not afraid of you being run away?"

Laras began to lazily answer Herdi's questions.

"He who?"

"your husband. Who's your husband?"

"Is it important?"

"Who knows I know him."

Baras refused to answer. Herdi doesn't need to know. This man had not known him for long but was curious about Laras. Silent barrel.

"It's okay if you mind."

Laras thanked him for opening the elevator doors.

"Can I take Laras?"

"No thanks Herdi. I brought a motor."

"Oh okay. Be careful."

"Thank you."

A month passed since Laras met Herdi. His life is ordinary. Lecture, work, serve and take care of the needs of her husband all Laras live. The barrel does not realize there is a stop from its monthly cycle. It has been a month since that guest did not come. But Laras thought still within reasonable limits. It is possible that he is under stress resulting in irregular monthly cycles.

Today Baras came home early. He'll prepare dinner. Cooking Vim's favorite food and afterwards spoiled with the husband. Husband who is like a brother and a friend to Laras. That closeness lately is a little disturbed because of the busyness of each.

Not yet at five in the afternoon Vim drove the car to pick up Laras. He did not see the Barrel motor in the parking lot but decided to go down to enter the store. I haven't been able to get through the door someone called Vim.

"Good afternoon sir."

Vim. The courier had something in his hand.

"Good afternoon."

"We're dropping this off sir. Please accept."

Meanwhile Ririn accidentally sees Vim and the courier talking. He was very curious to know what exactly was going on.

"From who?" Vim's forehead wrinkled.

"This sir."

"Okay, thank you."

God fucking. Who he dares to send this flower to Baras.

Ririn noticed the change on Vim's face. He turned around before Vim saw him. Pretending to count things.

"Ririn! Do you know this name?! Herdi."

"Ti don't know sir."

"You lied!"

"Really Sir. Only that person ever shopped here."

"How many times?!" Vim's emotions overflowed.

It used to be a greeting board, now a bouquet of flowers. What else tomorrow? Who else is this?

"It's so new sir. He said he wanted another message."

"Huuuhh??"

Vim takes a picture of the flowers received from the courier then throws them into the trash. Once again take a picture of the flower. Vim takes the driver home.

At home at the door..

"Clearned!! The barrel!!"

Vim's voice echoed.Not Laras who appeared but Bi Am.

"Non Barrel in Den's room. Probably shower. I finished cooking with aunt."

Vim rushed into the room. Closing the room door and waiting for the barrel. Right said aunt, Laras is taking a bath.

The bathroom door is open.

"Mas is home? I'll get hot water ready."

"No need for Laras. Tell me who's Herdi!?"

Barrels choked. Vim's facial sharpness makes Laras' guts recede backwards.

"My friend's a mas."

"Friend or friend!!"

Gosh darn. Baras really felt his esophagus like it was tied up. Looks like Vim was going to make him die with his yelling and his accusation.

"My friend. More precise buyer."

"You kept Laras' secret. Tell me what's going on between you."

Laras almost cried hearing Vim's accusation. He's glued to the spot. The tears are ready to flow. His heart cried because it had no shelter from Vim's anger. Look at Vim's reddened face ignited in anger.

"See this. Look at the flowers that were sent for you. Red rose flower. You know what that means."

Vim shows the picture he took while in the store. Flowers from the courier. Laras couldn't believe staring at the photo. He nodded on the sofa. This flower made Vim so angry. The sender is a man. Vim feels rivalled.

"Mas Vim listen to me. I know him but I have absolutely no relationship with him other than friendship. Believe it."

"Can I believe it?"

"Mas has to believe in me. I didn't lie a bit."

Vim rubbed his face. Scum-headed. The wife's laras glimpsed people.

"Where's your ring?" Cold asked.

"It's still I'm wearing. I never let go of this ring."

"Let go if there's treason."

"Mas." Barrels can't stem his tears. Vim's accusation is painful.

"I never betrayed. I love you." Said Laras sobbing.

Silent. Only a barrage of stuffing could be heard in their room. Verily Vim regretted making Laras cry. Wanting himself to grab the shoulder of Laras but he had to solve this problem. His heart did not accept Laras being in contact with others especially men. Selfishness Vim. To him the barrel was just his.

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