Hate to Get Married
First impressions are no fun!

Feeling exhausted from walking through the vast airport, Mitha finally sat languidly in one of the waiting chairs, while resentfully looking at a photo of Lucas and his phone with an unhappy look.

“Haihh!! haven't met yet to make a sprain, let alone meet. Hih, I want to squeeze his face!” Mitha grumbled alone while continuing to look at Lucas's photo with a look as if he wanted to kill.

Mitha again tried to contact Lucas, but the results remained the same, making him droop even more, as if losing almost all his energy.

“Yeah god, how is this?? What would I say to Ronald if I didn't meet his son?” Mitha complained that then began to lean her body onto the back of the chair.

Tiredness and anxiety blend into one unit, resulting in feelings of weakness and thirst. Incidentally, right in front of Mitha sitting, there are several booths that sell various types of food and drinks, both snacks and various drinks that are so many variations.

His two eyes unintentionally pointed towards one of the booths selling a wide variety of drinks.

“Huh, so hauss!” His shirt rubbed his throat.

“I think I should have a drink, for the sake of beating my brain again because of that man!!” Mitha got up from her seat and headed straight to the booth.

“Capuccino ice with caramelnya one.” Mitha said shortly after seeing the menu board displayed in front of the booth.

“Good brother, in wait ya.” Answer the seller.

A few minutes waiting, Mitha's order was ready, Mitha grabbed him with a warm smile.

“Thank you.” Her speech.

It seemed like he was already very thirsty, making it without wasting any more time directly sipping his drink.

“Uhh favorsaa.” He continued to sip his drink.

Feeling much better than before, Mitha finally continued her steps, she returned to the airport area while trying to contact Lucas for the umpteenth time.

“Haaaiiiss, what the hell is this guy, still not connected too??! Impossible until now he has not been on his phone???!” Mitha's grumbling growled.

So busy with his cellphone, making Mitha not aware of the situation in front of him, he accidentally hit a man, worse, the drink that had been in his hands since, was still in his hands, spilled right on the man's shirt, and even more unfortunate, the man happened to wear a white shirt, to make the color of the caramel capuccino that hit his shirt look so clear.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Said Mitha who became very panicked and excited.

“Damn it! what the fuck is this ha?!!” Ketus the man while violently opening the black glasses that previously covered his eyes.

The man has a tall and athletic body, his eyebrows are very thick, even have lentic eyelashes like eyelashes that are desired by women. Eyes are light brown, nose sharp, and skin that looks quite bright, increasingly add to the neatness of his appearance.

“Iya sorry, I really did accidentally.” Mitha said again which was very unpleasant.

But the young man still seemed to not accept, especially when he realized his clothes were wet and dirty due to the spillage of Mitha drink.

“You are blind huh?! Can't you see if there's a human this big in front of you??! And now, look at my T-Shirt, gross!!” Shake the man with a high voice.

Hearing that, making Mitha who was initially so sincere to apologize, was immediately made to be stirred by emotions. His eyes immediately sharpened and instantly darted his hands on his waist.

“Heh!! I told you I didn't intentionally! If I say accidentally it means accidentally!!” Ketus Mitha who also began to raise her voice.

Seeing Mitha's reaction which was even more fierce than him, suddenly made the man snort and chuckle as if unexpectedly with Mitha's attitude.

“Oh waw haha, good! It was clear you were the one who hit me, and now you're acting even fiercer than me. Great!” Ketus the man while continuing to shake his head.

“Whatever, keep what do you want ha?!”

“Oh waw hahaha are you crazy? Are you kiding me??! It's clearly wrong not to apologize, even pretentious to me!!"

“Ok fine, sorry!” Mitha said briefly as she began to fold both her hands on her chest.

“Keep you want me to apologize which is how ha?! Should I bow down and kiss your feet? That ha?!” Mitha glared back.

Increasingly unable to bear the attitude of Mitha who was no less arrogant, the man finally joined to paint his hands on his waist.

"Hoh, really looking for a storm apparently huh?!!"

“If you wish that crazy thing, then sorry-sorry yes, I will never do it. I'd better replace your little T-Shirt!!" Mitha smiled snidely and started to open her bag.

“Oh want to change?? Okay, good!"

“How much??” Asked Mitha who was so confident while taking out her wallet.

“100.” The man replied short.

“Oh gosh only 100 thousand.” Mitha also chuckled cynically while quickly spending 100 thousand money.

“Pounds!” Add the man again.

“Hah?!” Mitha fell silent with a frown.

“Yes, 100 pounds sterling!” Firmly the man again while smiling and sticking his hand out, as if asking Mitha to give money as much as 100 pounds or the equivalent of about 1,800,000

“What??!!” Mitha too was turned upside down.

“Why? Why shocked?? Never bought a shirt like this?” Asked the man as if he was mocking.

“Then it doesn't, bye!” Mitha changed her mind and put her wallet back in her bag.

“Ohhh, so don't want compensation??”

“No, crazy fuck!” Ketus Mitha who highlighted the man's face with an increasingly sharp gaze.

“Oh waww, do not want compensation, now you call me crazy?!!”

“Ya is obviously crazy! Only crazy people who want to buy clothes that are not this much at a price!”

“Hei excuse me!! you don't know expensive brands, do you?! This brand is very famous in the world!!"

“I don’t care. Bye!” Mitha just left the man.

“Woiii, your responsibility!!” Shouted the man again,

But it was not at all in the crush by Mitha, he just kept stepping away.

“Basic crazy chick!!” Ketus the man while sweeping a tissue on his white shirt that already looks very dirty.

The man looked extremely annoyed, but also had absolutely no intention to chase after Mitha just to hold her accountable. He dragged the suitcase back and continued his steps toward the waiting chair not far from where he was standing. And the man who had been arguing with Mitha since, was none other than Lucas Armando, the real person Mitha had been looking for.

Lucas sat in the chair with his endless feelings of regret from his dirty clothes,

“Hais, I've waited almost an hour here, where the hell is the person you promised me to pick me up?!” Lucas complained again while taking his phone out of his pants pocket.

“Oh ****!! I forgot to activate the domestic number.”

Lucas quickly activated his number that he could use domestically, so his internet network was automatically activated so that so many messages from green applications entered.

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