It Turns out There's Love
87 - RESIST JEALOUSY

Tomorrow afternoon, 17:30.

Zafira the arrival of a distant guest. Cesilla. His cousin lives in Thailand. Son of Bram, papa Arga's biological brother.

Zafira, who had finished her bath, went straight to Cesillia in the living room. Seen on the table has been presented a glass of sweet drinks for the beautiful girl, who is none other than Senah who has prepared it.

"I'm sorry, I just got here today. Yesterday on your wedding day I was in Japan taking care of papa's business" said Cesillia kissing and hugging her cousin.

"Yes it's okay. I also know from the Bram," said Zafira understood.

Both of them sat back. Zafira's eyeballs observed the girl sitting in front of him.

"You're getting more beautiful now. Your skin is getting smoother and white. Hows it? Do you now have an escort candidate?" Zafira spoke from heart to heart with his brother.

"Hehe, hehe.., I haven't thought about it. I'm still busy working and finishing my S2. Men's business can still be thought of later,"

"Why haven't you thought about marriage? You are old enough to be married. After all you are beautiful, intelligent and insightful. There must be a lot of men interested in you" Zafira advised.

Zafira continued to look at her cousin closely. Cesillia is so beautiful. His face could be said to still bear some resemblance to her. It was just that Cesillia had hair as well as posture slightly shorter than her. Their age was not much different, only a difference of one month, older Cesillia.

"Yes, I'll think about this later. You just calm down. I must have gotten an escort candidate according to my criteria," Cesillia smiled casually.

"Keep, how long have you been in Jakarta? During your stay in Jakarta, you stayed at my mom's house, right?,"

"I was only one week in Jakarta and stayed at Aunt Laras' house. I'm just here to see you and congratulate you on your marriage. And also give this.., a small gift for your wedding," said Cesillia patted the flat, wide box that was on the table.

"What is this?," Zafira rubbed the box with her eyes sparkling with pleasure.

"It's nothing. Wall clocks for your rooms" explains Cesillia.

"Well, I'm sure this wall clock isn't a random clock. The price must be fantastic. Thank you for still taking the time to come here just to meet me and bring me this lavish gift. Though your schedule is very busy, of course, but you still have time to come here," said Zafira full of gratitude.

"No problem. I will rearrange my schedule after my return from Jakarta," Cesillia smiled.

"Oh yeah, I didn't see your husband. Is he not at home?" continued Cesillia, sipping a drink in a glass.

"My husband is taking a shower. We just got home from work. Soon he'll be down" Zafira told me.

"Oh so. Where are you honeymoon? It must be a pleasure to be a newlywed," Cesillia chuckled at teasing her cousin while putting the glass back into place.

"There is no honeymoon. We haven't done that yet because..," Zafira did not continue her remarks. She still refused to tell her cousin about the household matter.

"Because you don't love her? Right?," Cesillia answered appropriately while raising both eyebrows.

Zafira. Cesillia's words had made her dumbfounded.

"Who told you?" asked Zafira quickly. Waiting for Cesillia's answer with an impatient face.

"Papa told me. Papa told me everything that happened before your wedding. Tragically betrayed her own husband. But fortunately the rottenness of your ex-lover quickly wafted before the wedding took place. You did the right thing. If I was in your position, I would have done the same as you did. It is better to annul the marriage than to have to continue the marriage with a traitorous and unfaithful man. But I still didn't fully believe papa's story before hearing it from you. Is it true what Papa told you? What if you don't love your husband? And your marriage is a loveless marriage?" Cesillia asked seriously, trying to figure out the truth of the story.

"Yes right, I don't love my husband. He was my best friend from childhood and I consider him the same as Zafran. There was no love in my heart for him. I never thought it was my destiny to marry her. I loved my ex-boyfriend and dreamed of marrying him. But fate says otherwise, I just suddenly married my own best friend without love" Zafira told her story with Fariz, from start to get married.

Fariz who was behind the door overheard all the conversations of the two girls, becoming moody. His heart seemed to be slit knowing the revelation that Zafira had given to his friend. Fariz had no idea that Cesillia was Zafira's cousin because they had never met before.

