My girlfriend, my sister's Assistant
Substitute Woman

The hand of Naja accompanies Jen's departure. The further away his best friend's car from the sight of his eyes, the more the smile on his lips.

In her heart echoed an apology for Jen over her pseudo words of comfort. It is not easy to deal with an Excel. Even Naja did not see the courage in him. Apologizing is actually not difficult for Naja, maybe half her life is filled with apologies.

but this is Excel

Nyali Naja ciut for a moment, not even leaving a trace. Imagining his expression alone, Naja's chest felt tight.

He turned to his room. Choose to lay yourself on the bed. Naja decided to postpone some time of his mission today. She was afraid Jen was still watching her.

Once again watching his life on the ceiling of the room. Until the notification sound on his phone distracts him. With a lazy gesture, Naja got up and grabbed her bag.

Several messages seemed to fill his phone screen. Then his thumb scrolled the screen upwards. There are several messages from the mobile provider, stating that the number gets a nominal number of pulses.

She slammed her body into the bed again, throwing her cell phone away from her hand. Nothing interesting, nothing to make him excited. Neither did the usual despair fill his heart, imagining him meeting Ai one day.

"When did that time come? While I was at the bottom of my life. Still nobody."

- Still crawling through life more steeply again.-

Naja flipped his body, banging his head on the pillow. Desperate, dead-end, wanting to give up, wanting to run from all the burdens in his heart. The burden he himself made.

"Aaaarrrrhhhhhh," Naja's cry was perfectly swallowed by the pillow that drowned her head. Hold on for a while in that position. Until his breath was finished.

"Huh.huh, .huh," he scooped up in the air around him. Fulfill again his lungs that feel empty.

His fist hit the bed repeatedly. Furious, when he could not get out of his slump.

"Come on, get up! Remember, in the history of your life, no one comes to you unless you pick him up. I don't know if it's money!" Both of his palms slapped softly on the side of his head. Returns his brain to its original location.

Fast movement and a little jump, Naja got up from the bed. His hands were clenched in the air. "Come on, spirit!"

Once again she ran to the bathroom, wet her face, then fixed her appearance. Pulling the corners of his lips with both of his index fingers.

Throwing the weight once more, before stepping out of the room, lunging at the rigors of the world with his small footsteps.

***

Excel is on the way to his office, when the sun is as high as it is, the focus is not shifted from the tablet in his hand. With one hand propping up the chin, Excel looks charming. The man was always interesting to watch as the look on his face was sharp and solemn.

"What did you call me last night?" ask Rega when the traffic light turns red. The two gazes collided through the rear-view mirror next to Rega.

Excel changed its sitting position. Distracting his attention to the ranks of the buildings on the side of the road. Then the people who cross the road feel more interesting to note.

"What about Micah again?" Guess Rega when Excel dumps face. Rega himself is confused by Excel's volatile attitude.

"Is it too slow if I look for Micah now?" Highlight Excel's eyes turned soft, full of doubt. His gaze was straight towards the back of Rega's body running again his vehicle.

Rega widened her eyelids, tired of actually discussing Micah again. Can't he find another woman? Think Rega.

"Come, Cel! I don't know either, I think it's been too long if you're just looking for it now!"

This is what Excel thinks, it has been too long. Micah could have been married, even Micah's parents had moved out of the city. Excel and its Papa have long lost contact with them.

- What happened to them?-

Excel closed his eyes. Regret not looking for Micah in the first place. The shadow no longer flashed in his mind. A little messed up with the other person's shadow mix.

Excel opens his eyes, rubbing his eyelids repeatedly. Expel another shadow that tarnishes the beautiful shadow of Micah.

"Not bad is also opening hearts to other women, Cel! Although it's hard you have to try, right?"

"I'm afraid that only my lips will admit that I like someone else, while my heart is still attached to Micah!"

"If your Micah belongs to someone else, do you still chain your heart to him?"

Excel's lips opened, however, nothing was spoken. Choosing to swallow again the answer, into the bottom of his heart.

"You're a hardened man, Cel! It should be, at a time like this, that you loosen your bonds, soften your ego! What if there was another woman better than Micah? Or is there another love that loves you more than Micah?" Rega put a little pressure on each of his words. In order to convince Excel that there are many worst possibilities, even if Micah is found.

"Are you ready if you meet Micah when he's happy with his life?" Connect Rega.

Excel's breath carries a very heavy load. "Let's go, I don't know!"

Rega massaged his forehead. "All you have to do, Cel! Oh yeah, we'll meet Mr. Tristan later, after that I'll help you find your Micah!"

Even with the entertainment will Micah not also make the face look Excel turned cheerful.

- Jesus!-

Rega scooped her face rough. He really gave up on his best friend.

"I think you used to be made of cement dough!"

Excel doesn't care anymore. His eyes enjoyed the streets. Rega's words begin to shake Excel's heart. Right, the world doesn't revolve around one woman.

Maybe the woman, he thought. The woman who swapped her hair, combed it with her fingers. Hair similar to Ranu's hair. Excel had to turn his head to look at the woman. Unfortunately, it is no longer clear.

"really right? Is there another woman who can interest you?!"

Unbeknownst to Excel, Rega observes his best friend. "If looking for a replacement Micah should also be clear, Cel! I don't want to find that woman!"

Excel issued a full sigh of annoyance. "It just so happens that her hair is similar to Ranu's! Is it so easy for me to find Micah's replacement? Even if pressed, I must have chosen the best!"

"I'm just kidding, Cel! You're coming to the moon?"

Excel's facial features are more and more out of shape. Angry, angry, and a little disappointed.

"That hair...?"

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