Buried Love's
The Part 22
Arsen pushed the door of the VIP room at a nightclub in Amsterdam. Inside there were three men who this afternoon he terrorized one by one to gather, forcibly, must be willing, and without giving a detailed explanation.
Arsen was seen releasing two buttons of the top shirt. His face was so flat and mixed there was an irritated aura emanating.
“Bellinda fucking.” Just arrived, Arsen had already cursed his ex-wife while sitting down to join the others.
The widower immediately snatched the sloki who did not belong to anyone. Sipping the alcoholic liquid until the toilet.
“New coming, instantly grumpy. What problem are you really having?” tanya Madhiaz was accompanied by a head bob. The closer to the end of the age of three heads, the only friend who is still alone is more often irritating and annoying.
“Bellinda do not want to be invited to cooperate,” annoyed Arsen. Grab the bottle and pour the drink into the sloki again.
“Casual ... relax .. tell me first calmly.” Pierre patted his best friend's shoulder.
Arsen let out a rough breath. “Colvert does not want to acknowledge and call me Daddy, it is another man who got the nickname.” He clenched his hands because he was too angry about yesterday's incident at Bellinda's apartment.
“Kor, his name also just got to know you. You're the strange one, just appeared already demanding recognition,” said Eduardo.
“Then, why do you blame Bellinda?” ask Madhiaz.
“She didn't want me to take a show to love each other in front of Colvert. That kid hates me because I don't love his mommy.” Putting the sloki roughly onto the table, Arsen again let out a long sigh.
Eduardo, Pierre, and Madhiaz looked at each other. They seem to have the same thoughts.
“His style was invited to the show, surely in the heart did want to love each other,” taunted Pierre. The man giggled. His friend until this moment still did not want to show his true feelings. His name has been friendly for a long time, so know which ones really like but prestige, and really hate.
Arsen thumped his lips, brushed off Pierre's hand on his shoulder. “Where is love on my own hand. Like no other woman alone,” her elbow.
“Isn't that so? Indeed no other woman can steal your attention.” Madhiaz immediately responded with a raised left eyebrow.
“Who said?” Arsen pointed out that the allegations are not true.
“Then, why do you desperately want to get your son's confession?” Eduardo is speaking.
“Salah if a Daddy wants it?” Arsen answered cynically.
“Lantas, why have you been divorced for six years, but you're not looking for a woman or a wife anymore? Now it's just looking for the hard way by wanting your son's confession with Bellinda, whom the boy won't even call you Daddy.” Madhiaz's question was so compelling, right on target aimed at the widower.
“I'm lazy to deal with women,” replied Arsen. Plan invites friends to gather to eliminate upset. It turns out that until there it is actually getting fried out.
“Oh .. lazy.” It was certain that the voices of the three men were mocking.
“Hm, nothing interesting in the slightest.” Arsen made it clear.
“Oh .. so.” Nodding to Eduardo, Pierre, and Madhiaz.
“Alright friends, already understand, right, the reason Arsen continues to be a widower until now?” Pierre's voice was shrill, shrill in the ear.
“Ya .. of course.”
“Because the only one who can disturb the mind of an Arsen is Bellinda.”
“Eat the ex-wife.” Pierre shouted in Arsen's ear because it was the closest.
“I don't intend to take him back, understand that!” stir Arsen while rubbing the ringing ears.
“Yes, yes, yes. Just keep denying it. Continue that arrogance to Bellinda. Trust me, there will be no way for you to go back to him if you raise your prestige and ego.” Madhiaz stand. “Already, I want to go home, exhausted to advise this stupid widower.”
Eduardo wants to go home too. “If this is how you take the attention of children and ex-wives, there they become more distant.”
So did Pierre. “So, it's up to you to do what. Free also we tell until foaming, if in the end not heard and do.”
The three men patted Arsen's shoulders together. “Learn to love and take the heart of his mommy first, then his son you will get.” The feet stepped towards the door.
“I don't have any feelings for Bellinda. There is no term taking its own mark in the dictionary of my life,” cried Arsen. He refused to lick his own spit.
“Iya .. we don't trust.”