
A luxury car stalled in front of a minimarket. A man was seen rushing into the car, jumping and landing his butt on a premium leather padded seat. Then the car started moving slowly.
The man grinned looking at a man sitting in front of a tablet computer.
"Thank you for picking me up, I thought you weren't coming, Aran."
Arun grinned at Aran's appearance which was always and always neat in a black suit and unbuttoned white shirt.
"There's no need to mince words, what exactly are you going to talk about?"
Aran did not take his eyes off his tablet computer screen at all.
"Hmm, Aran, did you use the contest to find the owner of the ring?" ask Arun.
Aran did not answer.
"Oh, you didn't use that way huh?! Haha," Arun laughed cynically.
Aran still did not say, he let his brother speak as he pleased.
"Then, what are you using? What about accepting offers from uncle and aunt?" ask Arun.
Aran got rid of his tablet computer, stored the flat object in a bag that became the barrier between the two of them.
"Arun, I'm not interested in receiving help from anyone who claims that they can help me. All I can count on is myself" replied Aran firmly.
"Yourself or Grandpa's support?" asked Arun while laughing sarcastically.
Aran was speechless while returning Arun's skeptical gaze.
"Aran, I really feel very disappointed in you, if it turns out that the competition he said was predicted to have a high level of justice but was only a formality" said Arun.
"I really can't accept if that's what's going to happen" Arun continued.
"Arun, enough! I don't want to argue with you! You just show me the best results of what you've done without making baseless accusations" Aran said.
"Haha, baseless accusations?!" Arun laughed again.
"Arun, I really don't want us to meet just to argue and accuse each other!" sergeant Aran.
"Hmm, yeah, yeah, I'm not accusing you. I only convey what I have heard directly from my uncle and aunt" said Arun.
Aran again raised a skeptical gaze, clearly drawn on his face.
"Hey, lend me your suit!"
Arun forcibly opens the suit attached to Aran's body.
"Hey! Oi! Why do you have to borrow my suit? " Aran held Arun's hand.
"Once you go, lend it! I don't have time to go home! I even took a bath in the minimarket, haha!"
Aran again threw a skeptical look at Arun who managed to strip him of his suit.
"I borrowed your shoes!"
Arun pulls Aran's foot and takes off the shiny shoes that Aran was wearing.
"Hey! What the fuck are you?!" sergeant Aran.
Both of his shoes had already been successfully stripped Arun without a fight. Aran is unlikely to fight Arun, while in the front seat there is a driver who watches many times from the rearview mirror.
"Haha! It's a good thing we have the same body size!"
Arun laughs after wearing Aran's shoes.
"Oh yeah, one more thing, lend me this car!" arun's orders.
"Jeez Arun! What the fuck are you?!" complained Aran.
"Arun! You lost all the facilities from Grandpa because of yourself! And it's all for your own good!" aran toilet.
"Huh, if only you weren't so presumptuous as to interfere in my personal affairs, I guess I'd be fine!" sahut Arun's.
The car pulled over and stopped at a crossroad. Aran and his driver got out of the car.
"I'll return your car when I get my grandfather's inheritance!" tukas Arun while waving his hand.
The car immediately rolled away, away from Aran's sight.
"Based on a madman!" furious Aran.
Arun chuckled while driving the luxury car. He was forced to lose all the facilities provided by his grandfather, ranging from credit cards, apartments, to cars because of Aran.
"You really have to feel what I feel too, Aran, hmm, hmm!" Arun hummed cheerfully.
...*****...
Meanwhile, Viona has just arrived at the courtyard of a five-star hotel that hosts the wedding reception of her high school friend. Actually Viona is reluctant to come, but Memel, the true friend forces.
Memel immediately welcomed Viona's arrival.
"Thank God you came! C'mon fast! Inside are many handsome men to meet!"
Memel was so enthusiastic, given that they were both single and had no partner.
"Mel, how do I look? Do I look neat?"
"Hihi, you look even more like taking a job interview than you are going to the fair!" Memel giggled amusedly.
"Hey, I just got home from work, so please!" viona Sahut.
"Yes, a, well, thanks for taking the time," Memel still chuckled.
Viona's steps came to a standstill, pulled straight away and hooked her arm to Memel's arm.
"Mel, he can't possibly come, right?" whispered Viona.
"Him?" Eyebrow Memel wrinkled.
Viona nodded quickly, hoping that the person she was referring to understood Memel immediately without needing to mention his name. Viona already hates that person and hopes they will never meet again until anytime.
"Oh, that one?!" Memel chuckled back. "Vio, you take it easy, that Anu has disappeared from Earth civilization! It seems like he may have already lived on another planet! There was no news or anyone knew where he was now" Memel explained the information he knew.
Viona heaved a sigh of relief, at least she did not need to worry because there was a possibility of meeting again with the person they were talking about.
Viona has a bad memory of that person and she tries to forget that memory, burying it deep down to the bottom of the heart.
In the ballroom that has been decorated with the theme of spring, all the flowers blooming decorate the room to make the eyes stunned, Viona met with familiar faces that once filled her High School.
Understandably, the owner of Hajatan was once the chairman of OSIS which is very popular in schools. No doubt the wedding reception became a place for an impromptu reunion.
Somehow Viona felt inferior when she saw her friends who now look successful. Even when looking at the collection of girls who used to be so popular, now it looks more attention-grabbing.
One of the popular girls was named Mira.
"Eh, wait, if it's not wrong, you're Viona right?" ask Mira.
"I-iya, hi Mira," replied Viona clumsily.
"Oh, you're Viona, her true love.oh hey, Sutopo! Here is your true love!"
Mira exclaimed as she waved at a man.
The figure of the man who instantly made Viona riveted, hammered, and sculpted on the spot.
...*****...