Marrying Camelia

Marrying Camelia
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"Mels... "


"Hm... Why Nay?"


"I'm supposed to be the same as you?"


Camelia frowned confusedly. "Why indeed?"


"Why are you? that's your eye is so swollen like a cry out you know not?"


"Huh." Camelia immediately cupped her cheeks together. "What time?"


"Are you home without a mirror?"


Nayra asked a little cynically.


Camelia did not reply, she just smiled faintly.


"Mels...?" Nayra pause her sentence. "I feel like there's something you're hiding from me?"


Camelia frowned confusedly. "What do you mean?"


"Where have you been living?"


Camelia was surprised with a slightly gaping mouth. "A - I, stay home." she replied nervously.


"Whose house?"


"Yes... At my Mom's house."


"Aren't you living in someone else's house?"


"I don't know what you mean Nay?"


"I don't know more about you? why have you been lying to me all this time?"


"What lie?"


"Lying, it turns out that you and Davin have been married, right?"


"Y...!!! " Camelia was shocked.


"Why don't you ever want to tell me the same story?"


"Nay me - "


"Why have you never been honest with me?"


"I __ "


"You're outrageous Mel? you don't think I'm a friend?"


"It's not so Nay."


"Then what?"


"I - I just don't want to until someone else finds out that we're married."


"Why?"


"Because this marriage is not what you imagined Nay to be, I got married because I was in a match, and - "Camelia let out a long sigh. "We were married only for a while until the deadline came."


"You mean what Mel."


Camelia looked into her best friend's eyes. "Me and Davin... Agree that we marry for only one year, after that - "


"After that you split up?" cut Nayra fast.


Camelia nodded slowly. "Yes." Yeah."


"I thought so."


"Wait for Nay, do you know where I'm getting married?"


"From aunty Indah.."


"Mom...!!"


Nayra nodded, looking closely at her best friend's face. "Do you remember when I asked you about the ring you were wearing?"


"Yes, I remember."


"Unintentionally, yesterday on holiday I came to your house, I thought you were there. And that's where I framed Auntie Indah with the questions I gave her until finally the same story all of me. He said that you and Davin are married."


"I'm sorry, Nay... I didn't mean to lie to you."


"You're my best friend Mel... Why are you the same as me.?"


"I'm sorry, huh?" pinta Melia clenched her hands together.


Nayra smiled, she hugged her best friend's body.


"It turns out you married Mel first, I don't think you married the same handsome guy in our college.?"


"What the hell?"


"Who else do I know if you're married?"


"Rakh."


"Ish... Don't yell that? someone will hear."


"Yes sorry... Rakha knows you're married?'


"Yes, but he doesn't know that I married Davin. Nay ... I beg you not to tell anyone that me and Davin are married.?"


"How does this relate to Yuanita? didn't we see yesterday that they were still together.?"


"They're still dating."


"Why can?"


"Well, he and I got married for a while. And among us there is not the slightest feeling." said Camelia with a slight smile bitterly.


"Didn't you love her Mel?"


"No." she replied quickly.


"A bit?"


Camelia just fell silent, shaking her head slowly.


"I know, now you have the same feeling as him?"


Again just the head bobble that Camelia gave me.


"Are you in love with your husband?"


"Nay... Don't fuck around."


"You can't lie to me anymore Mel.?"


"He doesn't love me Nay, he still loves his girlfriend Yuanita."


"That means you love her, right?"


"I don't know Nay, I don't know why I fell in love first with someone who still loves someone else?"


"Yes my... Mel, so you're in love with her?"


"Yes, I love him Nay. But - "


"Why? is it because he still loves other women? Mel... You're his wife now, you can win his heart if you really love him. "


"But that's impossible?"


"Why is it impossible? you can make Davin fall in love with you, you're beautiful, well, you're nothing more than Yuan?"


"I don't know Nay.. "


"Mel, beat me up. I want to ask you something?"


"Ask what?"


"Where are you living now?"


"In Grandpa Wijaya's house."


"Did you sleep together?"


"Son, we sleep in different rooms."


Nayra looked at her best friend's face with a curious look.


"Why do you see me like that?"


Nayra smiled faintly making Camelia even more curious to him.


"Jawab Honest Mel, have you and her made love?"


Camelia was very surprised when she found out such a question, nervous and being so wrong that was how she felt right now. His face met with red made Nayra his best friend was only able to re-insert a smile on his thin lips.


"What the hell?"


"I'm not wrong I'm just the same as you. Besides what's wrong if you've done that, you're husband and wife."


"Don't you freak out?" camelia was nervous.


"My family is the same as me?"


"Bg ... Nay, don't you talk about that?"


"Cock your face flushed anyway?"


"Huh, what, where?" camelia answered by cupping her cheeks.


Nayra laughed so loosely, she was thrilled when she saw Camelia's face turning like that of a boiled crab.


"So ___ You guys?" nayra's voice sounded so loud that Camelia immediately silenced her best friend's mouth.


"Don't be loud, don't say it, there'll be something to know." whispered Camelia very slowly.


Nayra could only nod slowly.


"So...?" sewot Nayra is back. "Aren't you a virgin dong Mel?" Again Nayra could only laugh so loosely.


Camelia could only glare at her best friend, wanting to silence her mouth with the book she was holding.


Camelia could only move her eyes when Nayra kept asking as if she was intrograting herself. Especially when there are bad questions that come out of Nayra's mouth that is so chatty.


After completing her college eye clock, Camelia and Nayra went to a cafe not far from the campus. They spend time there just to talk and eliminate saturation.


What is he doing right now? is he still there, accompanying her?


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