Loved Brondong
Fabians

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Afternoon in Jakarta. Hilman just got home from work. When opening the door of the house that is not so big, he was greeted by two women who were sitting swinging their legs on the sofa while playing their cellphones. Astrid suddenly called out to Hilman and shook her head feeling astonished.

“Mas, when do you want to work as a delivery driver at Yasmin company? Udah know the salary is not how even continue,” grumbled Astrid who is not willing if Hilman works as a driver.

Astrid wants Hilman's position as early as in Yasmin's company with a large salary, considering that she also relies heavily on her only brother.

Hilman only glanced lazily and did not respond to Astrid's remarks. The woman then continued her words which managed to provoke Hilman's anger.

“Mas Hilman! If you work as a driver, how will I get to the salon, how will I be able to shop? Though I've missed some brand of the latest output bag, embarrassed Mas if go the same old bags.”

“Astrid, can be silent!” hilman. He stopped his steps that were about to step into his room.

Since Hilman divorced Yasmin, her life has not been what it used to be. Usually he spends tens of millions of dollars every month just to meet the needs of his mother and sister. However, it now looks alarming when he has to use his savings for daily living expenses.

“If you continue like this, I will throw you into the sea, Astrid! If you want instant riches, why not just look for om-om for you to date, all if you need to be a savings.” Hilman who felt furious immediately let out a slightly harsh word towards his sister.

“But, Mas. Our lives will continue if you only ...”

“Astrid, already!” Yati yelled at her daughter to tell her to stop talking.

“Hilman, Mama wants to ask. Sit here!” yati orders while patting the sofa next to her. Hilman also said.

“Do you really want to refer to Yasmin? Mama is very supportive if it has been your decision, yes ... considering our lives are getting harder since you divorced Yasmin.” Yati looked up to the awang-awang, lamenting the plight of her deprived family.

Though in hindsight, they are not people who lack—still be able to eat and live in a decent place. For them, living without spending money to the mall and to the salon makes them like a poor life. Especially Astrid who always spends time with her social friends. Now, he no longer does because he feels embarrassed if he does not wear the latest output bag, also his hobby is always treating his friend. It could be that he would really be considered poor, it would be the most embarrassing thing for him.

“Ma, where might Yasmin want to refer to Hilman. He even has a replacement.” Hilman swallowed his despair and regret. So bitter was the fate he endured this time. He used to throw diamonds only for gravel. Now it seems like he wants to have the diamond he has thrown away.

“Then, you spread the news to reporters about Yasmin getting pregnant and refer to it, what is it?”

“It was just a lure, Ma. For Yasmin to come to Jakarta to see me. To date, he has not been seen. In fact, if he came here, it would be easier to threaten him and comply with my request, even though I only wanted a job, why did he demean me. I don't accept it, Ma!"

Yati began to fall silent as soon as she heard Hilman's explanation. He also felt a bit of regret for introducing Hilman to another woman at the time. If only he hadn't done so, maybe until now Hilman wouldn't have divorced Yasmin.

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Meanwhile, in a shopping mall, Santi has just returned from work and intends to stop by to buy some exhausted items. As his eyes focused on picking the item, he accidentally dropped it. Suddenly, a hand reached out to pick up the shirt. Santi who was originally squatting immediately re-enforced his body and noticed someone who had already taken it.

“Hai, apparently you still recognize me.” Fabian chuckled as Santi reprimanded him.

“Of course I remember, Bian. How are you?” Santi smiled at Fabian.

“You're done shopping? We chat, yuk!” bring Fabian.

“Bby.”

The meeting between Santi and Fabian now ended in a restaurant, they chatted a lot after a long time did not meet. Fabian is Gito's son who is also Yasmin's childhood friend. Yasmin's father, who had long been friends with Gito, often invited them to play together as children. Also at high school, Santi, Yasmin and Fabian are best friends. However, their friendship is not okay, when Santi finds out Fabian likes Yasmin.

He remembers when they graduated from high school. Fabian wants to express his love for Yasmin before going to college abroad. However, his intention was prevented by Santi because Yasmin once said directly if he could not date Fabian. But Fabian kept saying it. As a result, Yasmin refused while at the airport. Yasmin only regarded Fabian as a friend, nothing more.

That disappointment has ever existed. Fabian disappeared without news. But Santi and Yasmin still want to keep their friendship. Two years after that, Fabian returned and their friendship returned to how it was. The man could only swallow the bitter taste because Yasmin had loved another man.

The two are having a great conversation at the restaurant. The last time they met was at Yasmin and Hilman's wedding. After that, Fabian focused on taking care of business abroad. I forgot to think about my personal life.

“O Yes, San. How are you Yasmin?”

“I can already guess, you will definitely ask him.” Santi slightly smiled wryly. “Yasmin, very good news. In fact, soon he wants to marry.”

“Does he want to refer to Hilman? I read about it on social media.”

Santi knows, Fabian still has feelings for Yasmin. Seen from the look of his disappointed eyes for the umpteenth time.

“No, where might he want to fall into the same hole. So Hilman's wife just seems to have been a nightmare for him."

"Hem, pity Yasmin. If she used to be the same as me, maybe she would be the happiest woman.” Fabian leaned his body on the sofa, imagining his never-before-seen dream.

“Don't expect you to have Yasmin, Bian. Throw away your thoughts. Falling ill!” Santi laughed mockingly. "Why are you not the same as me, I am also a widow, Bian." Santi twitched his eyes.

The man even blew his laugh. Santi's humorous taste always managed to keep him up. “Eh, please. You said he wanted to get married? Whose marriage is it?” Fabian re-enforced his body and looked serious.

“Of course the same person who made her queen, who else if not her lover whom she loved so much.” Again Santi laughed, he felt a little sorry for Fabian who had twice lost the opportunity to get Yasmin.

Fabian who heard Santi's words also felt tightness in the chest. In any case, the taste for Yasmin will remain at any time.

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