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Hasna stopped in a park. The place is pretty quiet because it's already night.

He sat on me slowly, wiping the corner of the eye from earlier the tears did not want to stop.

"So it's true that they both have a relationship? But why should that woman do it, my own best friend. Why?" isak Hasna spoke to herself as she rubbed her face violently.

"It's not fair to me, my love always claps one hand! Am I less beautiful? Less interesting? Why is it that every man I like, they always stay away from me. What's my cage." cried Hasna at the end of the sentence.

Retno stood behind Hasna. He listened to every word Hasna said. Making him close his eyes felt the sadness that Hasna was experiencing.

Then Retno touched his shoulder from behind. And that made Hasna a little surprised by quickly turning back.

"Tante." he stood up while wiping the corner of his eye.

"Sit down." said Retno as she stepped, and then she sat down beside Hasna.

"Tante understands how you feel right now" said Retno.

"I mean auntie?" hasna turned her head, looking at the woman who was highly respected by her best friend.

"Speak with aunt, aunt will be a loyal listener whatever your problem. Don't hesitate. Who knows aunty can help." said Retno.

"I don't understand the direction of the aunt's conversation." Hasna replied pretending.

"Do you need aunty to say what you're feeling to Abian?" retno's question made Hasna slightly widen her eyes.

"You like it, don't you, same Abian?" she asked Hasna who then lowered her head.

"Then, what are your plans after this? After knowing Abian even loves Ajeng, your own best friend. And ... The aunt heard, the two of them were in a relationship. You know that, right?" ask Retno. Though he knew what Ajeng and Abian were like, so they both said so.

"I ... I don't know aunty." lirih Hasna.

"Hasna, aunty will also be hurt, if the aunt chooses another woman. But ... Can't that heart problem be forced?" tanya Retno tried to melt Hasna's mind.

"Aante was right, but ... Not that easy, tan. If I had to let it go." Hasna lifted her face. Then looking.

"Then, what are you going to do? Don't hate them or hurt them both. Especially Ajeng. Remember that! He's your own best friend." said Retno, who was full of emphasis.

"Tante, shut up, my mind is in turmoil." Hasna snapped.

"Hasna-." said Retno remained soft.

"Do you know that I like Abian?" tanya Hasna cut off Retno's talk. "Definitely don't know, right? Because if Ajeng knows. He's gonna let Abian go for me." he's pissed.

"Hasna's. Istighfar Nak's. Don't do it." said Retno who shook her head.

"We'll see." chuckle Hasna.

"This is not true. Pity Ajeng if you have to feel failure again. Abian loved Ajeng very much. Abian it-"

"Did Ajeng love Abian too?" cut Hasna. But Retno could not answer, she chose to shut up and lowered her head, because if honestly, Retno was afraid, Hasna told Abian about Ajeng's feelings. And it's a fear of impacting their relationship.

"Can't answer, right?" asked Hasna smiling wryly.

"But ... Least. Abian had already told her feelings to Ajeng. He loves Ajeng very much. Then ... If Abian is the same as you. Will Abian love you and forget Ajeng?" retno asked looking at Hasna in disappointment.

"Can't love come at any time? Especially if we stay together, I'm sure! Gradually Abian will love me too." Hasna said with a smile. Then he stood up.

"Hasna, don't bother them, auntie please." wryly Retno stood up while clenching her hands together.

"Tante, stop begging. Because it's free. Excuse me." Hasna left Retno alone.

"This isn't right, I have to tell Abian to get him to act fast. If necessary, marry Ajeng as soon as possible." muttered Retno anxiously.

***

The long-awaited night finally arrived, all the designers had gathered and prepared with their works.

"That's who?" whispered the man who was beside Luthfan while lifting his chin, he named Haris, his friend Luthfan who is very reliable in making any clothing design.

While Ajeng continued to focus on the red carpet that was on the paint walk, because the event will soon begin.

"That's pretty. You don't get whipped every time you see him?" ask Haris.

"Ssttt what the hell. Right there, it's going to start" Luthfan said, putting his index finger in his lips.

"I'm sure you have a crush on him too, right?" haris Goda.

"Here, speak mute." said Luthfan.

Haris smiled and shook his head. " Goodluck" he said and passed from before Luthfan.

Luthfan looked at Ajeng. "You are so beautiful, especially tonight" he said with a sweet smile.

Ajeng also looked. He realized Luthfan was staring at him. Make him turn his face.

"Alright the audience, the event will begin soon, expected to prepare for each other's work" said the host.

Then, the event began, the models climbed the paint walk one by one and walked showing off the work of each.

All the spectators were watching them one by one.

"Your work is very good." praises Luthfan.

"Ahh ordinary, still inferior to other works, let alone the work of the man who was beside me." reply Ajeng and then mengulum smile.

The two of them stared back at the cat walk. Until it was not felt, it was at the end of the event.

Then, there is one audience who continues to observe one model, which happens to be the result of a design made by Ajeng. He also sought it. Who previously asked first to the penatia in charge there.

"Mrs Ajeng?" his name was Hartoyo. Make Ajeng look, so does Luthfan.

"Bu Ajeng right? Introduce, my name is Hartoyo." said Hartoyo while shaking hands with Ajeng.

"Ajeng." reply.

"Ohh yes, after I have observed all the works on display. I am only interested in the work that Bu Ajeng made himself." said Hartoyo.

"Alhamdulillah. Thank you very much Mr. Hartoyo." Ajeng replied politely.

"Either. So ... I also want to offer cooperation. Does Bu Ajeng want to? Working with me?" hartoyo asked and it made Luthfan not like, but what could he be, because Ajeng is also not who he is.

Ajeng just kept silent. Still confused.

"All right then. This is my business card, if Bu Ajeng changes his mind, please contact me." said Hartoyo. Then he was too proud.

While Abian was still with Qeera, he felt anxious, afraid that Ajeng was instigated by Luthfan and wanted to leave him.

"Arrgghhh why haven't you come home yet?" abian muttered impatiently. Qeera.

"Om why so much from earlier?" ask the boy in wonder.

"Om just a little dizzy" replied Abian.

"Geez, Om dizzy?" Qeera approached and touched Abian's forehead. "So soon, Om, I'll get you some medicine. Good thing my mother's always on medication."

Qeera stepped in to get the medicine for Abian, who was okay. He was just worried, that's all.

"I was right, approach her son first, after that her mother. But ... Although I didn't approach Qeera either, she already looked like and comfortable with me." Abian murmured with a smile.

The front door was heard opening. Abian immediately got up and slightly ran towards the living room.

He saw Luthfan also coming in, then sat on the sofa.

"It's a long time, dear." complained Abian made Luthfan turn his eyes away.