Hello Arvin!

Hello Arvin!
Yours


Nara prepares the food and items she will bring to an impromptu picnic, which of course is initiated by Arvin's strange idea. But Nara likes it. Things about that man are always unexpected.


Though a few hours ago his heart was very heavy when listening to his decision to leave the company and kiss him with Keysa. But now Nara is smiling herself making a fruit sandwich, imagining a picnic in the spacious garden in the afternoon while looking at the scenery and people passing by, as he has seen on social media lately.


Arvin is very good at making his feelings change and not careless. Nara has admitted it for a long time. Maybe that's one of the reasons I fell in love with Arvin. Is correct. Falling in love with Arvin is like discovering a new world that is eccentric and different from his habits.


The little concerns, the little chatter, the unexpected dates and everything in the man is very new to Nara. Not perah he met other men he knew, as well as his ex-girls.


Nara put the wicker basket on the dining table. Fill it with drinking water, bottled juice, some fruit sandwiches, meat sandwiches, and snacks. He also did not forget to bring a plaid yellow-white cloth base.


Food preparation has been done. Nara started to get busy choosing a dress that was suitable for her picnic this afternoon. She dropped the choice on a sky blue baby doll dress that was very sweet. He kept it to wear later when he was leaving.


Nara sees a digital clock on the nightstand that shows at 13:30, but Arvin hasn't even gone home yet. He said he would come home at lunch. Maybe he got stuck because he met Keysa. Nara immediately frowned, looking for her cell phone that she placed carelessly in the room to contact Arvin.


When he opened the phone, hundreds of chats emerged from his group of office friends. He sat down and read them one by one. Everyone was asking about Arvin and Keysa's relationship and news of his scandal going on the air. Until finally his thumb stopped on the photo that so hated. Photo Arvin and Keysa kissing.


Nara knew about it earlier than Arvin. But when he saw it firsthand how the two people linked to each other's lips, his feelings churned back. It's getting hotter and jealous. Suddenly Nara was sad. It shouldn't be like this. He knew why he was still sick when he saw it.


“Nara! I was buying flowers for a kayak decoration in insta—” said Arvin then stopped when he saw Nara sitting on the side of the bed crying. “Why you?” Confused further.


Arvin sat next to Nara, then looked at the phone held by his wife. It turned out that Nara was crying over the photo that Rivanno shared. Arvin snatches the phone from Nara's hands. He observed for a moment the group chat that sent the photo, Nara's former co-worker who had run him down in the toilet. Why is Nara still in contact with them? Soon he pressed the button to exit the group chat is not clear and delete the photos that have been downloaded.


“Why yes, even though I already know from you but still I hurt when I see it?” Nara said between her cries.


Arvin gently pushed Nara's body until her back and head fell on the mattress. Then she brought her face closer, giving a kiss on Nara's lips suddenly. Make her crying stop for a moment. Arvin grabs her softly, playing between her tongues. Until he finally stopped for a moment. Looking into Nara's eyes.


“I'll love you a lot. Don't mind what you saw.” Arvin.


He then linked their lips back, played them, and gave Nara a feeling that made her feel comfortable instantly. The perfume of Arvin's body instantly burst out to give him tranquility.


“Kiss I have you. I belong to you.” Brisking Arvin between his kisses.


He did it again, and again, and again. As if I never did it once. Until his breath both hunted and his mind ran erratically. Nara involuntarily grabbed the sheets because Arvin's hands began to crack mischievously on his body. If left unchecked, they will end up doing other activities besides this.


“Arvin stop!” Nara said after pushing Arvin's body away. “We want a picnic later in the afternoon, right?” Continued reminded.


Arvin nodded, “Then you don't cry anymore and thought about the photo.” Reminded.


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Someone approached and sat down in front of him. Keysa looked at the man without taste. Turning his gaze towards the empty stage without the usual band players enlivening it.


“Udah malem, do not drink continuously. You have to go home.” Said Eka looking at the girl in front of him who looked unfocused. “Lo must be like this because of Arvin, right?” Further.


Hearing Arvin's name being mentioned, Keysa then looked at Eka.


“Why ya Ka, she can spare it the same me? Why did he leave me to that girl? Just because she's pregnant with her son, Arvin can be that sweet as her? Do I have to conceive her child first, Ka?” Racau Keys.


Eka exhales, “Key, sorry yes I have to say this is in the end the same lo. As a guy, I never felt that Arvin was the same lo. He might have feelings. But that's not sure it's love. Maybe, sympathy time yes. Poor doang.”


Keysa looked at Eka with an annoyed look. Not accepting his words.


“Gini. Lo from the past always came the same Arvin selling a sad story lo, the inability to do something, the weakness lo and lo you like also know, Arvin is good temen. although the talk sometimes can not be filtered, but he is a total sweetheart who will sympathize with anyone, not lo doang. But you consider it love. And the most you don't realize is he never chased you, Key.”


Eka plays empty glasses in front of her. Put it up in line. The sound of jazz music plays slowly in the background.


“He never once went ahead to express his feelings the same lo, right? If you weren't like him, he wouldn't have said anything. Just like all his ex who often you take the storm. He just accepts everything that comes. Without really thinking he really likes or does not like that person. Then it was done so, and all the girls thought it was love from Arvin. Though not.”


“That's why he accepts all the feelings of people including me? He should refuse if he doesn't want to. Let me or other girls do not expect and consider her attention is really love.”


“Ya.. that's stupid Arvin anyway. He’s so thirsty of love. He always wanted to feel loved because he came from a broken family. He needs to be validated. I don't like that part of Arvin either. He is a terrible lover.”


“But why does Arvin even like the girl? Though he has nothing special at all.”


Eka chuckles, “Maybe because the girl caught her attention. The girl he chose to do so dragged him into the company, the girl who was judes and fierce like Bu Lena, and the girl who looked a little like her real mother. A rare combination that makes Arvin immediately give more attention to his existence. Maybe that's the kind of girl Arvin wants. My theory is that.”


“Continue the most important thing. He didn't catch up with Arvin. It's weird, but guys like challenges. More fun chasing. Feel excited if you have to conquer the type of girl he really is. You don't know how often Arvin talked about the girl since the first time they met even until they married? Then this is the first time he’s falling for someone. You won't get to that level, Key. Hence stop. You tortured yourself you chased Arvin. The love that you think Arvin loves is only in the shadow of you doang. You love the idea of him.”


Keysa. He understood what Eka was saying. All this time he understood that. But his feelings for Arvin are so great that he denies and keeps trying to pursue the love of a man who has been far away from him. All of this was the hope of his mother.


“Keysa, some say the girl will be happier if you meet a guy whose love is bigger than her. Not otherwise. Lo will feel enough. No need to validate and beg for feelings anymore. Move on's. Lo treasured and pantes loved equally men who treat lo well.”


Among her cries, Keysa settled the words spoken in her heart. Arvin's treatment yesterday and all the rejection during this time was a sign, Keysa should have stopped. He deserves to find someone who loves him without begging again.