Mrs. Cute Alshaf's
A painful return
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The longing hug, the boisterous footsteps that came into direct contact with the airport floor, as well as the screaming looking for people he picked up became the background of my phone voice with the person across there. I chuckled as Eca yelled in annoyance at me, for I had first made a flight to Indonesia. Leaving him alone in a country characterized by his hollywod writing.
“Later to meet your girlfriend, call me as soon as possible!”
“Iya-iya mistress manager.” I hung up our phone call and got into a taxi that was lined up in front of the airport exit, at random. “Ximeow Restaurant yes, sir.” The address I mentioned in the taxi driver's pack was, a Japanese restaurant that my son had pioneered when he just had a KTP until now rapidly developed into a famous restaurant.
My name is Zafa vayor.
Hahahaha basic! just remembered the name alone has managed to make the face feel warm and the heart that beats faster than usual. I hope the driver doesn't notice the body's overreaction just because he fell in love with this. Let me explain a little bit about that guy named Zafa, yeah.
She, already filled my empty heart from the moment this body was still wearing a white ash uniform until it turned into a free dress during college. We went through the days like lovers in general. However, suddenly we split up because I got the call to write one of the singer's songs in Los Angeles at the time. Inevitably, because I who uphold wanted to become a famous songwriter, finally chose to go to the country and leave Zafa.
“Huft ..” Piqued. My message three days ago has not been read by him at all. I just saw Zafa online. We also just returned to communication about a year ago after three years of not communicating anything. It also began, with him suddenly calling me on the grounds of being affected by alcohol.
“Mbak want to be near the workshop alone dropped? You see if in front of the restaurant directly can not, again there is a wedding event like.” The driver's permit in the hat, made me immediately out after paying and helped to take out this sizable suitcase. “Thanks, sir.”
I dragged the suitcase as I walked into the restaurant that was filled with four-wheeled vehicles and white flower decorations on the wall. Not to mention the red carpet that was rolled away just like that when my feet just arrived at the entrance. Convincingly, if the words of the driver who said there was a marriage are true.
“Excuse me, can I show you the invitation card?”
My steps stopped. An invitation? That's not what I have. “Umm, I don't have the invitation. But, I am Zafa Vayor's girlfriend, the owner of this resto.” I said immediately, so that there is no drama expel.
Little weird. The reaction given by this skilled employee was so shocked by my statement just now. Oh, maybe he's surprised because he just found out his boss already has a handler, yes times. “So, can I come in?”
Just about to pinch my arm, the main perpetrator of this wedding came in a neat suit and a ruffled black hairdo. I thought, he came alone to approach here, because that's why I can breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly a woman wearing purple dress came with a little run and took the arm of the man who had been looking at me.
Crazy one! Is this a murder plot planning to shut me down mentally?
“Zafa, Nela ... You guys?”
“Hai Tone!” the girl was so cheerful. “Thank you, have come to my wedding with Zafa. Whereas before, I was the same my husband wanted to stop by directly to Los angeles, loh!” he returned, shameless.
If things were normal, maybe I would pull Zafa's body and at least slap Nela's shameless cheek already daring to confess my boyfriend to be her husband. But this time it was different. I had to endure all the anger and disappointment by tightening my grip on the handle of the suitcase.
Especially when you see the same ring in both. Just make it clear that this is not a prank. “Job.” The bait I should have thrown more and worse than the word jerk. I walked closer, looked into his eyes, searching for the truth of all this sudden happening. Whereas before we were fine, he was also sweet and there was no Smell of betrayal at all. But this marriage ... “Gue stupid really zaf,”
“Tone,”
“What? Why not tell me you've been in love with my best friend? Why do we live a long-term relationship if you end up married to Nela!”
I can see, he's growling. A sign if his emotions mouth is outstretched. But I don't care about it and look up to Nela. “Lo crazy, traitor behind me, Nel? Every day you always tell me what Zafa is doing. And now, all of a sudden you're married?” When I put my hand on him, Zafa's hand would be brushed off, but I dodged faster and put my palm on Zafa's wife's open shoulder. “Lo want to know something not Nela?”
Next to Nela, Zafa's eyes stared intently at me who was completely unaffected. I prefer to browse through this beautiful purple dress with my arms. “This wedding clothes you wear, the same clothes that I chose at college and bought for my wedding day with Zafa someday." I laughed loudly while clapping my hands that were able to turn to the guests. “Funny, even so you use, but it's okay. The important dress of my choice is fitting in lo body. Not wrong too, Kali-times alms to people who need more.”
I immediately walked backwards. People were looking at me with questionable eyes. But it felt like my hands were anxious, if I hadn't done this to the depraved man who had just been silent. So when my steps were just a few snore, I turned the body back and immediately gave a hard slap on Zafa's cheek back and forth. “Wait for more replies.” And without any respect, I immediately pulled the suitcase out of the ximeow restaurant that had to immediately be called xianjing.
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