Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
Meaning of Friend

From the windows of a cafe full of anti-heat and radiation glass, in the middle of the busiest city in the country, the, Violin was silent watching a girl who held tightly to her mother's hand to cross to the playground that was right next to this cafe.

Vio taxir is about 5 years old. The boy was very sweet, wearing a pink flower dress. Her hair was cut in half with a pink ribbon on each pigtail.

The mother seemed to be working as a street sweeper, seen from her handkerchief and orange uniform.

The boy was spoiled sitting on the swing and his mother pushed the swing slowly. Sometimes the boy screams happily.

So did the mother. Both smiles seemed sincere and happy.

A moment later a man who was also wearing orange clothes approached them. His hand held a plastic bag containing drinks and snacks.

The child received the plastic with a sparkling face. He kissed his father's face full of joy. Then they rolled out plastic mats and sat down together. The boy spoiledly toying on his father's lap.

It looked simple indeed, but that happy face made Violin envious. Very envious.

A family that looks simple and happy in the midst of limitations.

Sometimes gratitude comes not from how much we have, but how often we feel enough about what we have.

Having everything does not guarantee that we are happy if we never feel enough of what we have.

On the other hand, a grateful person will always feel enough even though his life is limited and simple.

But the Violin issue this time is not about gratitude and sincerity. But about a wounded and neglected heart.

If compared to the family in the park that he observed earlier, look at him, sitting in a comfortable chair in a cafe that is full music and of course full AC.

Seuprit food that cost more than the seplastik snack carried by the father of orange clothes. But his heart was empty without affection.

Violin's eyes began to glaze over.

When was the last time she was with Mom? Or has he played around in Papa's lap? He doesn't remember anymore.

This was not the first time he had been ignored, but why did the pain multiply so many times??

"Vioooooo that... Sorry sorrymyyy..." Sapa Sofia, direct cipika cipiki at a glance with Vio. He threw his ass in the empty seat in front of Violin. Followed by Pamela who walks casually behind Sofia.

"Pelan-gelan nape the hell you??" Tegur Pamela reminded Sofi who was the most horrendous among the three of them.

Sofia vertical orange juice request, barbarian.

"My thirst, gilak!" Pekiknya lebay while fan-facial use hand.

"Lu the Vi, far too choose a cafe. The one in the rooftop Mall where we were shopping was there, delicious again the food. Isn't that right, Pam?" Sofia. Pamela glared fiercely at him.

"Emangnye you're here on foot, mbambang?" Spray Pamela fierce.

"Yes, it's my fault." Gerrutu Sofia.

Violin cut the cake and then put it in her mouth gracefully.

"Sorry guys, but this is the closest place to the bokap house. I'm so far away."

Pamela touched a glimpse of Violin's arm.

"So we need to work on this Dion guy?" Pamela crossed legs. Showcase beautiful sparkling smooth calves. The results of waxing salons are expensive of course.

Violin sipped her chamommile tea.

"I'll follow her will." He sighed resignedly.

"There's no point in keeping someone who wants to get away from us, right?"

Sofia flicked her finger. "Agree!!! There are still many fish in the sea, bestiiii... "

"The points are not many at least fish, Surtiii... " Violin groans in frustration.

"OK.okeee... " Sofia raised her hand then made a gesture of locking her mouth with a finger.

"So your next move?" Fizzle Pamela.

Violin tapped her shoulders.

"Gue's gone from home, now in the apartment. But the apartment also contains many memories of Dion. Dion's too hard to forget. Between us there is no problem. Only then was she not ready for this marriage. If he had talked about this from the beginning..." Violin sighed sadly. I regret Dion's decision.

Clear liquid had already pooled in the corner of his eyes. God fucking. He promised not to cry for Dion again. But it wasn't as easy as he imagined.

"Gue support whatever decision Lo, Vi." Pamela clasped Violin's palm sincerely. Sofia.

"We're dealing with this together. We'll be there for you."

"Excuse me... " The voice of Waiters distracts the three.

Waiters with a climatic style put a cup of macchiato in front of Violin plus a greeting card that immediately grabbed Sofia enthusiastically.

"From the visitor who sat there mb."

Show the waiters. The compact three looked in the direction indicated.

"WOW..." Sofia's strangling is held back.

Speechless severely stared at the typical young executive's charming man in a blue dongker shirt rolled up to his elbow, the extra two open top buttons showing off a bit of his chest.

"Bangeeett... Request diremes!" Sofia licks her lips, hungry.

Pamela stuffed a large chunk of banana split into Sofia's mouth, desperately watching her friend gawk at her tacky until almost netes of saliva.

Violin stared uninterestedly at the man. The distinctive face of European peranakan. Honey-brown eyes are soft and a little thin sideburns in the jaw. Very interesting if it's not in a predicament.

Not a teaser look. But why does Vio feel like a cheap woman who can be easily seduced?!

Maybe if it was Pam, this is common. Because among the three of them, Pamela is the one who often can start.

How do crocodiles stand to see the smooth body, Spanish guitar, big chest plus Pam's provocative clothes?

Violin grabbed the greeting card from Sofia's hand.

A cup of coffee can make us learn, that bitter taste can also be enjoyed.

He grunts.

Goddamnit!

Okay fine! Now he's upset. Maybe this guy can be used as an impingement.

Violin smiled cynically. Reflexively walked over to the mysterious man sitting at the end of the cafe by the big window.

Pamela folded her hands under her D cup chest, while Sofia straightened her body while clapping her small hands in over spirit.

Okay fine! Let's the show start!

Violin walked confidently. With graceful steps like a Victoria secret model, extra chin lifted plus a flick of long hair waist.

He wanted to see how 'male' this guy dared to tease her. It seems that Violin wants to have a little fun with this guy.

The man pulled a little bit off his aunt's end.

Instead of looking mischievous, the man looked at Violin with his own eyes.

Like a gentleman, he stood up to welcome Violin.

Violin was glued for a moment. Not because of being hypnotized by this man's warm gaze, is it. Or because speechless sees his kecharming.

There were many handsome men that he often met.

But this man in front of him...

He looks so charming in his way.

And...

Familiar!

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