"Did this ten days Zafira just pretend to be nice to me? Be nice to me just to fool me? Ahh it's impossible! Zafira is not like that. She's a good girl. Couldn't she have the heart to lie to me by pretending to be a good wife to me? It's possible that during these ten days he was learning to be a good wife to me and wanted to learn to love me?" inner Fariz began to doubt Zafira's feelings for him.

But Fariz quickly dismissed all doubts in his heart. He got rid of all his prejudices against Zafira. He slowly approached the two girls.

"Yes right. Zafira doesn't love me. She married me because she had to, because her boyfriend had already fucked another girl," Fariz's voice surprised the two girls. Moreover, Zafira, he had jumped when he saw Fariz had stood before them.

Both of Zafira's eyeballs widened, exuding shock. He became anxious to see Fariz's arrival. He was sure that Fariz would have heard all his talk with Cesillia. The girl felt anxious and did not stop praying in her heart. Hopefully Fariz does not misunderstand his confession that he just revealed to Cesillia. Actually he had not finished his words, that he already had a little taste for Fariz who had not been spoken to Cesillia because Fariz had been hunted to come.

"You're Zafira's friend? It was beautiful, "Fariz approached Zafira's guests as he reached out to Cesillia.

Zafira was aghast to find Fariz praising the other girl in front of him. The girl's eyes opened wide and then glanced sharply at Fariz but the husband was still standing looking at Cesillia with a feeling of admiration.

Cesillia stood up from sitting down.

"I'm Cesillia. You can call me, Cesil. I'm Zafira's cousin. Zafira's son, Bram," Cesillia explained and accepted Fariz's hand.

"God willing, are you Bram's son, Zafira's cousin? I just found out that Zafira has a cousin like this. Zafira never told me," Fariz held the pretty girl's hand for a long time while looking at her.

"Are you going to hold hands like that? It's a shame for you Fariz, like never seeing a pretty girl! Keep the attitude, you must appreciate your wife!," ketus Zafira was disturbed by the scenery in front of him.

Her ears became hot should Fariz hear her praising other girls even looking at her with a look of astonished eyes. Not only that, his heart also felt unwilling to see Fariz clasping the other girl's hand before his eyes.

"Haha, haha, right said Zafira. When we're married, we should respect each other" Cesillia laughed at Zafira's warning.

Fariz immediately let go of his hand. Cesillia sat back down, still with laughter on her lips watching Zafira's attitude. The girl knew that her cousin was jealous. Cesillia was also bearded while continuing to paint laughter, glancing at Zafira's white face turned red.

"Your name is so pretty. If you may know, do you already have a lover?," Fariz still stood up without intending to sit down.

Zafira's eyes were wide. She wondered, why did her husband become so aggressive like this? Does he like Cesillia? No. gabe. That can't happen. Until whenever he would not be willing to let Fariz go for another woman. What happened to Zafira? Had she really fallen in love with Fariz and didn't want the man touched by any girl.

Yeah, he didn't love Fariz. But now he did not want to see Fariz with another girl, let alone praise her.

"For the moment I don't have a boyfriend. Although to be honest, many have asked me to be a wife," Cesillia replied very honestly.

"What a coincidence. That means I still have a chance to be your close friend. But don't ever think that I'm a flirtatious man let alone a bad one. If you think like that, you are wrong. You know Cesil? Decades I was loyal to Zafira, from childhood I expected her to reciprocate my feelings. And you know what? Until we got married, she couldn't love me at all. So you already know the answer, if I approach a girl, not because I'm a bad guy, but because I want to make friends, who knows, my new friend could be my friend to complain," Fariz said, keeping his eyes focused on Cesillia's face.

"Huh? Swerve? What does Fariz mean? So he will now replace my position with Cesil? She didn't want to tell me any more and complain to me?," various questions raging in Zafira's head made her inflamed.

He stared intently at Fariz but unfortunately the man did not look at him at all. His view was not separated from Cesillia. His hands clenched together. His heart grew riled up, enduring the chest-stifling jealousy.

Cesillia glanced back at Zafira. He wanted to observe his cousin's reaction. The girl came back bearded. Appropriately. Zafira was holding back feelings of jealousy. His sharp gaze and reddened face, could be directly interpreted by Cesillia, if her cousin was angry. She was angry that she was jealous of her husband praising and looking at another girl. Cesillia shook her head while smiling at Zafira's attitude like that. It's very funny to him.

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