Please, Love Me
What's Going on?

That morning, early in the morning, Andini managed to get what she wanted.

The room that was clean, now looks messy with scattered clothes worn by Hendri.

The man's forehead frowned, several times rubbing his eyes that still felt blurred, the head also felt very sick.

After the view completely recovered, he scanned around the room, puzzled by what had happened there.

Where's clothes? Why did everyone get out of his body?

Hendri kept trying to remember what happened. However, nil. Nothing could be captured by his memory regarding the clothes that had slipped from his body.

Then he remembered Andini again, he immediately put his clothes back on and ran out.

"Andini!" call out to him while hastily running into the guest room.

"Andini, are you inside?" Hendri continued to knock on the door quickly.

There was no answer from the inside, he ventured to open it slowly, after being seen, there was no one there.

"Where did he go?" muttered Hendri while squeezing his hair in frustration.

"What exactly happened?" He was sitting limp on the edge of the bed, his eyes immediately catching a white paper on the dresser.

In a hurry hendri got up and grabbed the Paper.

(Mas, I came home to Bandung today, Mama's sick, don't follow me and don't ask anything about what happened, hope you're happy)

Reading the handwriting, his heart was beating more and more, more he was afraid that what should not have happened, even happened between them.

Not waiting for a long time, Hendri immediately ran out and drove his own car, breaking through the highway with a high speed. Hope to catch Andini to the airport, he hopes the woman is still there.

Arriving at the airport, he checked the Jakarta-Bandung flight, it turned out he was late, the plane had taken off 10 minutes ago.

Of course it made him more depressed, wanted to follow to Bandung, but he was afraid he did not get anything.

Not yet out of the airport, his eyes caught a pair of familiar humans.

Soon he quickened his pace to approach. "Fitr!" yells.

"What are you doing here?"

"Mas Hen?" Fitri frowned, not expecting to even meet Hendri again.

"I waited for you from yesterday, but you didn't come."

"What's right here?" ask him again.

"I'm here to take Mas Rangga, he's leaving for America any minute, what's Mas Hen doing?" Fitri asked back.

Hendri seemed to think, there was no way he said that he was looking for Andini to ask something.

"Mmc ... I, was waiting for a client, he would come today to discuss cooperation," he told a lie.

"With clothes like this?" Rangga frowned while pointing at Hendri's clothes which were so relaxed.

"It's not polite, is it?" then smile on her side.

"It just so happens that he's my friend, so it doesn't matter" replied Hendri again.

"You sure you're just friends? Maybe your friend is a woman, right? There is also a lot of your suggestions," said Rangga with a cynical smile.

"You don't fuck me." Hendri stared intently at the netra Rangga.

"Why? You look panicked. Don't tell me I didn't understand your character after you lost Dinda" she said.

As soon as Hendri pulled the collar of Rangga's shirt hard, his face reddened to hear Rangga who still dared to bring up the matter of his late wife.

"So what you say, you son of a bitch!"