Love Choices Mas Duda
Fail

"Open the door!!"

"Please!!"

How hard his hand banged on the door even his finger was flushed trying his hardest so that the person outside could hear his voice from inside, shouting as loud as possible his foot kicked the door leaf many times.

As Allen went in looking for him inside, he hid behind a glass wall, the little boy did not have time to see him. But the security guard is an adult and working here, it should be easy to find him. But it's like something's awkward, he's purposely locked from the outside. Tiffany is frustrated at losing her cell phone signal not being able to contact anyone to get her out of here. One thing he could understand from this situation, there was someone who intended to hinder his plan so as not to participate in the current consversipers but did not know who it was.

Inside, all the journalists who were willing to sit quietly with their work tools began to cover the clarification that Gharda would deliver, whispering waiting for the presence of Tiffaby who was too late did not appear.

Gharda sat restlessly beside her mama, calling Tiffany her number inactively trying to call several times was just as non-existent.

"You see for yourself, Tiffany's number is off. We made an appointment for today but he's not present either."

"I don't know where. Tiffany's been very busy lately with a lot of work, somewhere she doesn't attend, I don't know her schedule."

"As long as Jelita was sick she never visited, the reason was always this busy."

"We last met on Jelita's birthday."

"My son was sick at the time, he was busy, which is what made our communication not smooth. There is no time to think about love when a child is sick. We never had a word break up!"

"About our relationship, it is our business, not for public consumption. Switch to the next question."

Silent reporters are actually not satisfied with the answers they get, can only be silent do not dare to ask for force because this is a Gharda not just anyone.

Rivzal took over the microphone opening the second session question, about the relationship with Afrinda.

"Afrinda is my son's teacher at school."

"Me and Afrinda are not in a special relationship like the news says, but we are helping each other to Jelita's recovery right now."

"Afrinda was a good teacher and lovingly matched with Jelita, able to understand the character of the students including my own child. I think it's natural that if I look close to Afrinda, I can learn a lot about understanding Jelita from her."

Gharda's expression was flat when explaining answering questions from reporters, it was hard to guess whether it was just a cliche reason or indeed the real answer. None of the answers that confirmed the relationship between the three of them, it was increasingly made curious.

The time of one hour of rolling was not satisfactory, the studio room lights were extinguished a sign that it was over. Journalists go home with results that have no definitive answer, what titles will they write.

Gharda loosened her tie taking a deep breath, her face already paled even more from the exhaustion of energy and thought.

"You better go home and sleep, rest in your room is not bad either. Don't force work, Ghar." Rivzal came to speak as a friend.

"Jelly and Allen went for a walk with Mom today" he reported.

"My work is still a lot," refused Gharda firmly.

Unable to let go, Gharda must return home soon. Rivzal scares Gharda later can be sick if you are tired, if you are sick you will not be able to do activities as usual.

In the end Gharda wanted to go home too, before kissing Jelita's forehead saying goodbye first.

Smiling happily, Madam Syeni and Rivzal exchanged joy.

While Tiffany was still locked up, nearly an hour and a half of sleep had her leaning against the door.

An OB came to clean the bathroom with a simple bullshit door making both of them equally surprised, unwilling to argue long Tiffany gawked out slamming a mop stick.

Everything is done, the reporters have gone home, Gharda is not feeling well to go home. What did Gharda say? Ahkk!! All of them failed, even though he had studied acting for his screenplay.

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