Erstwhiles
8. Meeting an Ex

The marriage of the eldest son of the Ardhana family became a hot topic throughout the city. All TV stations, magazines, mass media are competing to provide exclusive impressions of the momentum of the heir to one of the largest companies in Southeast Asia. Completely peel the story of the romance of the heir to the throne with an ordinary girl of his choice like the story of Cinderella.

There was no reason for Acha not to attend this wedding. The fact that this is her first ex's marriage isn't one thing that bothers Acha. But more to the possibility of meeting again with the former two here. His most beautiful ex-girlfriend. Which he could never forget until this moment. Fariz.

Tita, the bride, is Fariz's little friend. Of course the man will come to congratulate his friend. And the chances of them meeting in this hall room is ninety-nine to nine percent. Raise with very high probability.

Wrapped in John Galliano's Dreamy Gown, Acha stepped alone into the hall door. He had left with Aldrich and his wife, but had somehow mingled where the two married couples were. While his father and mother arrived late and were chatting with the host of the party owner. Acha tried as much as possible not to attract attention. Even so, the natural beauty she possessed was difficult to keep people from stealing glances. Be she just stayed in the corner with a glass of chateau that she upright repeatedly.

"Acha? Is that you? Oh my God" Rachel, one of her friends at the High School, walked over. In her cradle, a one-and-a-half-year-old boy was busy mamayinkan ribbon in her mother's dress.

"Rachel?" Acha was no less enthusiastic about hugging the woman. This is the fifth time he has crossed paths with a schoolmate. "This is your son?" ask her as soon as their cuddle event is over.

The woman nodded. "That's really funny. Whose name?" Acha played on the little baby's puffed cheeks.

"Reihan, aunt" his mother replied. "Who are you with?" a question he really didn't want to answer. Just look, almost all the guests who come bring their own trunks, while Acha? Ah, don't be clarified anymore.

"Oh, that's my husband, for a second yeah" Rachel said goodbye to her husband.

Acha's gaze froze when she met the netra of a man who a while ago was chatting with Rachel's husband. A young man in a navy blue shirt from Exclusive. Her hair was straightened to the back. With a hard jaw and a sweet smile that is still the same. Fariz, the man stood exactly two meters in front of him, holding a beautiful model who often showed off expensive works made by professional designers.

Even more surprising, when Acha captured the same pair of gold rings. One on Fariz's finger and the other on the girl's possessive grip on her ex-lover. Turns out the rumor was true, Faris was engaged.

No. gabe. This is not how it works. How could Acha have gotten along with her most beautiful ex if she was still alone while the man had been with the others? Wouldn't he look terrible.

When the contents of his head raged, suddenly his wrist was pulled by a man.

Acha turned her head, finding a familiar face that reopened the old memories that had been buried.

"Carel?" Acha frowned both of his eyebrows in disbelief.