Poison of Love Arsenio
The Duda Bening

Binar went through her shift uninspired that day. Throughout the morning until late afternoon, the cheerful smile that used to adorn her beautiful face was completely invisible. The young girl continued to drift at Chand's words yesterday evening as they chatted over the phone. He was no longer interested in going to Jakarta. Moreover, the shadow of Rain who was smiling cheerfully while grasping and peeping her lover's hand on the television screen, had broken the girl's heart. The first love of Binar that felt so stifling, made her take a deep breath.

“Nirmala, are you not coming home? It's been awaited tuh,” asked Renata suddenly.

The daydream of Binar instantly collapsed when Renata's beautiful face was already in front of him. The woman also smiled broadly at him.

“Who, Ma'am?” ask Binar carefully.

“Tuh.” Renata's pointy finger is directed to the terrace of her flower shop. There is parked a white SUV vehicle with a handsome man leaning on the hood of the car. It appears that the man is correcting the location of the sunglasses he is wearing.

“Kak Chand?” his Binar slowly. However, Renata could hear it very clearly.

“Cie, now already call ‘kak’, yes?" goda. “Great you, Mal. Chand is notoriously hard to fall in love with, you know. Moreover, he just failed to make the household.” Renata clapped his hands excitedly to Binar.

“Ah, Mommy could. We just know,” denied Binar blushed. He also seemed a little misbehaved.

“Ya. Meet up there first. It's not good to make daben wait,” babbles Renata.

“What is daben, Ma'am?” Binar frowned at the sign of not understanding.

“Bluest Judae!” sahut Renata chuckled. His laughter sounded very loud as he passed leaving Binar to the inside of the shop. The young girl only shook her head slowly in response to her superior's remark.

“Mbak, I'm all welcome home, yes,” exclaimed Binar while reaching for the backpack that had been lying next to the chair.

“Yes, be careful, Mal! My regards to daben!” reply Renata from inside his room.

Binar smiled wryly as she walked out of the shop. His steps grew slower as he approached Chand who was leaning towards the florist. Inevitably he had to put on a cheerful face. “Kak,” sweep.

“Hei. I'm waiting for your answer from last night,” protest Chand. He opened the steering wheel door and grabbed a small plastic bag from inside. The bag then he handed it to Binar.

“What is this, Brother?” tanya Binar astonished.

“Open it,” sahut Chand is brief with eyelights and a meaningful smile.

Out of curiosity, Binar hurriedly opened it. The girl's beautiful eyes widened when she found out the contents of the bag earlier. “Whose phone is this, Brother?” jemari Binar trembled as he flipped through the box of the latest series of mobile phones.

“You have it. It does not feel good to have to call you through Nastiti continue,” said Chand reasoned.

“Um .. ta-but this is too expensive, Sister. I can't accept it,” Binar thrust the still-sealed box back at Chand.

“If you refuse, it means you hurt my feelings, Mal. I don't like that,” stressed Chand with a face look very serious.

“Not that I mean, ta-but ..” Binar. His heart was wrong at that time.

“Accept or I will be angry,” threatened Chand while bringing his face closer to Binar. Chand's heart thumped when he noticed the beautiful face of Binar who only smeared thin powder. The girl's cheeks also naturally blushed, especially when Chand touched the tip of his finger at the tip of Binar's nose.

“This is too expensive,” said Binar again while looking down lethargic.

“It was just a gift, really. There was a friend who gave me the phone, but since the model didn't fit and I just bought a new phone. Than not used. Yes, right?” kilah Chand's.

“Times anyway, Brother?” ask Binar. The intonation seems unbelievable.

“Already, don't be chatty. Quickly open the box!” decreed Chand. “Oh yes, there is also a new number available that you can use,” added the man again.

Hesitatingly, Binar tore the seal of the box very carefully. Then he opened it. Binar then pulled out a light blue-colored phone from inside with a stunned look.

“You can enter the number yourself, ‘kan?” tanya Chand made Binar stutter.

“Ti-can't, Brother. I never had a phone this good,” he replied plainly.

