Young Widow Romance
Going hostile?
Syedza, Moehe and Fram were both controlling their emotions, what Moehe had been looking for was now in front of her eyes, and what Syedza had been avoiding was in front of her eyes, it seems like fate really wants to reunite them after many years of separation.
"This world is not as big as Moringa leaves," inner Syedza.
"Destiny does grant us to meet again, but under different circumstances" Moehe said.
"Maybe this is called coincidence" Fram said.
This evening's event was closed with a dinner together, each invited guest had chosen his own seat, Seihan chose the front desk right corner so as not to be too crowded.
"We'll just have dinner together there," Seihan pointed at the table.
"It looks like we're just here, we don't want to interrupt the dinner between the two of you" Moehe said.
"Nothing bothers you, come on," Seihan asks Moehe and Fram again.
The four of them were already sitting at one table, Syedza was sitting next to Seihan, Fram was facing Seihan and Moehe right in the chair opposite Syedza, so that the gaze between them could not be avoided anymore.
"It seems that after this I have to give a lot of calculations to Seihan, he was outrageous, suddenly he can make my heart beat fast, but sometimes he can make my heart stop beating," Syedza said.
"Why?" tanya Seihan saw Syedza was agitated.
"I'm not comfortable here" whispered Syedza quietly in Seihan's ear.
"Fram, is my vision impaired? Why is Syedza's face in front of me right now? Tell me did you see the same face I saw?" moehe whispered in Fram's ear.
Not yet Fram answered they had been surprised by the voice of Seihan who suddenly interjected.
"Hey you! What are you whispering about? Are you two talking about me? Haaah?" said Seihan chuckling.
"No, Mr. Seihan, we are just praising Miss's beauty" Fram said.
"Yes! she is really beautiful, I am very lucky to have her," Seihan said praising Syedza.
"have? Am I his now? Ahhh.. This one man is often far-fetched, "Syedza's inner self is a little upset.
Hearing that, Moehe's heart felt like it was pierced by a sharp, sore thorn. For some reason now Moehe's feelings are more sensitive, after accepting the reality of the woman he had been looking for so far, now he finds with his own best friend.
"Oh yes, we have talked too much, until we forget that we have not had time to get acquainted, Miss! Introduce me Moehe," said Moehe extending her hand in front of Syedza.
Syedza was silent for a moment, without intending to return a helping hand from Moehe. Syedza glanced at Seihan as if to ask for help.
"It's okay, this Moehe is my best friend" Seihan said.
After a while Syedza anchored his hands with Moehe's hands, he had no choice, nor did he want Seihan to be suspicious of his movements looking wrong in front of Moehe.
"I'm Efril!" syedza said briefly.
"Efril?" Inner Fram and Moehe simultaneously.
"Oh so all this time he recognized himself as Efril? Seihan must not recognize him and his background, because at my wedding Seihan was continuing his studies abroad and I'm sure Seihan also never digs anyone personal, either, Seihan is not the kind of person who is so puffy, "inner Moehe.
Moehe and Syedza held hands long enough, they stared at each other with unpredictable expressions, so Fram took over to make things right.
"Oh yes, Seihan and I have been friends for a long time, sometimes colleagues and sometimes enemies as well, maybe in the future we will be more often hostile," moehe said interspersed with laughter that teased each other.
"Riot? What did Moehe's words mean? He wasn't kidding, what would happen after this? So many surprises for me today," inner Syedza resigned.
***
After meeting Syedza at the show, Moehe spent more time daydreaming. It was a pity when they met again in circumstances Moehe did not expect like this.
"What are we going to do in this city next, young master?" Fram asked Moehe.
"Oh, I don't know, but I want to linger in this city" Moehe said flatly.
"To be honest I also want to linger in this city young master, there are things to be done here," Fram said.
"Do you have any other plans?" Moehe asked Fram.
"Whatever happens, we should see Miss first before we get home from this town," Fram advised Moehe.
"Heemmm, it looks like I'm losing my mind right now, I can't think of anything, you design everything for me" Moehe said.
"You lose almost half your life now, young master, be excited, there will be tomorrow" Fram told Moehe.
"Heemm," Moehe cleared her throat not intending to reply to Fram's words.
"In the meantime, it seems like Miss lives in this apartment building as well, I just remembered something when we checked the CCTV footage, Mr. Seihan picked up the woman wearing the blue dress in this apartment, the dress was exactly like the one Miss wore that night, I guess my guess this time was right, Miss lives in this building too, young master," Fram explained seriously.
"That's what I pay you for, Fram, you have to be able to think like this, so I don't have my money in vain" Moehe said.
Fram only smiled when she heard Moehe's words just now.
"Hmm hmmm, young master! young master, it's only a matter of time that you're at your lowest point now, it looks like it's much deeper than when you parted with Miss 6 years ago" Fram recalled.
"But there was something strange to me, almost a month I lived in this building, I had never seen Syedza's face, I was still curious about the mysterious woman dressed," Moehe recalled.
"I've made sure she's not Miss, young master," Moehe argued.
"When the hat fell off a while ago, at first glance it was similar, from which my suspicions about the woman began" Moehe insisted.
"Is the makeup on her face the same as what Miss looked like back then?" fram asked for an excuse so that Moehe would not talk about the mysterious woman again.
"Very different!" Moehe.
"I've made sure the mysterious woman is not Miss, I've talked to her a lot" Fram said, still looking for an excuse.
"Oh Yes? Looks like something's covered up from this woman, of course you know why, right?" Moehe investigates Fram
The deg!
"What am I supposed to say?" inner Fram.
