LOVE IN THE VIRTUAL WORLD
GO WITH FRIENDS

" When he went out with his friends, Arin could not enjoy being with them at all. He was instead busy thinking about Brian who was currently in the hotel alone. Arin instead imagined what Brian was doing right now. Arin continued to be agitated, even he did not connect with what his friends were talking about. Arin takes out his phone and sends Brian a wa.

" Yank....you again why, me....??" Just wanting to type again, Yuda suddenly called. Arin immediately picked him up, and did not finish writing, because he knew Yuda was checking him and he would at least like it if Arin had long picked up his phone.

" Daddy?"

" Where are you?"

" Idihhh the question can't be a little? always just gas pol." Arin said in his heart.

" I'm with my friends again, they are!!" Arin then flips his camera using the rear camera, and shoots his friends.

Coincidentally Yuda had been introduced to Arin's friends, and had met them often, then Judah already believed that with them Arin would be safe.

" Where else?" Yuda continued his question. Arin then slightly moved away, as the voices of her friends made her unable to hear Yuda's voice.

" It's again at cafe X mas, at the mealtime."

" Where else is that?"

" Not know yet. Depends where they want to go."

" Tomorrow go with them again?"

" If they can, but if I'm busy maybe I'll just go around by myself."

" Oh yeah. Have you booked your ticket home?"

" I'm home on Sunday afternoon."

" What day is it?"

" Thursday we are."

" Oh yeah. Yes, that's it."

" Yes, yeah." Judah then closed his phone and remained with his habit without further ado or greeting. Arin then walked towards his friends again.

" Who is Rin?" Alma a close friend of his during college questioned him.

" My husband."

" Ohhh...still konsinten ga him?"

" What consistency?"

" Such a hahaha."

" Issshhhh fucking you." Alma already knows everything, because Arin often tells his sadness to his best friend. Before putting his phone in the bag, he opened the wa again, and it turns out that the wa he wrote was not finished, then Arin continued his writing and sent it to Brian.

" Where is he? or maybe just sleep?" Arin tried to guess what her lover was doing.

" Why Rin? how do you think you're confused?"

" Not Al, it's okay." Then Arin put the phone back in the bag.

" It could be dangerous if Alma knew I was here with Brian." Arin said in his heart.

" What's wrong? I've noticed you're so nervous, what's wrong? is there something you think?"

Alma knows the character of Arin, they have been friends for a long time. Though if you are gathering like this, Arin will usually be very enthusiastic but this time it looks different, even like not enjoying their togetherness.

" Truly Al, I'm not papa."

" Yes I don't want a story, only I still can't believe that you're okay." Said Alma again.

Arin just shut up. Arin could not hide the slightest secret to his best friend, whatever he always told me even though now they are not together anymore. But for this time, Arin is unlikely to recount his affair with Brian on Alma.

Meanwhile, Brian was busy walking alone along the shop not far from his hotel. Suddenly his eyes stopped on a statue inside a Muslim fashion store. Brian approached the statue, and observed a model of clothes attached to the statue.

" Hemmmmm. Arin must look pretty wearing that." All Brian has in mind right now is Arin, Arin and Arin. He doesn't even remember, maybe his wife deserves that shirt.

" Oh yes, my mom!"

" I see this one." He pointed to the statue next to him.

" Oh yes, what size is it?" Brian slightly remembered the size of the clothes that fit for Arin.

" Well, I don't know."

" Is he as big as me?"

" Tall again mbak, about 165 cm."

" What I have, sir, fear that the smaller kl will not fit the length, if the greatness can still be denigrated."

" Oh yes, ma'am."

" I'll get you a moment!"

" Yes, yeah."

Then the waiter left Brian, before long he had returned with the clothes that Brian had asked for.

" It's a mas, there are 3 colors. Please take a look."

Brian checked the shirt.

" This one is mbak."

Brian chose the color of the light brown shirt he first saw in the statue.

" Good mas." Then the cashier put the shirt in the bag.

" This is it, pay at the cashier!"

" Thank you mbak!"

" The same as me."

The type of men everywhere is almost the same, not too dizzy and too lazy in choosing clothes, unlike women who if you choose one dress can be hours in the store.

Brian exited the store while carrying the plastic that contained the clothes earlier. Though during the marriage with Mirna, never once did he go alone like this, and choose clothes for his wife. At most they went both ways, and Mirna only asked for her opinion.

" Hopefully Arin likes." Bathinnya in the heart.

" Yin....!!!" Suddenly the phone sounded. Looked at Mirna on the phone.

" Daddy?"

" Where else? how to kayak in the market?"

" Yes, emang. Eating again. My hotel is deket market."

" How's mas? the guy came?"

" hasn't. He said there's still business elsewhere." Brian reasoned.

" Huuuhhhh.basic!! Agree but not come by. He thinks he's paying for a cheap hotel??"

" That's just it. Yes, if he does not give me the project, it is not my fortune. We're just trying to."

" That's why I'm going with you."

" Tar come here sometime."

" Oh yeah, that's it." Then Mirna hung up her phone. Brian just took a deep breath. Mirna always could not disappear the habit of grumbling it.

Brian saw the clock on his phone, 11 o'clock more, but this session Mirna still looks not showered, and still exist with his greatness negligence. Though home affairs have been assisted by his domestic assistant, and he should be able to pay more attention to his appearance, at least combing hair and bathing. Not like when I called him. Brian just shook his head and continued towards the hotel.