“Ya, already. Let mehelp. Come on,” get Chand to pull up Binar's arm. He opened the door for passengers. Half forced, Chand told the beautiful girl to sit there. After making sure Binar was comfortable, the clear widower walked around the car and sat behind the wheel.

Moments later, the car driven by Chand stopped in the parking lot of an antique-style building. In front of the building there is a very wide sidewalk containing a table chair belonging to a cafe that is neatly arranged. “You want inside or outside?” tawar Chand turned to Binar and waited for his answer.

“What, Brother?” Binar was increasingly confused in response to the new widower's question.

“Sits. Choose indoors or on the sidewalk?” Chand made clear the meaning of his words earlier.

“On the sidewalk only, Brother,” choose Binar. She smiled as Chand got off the vehicle and opened the door for her.

“Ya, already. Come!” Without hesitation, Chand grabbed Binar's hand. The handsome man then led him to a table near a shady tree growing by the roadside, carrying a plastic bag containing Binar's new cell phone. Chand did not need to wait for permission from the beautiful girl, when she opened the phone and put the number into it. Chand even had time to tinker with the screen before handing it back to Binar. “I've installed and I've saved my number all on your phone,”.

“I don't know what to answer, Brother. In my opinion, this is all too much,” said Binar felt bad.

“Nothing is excessive, Mal. Think of it as a commission down payment for you,” chirps Chand lightly

“Previous commission? Commission for what, Brother?” Binar shook his head tightly.

“To be my model,” replied Chand with a big smile. While Binar slit, then scowled.

“’I haven't given an answer,” protest.

“I don't have to wait for your answer, Mal. Because I really forced. I'm really asking you for help. Our crew is short on energy. Please, help me, Mal. Please,” pinta Chand.

“Kak, but ... I cannot leave for Jakarta,” reject Binar in a weak voice.

“Why? Is it because of a lack of clothes? If that's the case, just calm down. I've prepared some setups for you,” persuade Chand.

“Not that, Brother. Me ...” The sparkle bit his lower lip. Should he tell Chand that he wants to avoid the figure of Rain or Arsenio that he had seen on the television screen at that time?

“There is someone you don't want to meet in Jakarta?” ask Chand. His sentence made Binar gasp and slightly stunned at the thirty-year-old widower.

“I still remember your story that moved away from Bali because I wanted to avoid someone. Is that someone now in Jakarta?” search Chand in a calm tone. However, Baron did not answer. He simply turned his face towards the fairly densely packed highway in front of him.

“Jakarta is a large city, Mal. The chances of meeting the person you are referring to are less than fifty percent. Just chill. Anyway ... You're not alone there. There is me who can pretend to be your boyfriend if at any time you meet him,” cetus Chand while sharing a thin smile. He could clearly see that the stance of Binar was beginning to falter.

“The income to be a model is quite decent. You can also increase your income by working at one of my retail outlets,” said Chand. “For a place to stay, while you can stay at my sister Prajna's apartment. The apartment is no longer occupied, until you can save and rent your own place,” continued Chand again.

“Why ...” Binar seemed hesitant to continue his words. “Why is Brother so good to me? Didn't we just know? What if in the future I disappoint Brother?” asked Binar who was stung very doubtful. In the end, the girl was able to express her heart.

“I also don't know why I can easily trust you, Mal. I just feel like we are fate,” replied Chand.

“Fate? He was joking, right? Fate in what? Obviously our lives are much different,” argued Binar did not understand.

“Fate in terms of romance like him,” said Chand was uprooted after saying so, while Binar just grunted annoyedly. “Sorry,” said Chand then while making a smile.

“As confirmed earlier. You must not refuse this offer, because I have prepared plane tickets for both of us,”.

Binar was shocked after hearing Chand's decision. “That's right, Brother!” the protest did not accept.

“Today I have borrowed a copy of your ID card which is still stored by Renata, to book a ticket online. Tomorrow morning at eight we leave. Don't refuse or run, Nirmala. Because I will definitely chase and sue you if you get desperate!” firm ultimatum from Chand, making Binar silent not warting.

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