
The atmosphere of the room seemed quiet, Haris had just changed clothes and started turning on her PC to play PUBG at Ardi and Jona's invitation, while Jasmin was preparing makeup equipment for her job tomorrow.
"Oh yes... Did you eat the fried rice?" haris.
Jasmin sniffed his shoulders. "Telat Ris.. I've eaten a happy meal from Nela."
"Oh.okay." Haris stared at his bandaged right arm, Haris immediately covered it with his shirt arm and relaxed.
Haris was of course disappointed that his fried rice did not attract Jasmin's attention at all. Yeah, wrong Haris... Jasmin definitely prefers bigmac over fried rice.
"Ris.I want to talk."
Haris turned his head, his PUBG is still loading.
"By the way...."
"... we are divorced."
Haris accidentally clicks mos with his fingers, To be surprised by Jasmin's sudden remark on the divorce they never discussed at all.
Haris immediately flipped the chair he was sitting on to face Jasmin who was sitting on the bed.
Jasmin looked down, restraining himself with her unbroken pill cry.
"Udah enough until here just we play. I'm sure, our mother will agree. Because Surya sama sak Airin already want to have children. and. we say the same as them if our marriage is just pretending... I'm sure they won't be angry. Isn't that right, Ris?"
Haris clenched both his fists, how could Jasmin talk about this so lightly without thinking about it carefully?
"Gue don't want to."
"Perfectly. You think again," said Haris trying to be indifferent.
Jasmin smiled wryly. “Gue already thought this mateng-mateng, Ris.. I just realized when chatting with Surya a month ago, my love for Surya was just a little girl's sister, the same brother I never had. I did not give up the same struggle, but I realized... we are evil if we force our own ego too much."
"Gue also always asked myself what is the purpose of my life until I have to marry my best friend gini continue."
Haris looked at Jasmin nano, his mind was so full of negativity now, even Haris was eager to slam an object so that Jasmin could stop talking just once, can Jasmin understand Haris at a time like this?
"Keep... You think, how do I feel about you, Min?"
"Kalo you love Surya as a sister to his brother. So, how do you feel about me?"
Jasmin could not answer, the girl bit her lower lip, her head was dizzy and Jasmin was very confused.
Haris smiled thinly forced. The PC he turned off again and faced Jasmin who was still silent.
"Friend?" ask Haris again to connect his first words.
Little laugh rather cynical Haris bestowed on Jasmin that night, making Jasmin even more cornered confused.
"Honestly, I'm ashamed to admit this. I like you, without our friendship status. I like you, Min."
Jasmin's narrow eyes opened wide as a single sentence of surprise came out of Haris' thin lips.
"When I first realized, it turns out, I've liked you since long ago, even before I knew Airin, I've liked you...."
"Maybe.you also do not know, how good I am when I have to choose our wedding ring.pretend not to care about your wishes... God has been giving answers for a long time, but the man in whose place is khilaf, I am late to realize this.“
"This wedding ceremony should not be my plan, if in the end, we are not destined to be together, just as I expected. sorry I am Min...."
BLAKK!
How shocked Haris was when Hani came and opened the door forcefully and violently.
PLACKS
Hani slaps Haris cheek as the woman arrives in the room. Jasmin who saw him was shocked to death. Jasmin's hand trembled as he saw Hani looking furious at Haris who was now trying to calm down in a precarious situation. However, in fact the tension was not successfully thawed even though Dimas tried to calm his wife.
"Brazed kid! Goddamn bum! How dare you make a show!"
"Mami..," whispered Jasmin softly, but Hani looked at Jasmin sharply, Hani had never been this much angry, but now the woman looked terrible with a flushed face and quivering lips.
"Sorry Auntie." said Haris, sitting in front of Hani who stood before him. As Haris apologizes, Hani appears to be preparing to slap Haris again.
"Han.. already Han..we are down..," asked Dimas calmly and gently.