Annoying Ex-Boyfirend
Wedding Dress Exhibition

The new wedding dress exhibition is about to start in an hour, but the hall that became the venue for the event was filled with many people —both those who included invited guests and those who deliberately bought tickets which were dominated by couples who wanted to get married. Compared to the upside with the front that looks relaxed because it is only filled with people chatting, on the backstage the busyness looks very obvious. Twelve designers and their teams seemed to be ambitious in order to prepare their best offerings, including Zevanna.

The girl was assigned to decorate three models of her mother. Yes, Zevanna works alone. His mother really doesn't want to deal with Priscilla anymore, but Bobby is the exception. The man returns to show his nose as a hair stylist.

"Seriously, I brought the fan." Zevanna was breathing tired. His eyes interrupted looking for a portable fan because the air conditioner seemed to not function so hot weather today.

"Well, whereaa?" reply Bobby demanded, "Stella has been drained a lot. Careful her make-up faded."

"Don't that dong lo!" Zevanna. Not yet photographed for the portfolio, the yes time of the makeup is broken. On the other hand, it wears premium makeup products and equipment, so the chances of that are very small.

After minutes by minutes passed by annoyingly, the thing sought finally found. "Who's trying to put it here?" Zevanna was angry. The fan is inside the high-heeled shoe box that models wear. In fact, when he left he put it in a cardboard with mineral water.

"Grandmell!" suhut Bobby's.

"Monkey lo!" zevanna ketus. "Bang Indra isn't here yet?" He looked towards the door.

"At the most moment."

Only then did Nadira say that, the person being talked about actually showed up. Indra came with one of his colleagues who made Zevanna quite surprised.

"Mingkem, Ze," Bobby shrieked right in Zevanna's ear.

The woman opened her eyes. "Damn it!"

Bobby chuckles. "Abis face lo kayak mupeng. I have Marvel."

Ah, speaking of Marvel, Zevanna so remember not having time to open the phone since the work is done. He intended to contact his lover, but the person who had made him shocked first greeted.

"I never thought I'd see Jayden's ex here. How are you, Zevanna?" Thomas reached out with a friendly smile.

"Fine, thanks." Zevanna pulled the corner of her lips upwards forcefully.

"Not asked back, anyway?" Thomas pretended to scowl. "Even if you're not the same Jayden, we're going to keep them."

"Can't you talk to him? You're here to work, not to interview me," said Zevanna slowly, but with great emphasis.

"Yes, yeah, yeah." Thomas relented. "My wonder, you might like Jayden is still in love," he said, then approached Indra who just called him.

Zevanna gulped. While inside there, his heart immediately beat fast. Still love? Really so?

The photo shoot for Zevanna's portfolio is in order. Now, the models have also gathered because the event will start in fifteen minutes. Which means Zevanna's been relieved.

"So, I unplug it first, yes" said Zevanna as soon as Marvel sent a message if it had entered the venue.

"So what do you call me brother?" Bobby, the only one left in the room is grieving cynically.

Zevanna. "You must be polite the same way."

"Cockfighting! I'm like my grandparents."

Zevanna dyed in the crowd. And I don't know when will I meet if only—in the end—Marvel who approached him. The man deliberately bought two tickets so that Zevanna could sit next to him.

"I didn't expect this much to come" said Zevanna as soon as her butt landed on the chair.

Marvel gave a faint smile. "I brought a bouquet of flowers for your mom, but it's still in the car. Take it later, will you?"

"Yes, definitely."

Next, Marvel looked ahead, listening to the host who was thanking the presence of important guests in the show this time. Zevanna. The girl felt that something was different. Butwhat? Zevanna still has not found the answer.

Marvel was too focused on what was before his eyes. When the first dress parade took place, the man looked up and asked, "Which one is your mama?"

"Number three from behind."

Back Zevanna felt neglected. Marvel only looked at him if there was a need, otherwise the man continued to look towards the stage. Marvel also didn't hold his hand. Yeah, that! Zevanna knows. They had not made any physical contact since Marvel stood looming before him.

From the tone of Marvel's speech does sound ordinary. However, the difference in the attitude of the navy shirt man beside her could be clearly felt. Therefore, throughout the event, Zevanna continues to look at Marvel with a heart full of confusion.

The clapping seemed to force Zevanna to return to reality. In a hurry, the girl stood up and clapped like people. I don't think the show is over.

"Come, get some flowers in the car." Marvel bowed a little so that her boyfriend could hear her.

Zevanna just nodded. In fact, amid the insistence of good people who want to take photos and exit the venue, Marvel does not also hold it. Zevanna's eyes became teary.

"Sister, wait!" yelled the girl because she was left a few steps behind.

Turning his body around, a line of regret appeared on Marvel's face. "I'm sorry. I'm afraid your mama's been busy again to clean up everything. Fear of disturbing."

And, one scratch again slashed Zevanna's heart. He just realized since then Marvel did not call him dear or anything like that. Silently on the way to her lover's car, Zevanna rubbed her wet eyes.

Until they arrived at the parking lot, Marvel had no voice at all. In that case, what's the point of Zevanna coming along? The girl looked sadly at Marvel who had just picked up a large bouquet of roses in the backseat.

"Something wrong, right?" raucous said. Zevanna's hand restrained Marvel's arm, thwarting the steps of her lover who was about to return to the hall.

Turning around, Marvel looked silently at Zevanna's face. There were many things implied through the look of his eyes. It is very difficult for him to say with words.

"You're different, sister," said Zevanna, "were you really busy recently? Or are you avoiding me?"

Marvel's lips were still tightly clenched, but his one hand that didn't hold the bouquet of flowers quickly wiped out Zevanna's tears.

"I'm sorry. Sorry for hurting you. I shouldn't have called Jayden's name." Zevanna continued her words. Marvel's hand moved to touch his lips. "I've been wanting to say this for a long time, but you never get to meet."

"Kiss me." Marvel's soft caresses give it to the red lips of Zevanna's pomegranate. "Kiss me, Zevanna."

Waving her eyes, Zevanna did not want to waste any time. He immediately tiptoed and put both hands on Marvel's shoulders, then sipped his lover's lips in turn. The position of Marvel cars parked at the very end makes them not seen by others.

Marvel dropped the bouquet of roses in his hand just like that to be able to hug Zevanna's waist. While the hand that was playing the lips of the girl has switched the task of holding the nape. Removing the gap between them, Marvel carefully carried Zevanna's body leaning against the car door. "I love you, Zevanna" he said on the sidelines of their pagutan. After that, Marvel clicked his tongue and made him link up with Zevanna's.