Married by Accident
What the hell is that?

Getting a rejection of his good intentions, Dhewa who had not yet lowered his hand hanging in the air, now forced to do so. Seeing Floe like a person who had felt deep wounds because of the actions of someone who was sincerely loved, certainly reminded him of himself in the past.

He was once in the same condition as a woman who was closing herself to not relate to the opposite sex, even though it was just a friendship. Finally he did not want to force and tried to give time. Hopefully his understanding can make the woman over time will open her heart to befriend him.

"alright. I won't force you. You have a right to your life and to decide what you want to do. I used to shut myself down like you. Not wanting to relate to the opposite sex just because of one person who has absolutely no idea what sincerity means." Dhewa currently remembers the incident 5 years ago when he saw with his own eyes when the lover was in the apartment with another man.

Though all this time is paying rent apartment and also meet the lifestyle of the lover who likes luxury and branded goods. He now saw Floe raising his gaze as if interested in his words.

He who has long not wanted to be close to the opposite sex, for some reason now feel comfortable just by looking at the face of Floe who is considered to have a privilege of elegance.

Floe had been focusing on work that was almost finished, but felt interested because it was from earlier very curious about the reason what made the man in front of him reject such a beautiful woman. In fact, he knows that all men crave women who have a sexy body and smooth white skin like Camelia.

"I'm actually asking you about why you're not interested in that woman. Isn't she pretty and sexy? What are her shortcomings as a woman? Even all men must be very fond and interested in women like him. You are so weird." Floe, who is currently just curious why a man does not like beautiful and sexy women, is still waiting for Dhewa to open her digital voice.

Floe felt that the man with the hoarse voice had a characteristic when singing and different when talking. Now he waited until his curiosity was answered.

It even takes patience because right now only silence is left between them. It was as if the man with the glittering sharp iris was thinking of something that was obstructive and difficult to express, thus making him wonder.

Until Dhewa's sharp gaze made him not wince as if locking him deeply and also his words managed to penetrate his heart at this time.

"Do you think love is based on physical? Looking for comfort from others is very difficult and not just anyone can make us fit, right? I don't want to spend a lifetime with a woman who can't even shake my heart." Dhewa who was currently ending her words, once again reached out her hand as she did not want to give up on taking Floe's heart.

"It seems like you and I were both hurt when they became sincere people. Who knows, we can be the antidote for each by telling stories about many things about life. Isn't telling a story much better than keeping everything to yourself? We can be friends, right?" As Dhewa thought Floe would welcome his helping hand, but was once again let down by hope.

Floe now chooses to push Dhewa's hand away and lower it. He even shook his head as he did not intend to change his mind at all. "I will never repeat my mistakes and fall in the same hole as trusting the opposite sex because it all starts with friendship."

He does not believe in friendship between men and women because there must be one who has a sense of pent up. So, choose to live peacefully without being confused by problems related to the opposite sex.

"It's not that I'm arrogant with my boss, but it's my fault to trust a man's invitation to make friends and end up making me fall in love, then get hurt. I even bled when I healed him. So, don't piss me off by forcing me." Floe now showed me her recently completed notebook.

Without waiting for a response from Dhewa, Floe got up from the chair as he intended to have lunch. Moreover, the worms in his stomach have been singing asking for their respective rations. However, he who intends to step away, does not so do it because it is called.

"Wait!" Dhewa currently stood up from the chair and grabbed the paper bag containing the food that had been bought by Camelia. Then give it to Floe. "Eat this because it's dearly thrown away. If you don't want to, just give it to workers who are outside. I'm gonna go for a second."

Dhewa did not want to wait for Floe to give an answer because he actually knew that the woman might refuse, so hurriedly left the workroom.

Actually, he was confused where to go because he wanted to let Floe eat quietly in the room. While he also wants to calm down when rejected twice while only wanting to be friends with women who managed to shake his heart. Once outside the room, he circulated his gaze around to find a place to spend time during the break.

'To get there, '" murmured Dhewa who was currently heading towards the left of his study because it was the only place considered suitable for hiding himself.

While inside the room, Floe was still standing in place while holding a paper bag in hand. He only exhaled as he stared at what was in his hand at this moment.

"It was lazy to eat the food the woman brought. I can't even forget what he said that insulted me." Floe once bought a meal in the form of a complete package of honey-baked chicken from a famous restaurant in Jakarta, did admit if it tastes very delicious and really likes it.

However, today is not at all tasteful just by looking at it because it can not forget how the sharp gaze of the woman who seemed to think it was just a piece of trash because it was considered to come from a poor family.

"I'm so lazy to eat this. I just give it to the workers," he said, who now carries a paper bag containing two complete packages. "It is better to cook aunt and mommy," he said, who now came out of the room and turned left and right to look for workers who would be given the food.

However, he immediately frowned as soon as he saw on the left there were workers swarming around. "What's that about?"

Feeling very curious about what was happening, he reflexively walked quickly to take a look. Until a moment later arrived at the crowd of workers and saw clearly the figure of a man covered in blood just round his eyes and smother his mouth.

"Astaghfiullah!"

To be continued...