The False Lover the Culun
Chapter 29. Reunion preparation

Silence is an option when tired of saying hello.

Silence becomes an option when there are no more words that can be said.

Silence is an option when you are no longer able to express your feelings.

Silence is an option so that no one gets hurt.

But what if silence is only part of the pretense.

Pretend if everything is okay just because you don't want another heart to hurt.

Pretending that everything is fine but deep down inside the heart feels so excruciating as the old pieces of wounds are again eroded.

It's so painful to remember everything that happened.

It is very difficult every time you have to hide the crying behind the laughter.

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# SHERINA POV #

I repeatedly read the reunion invitation from El-Fatih High School sent by Nayla through the chat application on my phone. And many times I had to take a deep breath and exhale it again.

I wondered if I should attend the reunion or not. Then if I choose to attend, do I have to appear as Sherina Si Culun or Sherina the beautiful lecturer idol of the students.

“It looks like I've contracted the soul of narcissism Harsya,” I mumbled.

I don't know how long I've been daydreaming, which I certainly didn't realize since when Gibran was in my room and how long he's been sitting at my desk.

“Gosh ... You startled me,” my cry.

“You?” repeat with a frowning.

Right too, I thought.

Instantly I realized that we were both currently inside the campus area. That means I'm just a grain of dust compared to Gibran, who is the chairman and owner of the campus where I make a living.

“Ma-sorry Dear Mr. Gibran El-Fatih,”. I end my greeting with a forced smile.

“That sounds better,” reply, “So are you coming?” he asked while tapping his fingers on my desk.

"Aw what?” ketus.

Suddenly Gibran screeched then grabbed the phone that had been in my grasp since. Then he pointed the screen right in front of my face.

“Still confused?” tanyakanya.

I shook my head after successfully seeing what appeared on my phone screen.

“So please, I can't be sure if I'll attend or not."

“Indeed why would the venerable Mr Gibran want to know about it?” my many.

The questioner simply put his shoulder to the ground without giving a clear answer.

Then in just seconds, my phone that Gibran had just put on the table suddenly rang.

Nayla's name was on her screen, making me frown.

Not because I wanted to know why Nayla called me, but I became suspicious when Gibran was smiling to himself.

The more suspicious when I saw him as if he was holding back a laugh..

“I suspect, my feelings are suddenly restless well ..” my monologue.

“Halo Nay .. a-“ I didn't even finish when Nayla, the woman who used to greet me softly, was shrieking in my ear.

“You equal Gibran?” peekit Nayla's.

“Who said?” I turned back with a sharp look towards Gibran.

"Of course you say!" nayla replied in annoyance.

It turns out this is what makes Gibtan since then continues to hold his laughter.

“What do you say!” his reply.

“When? I don't think I'm per-“ now I understand what that smile means.

Immediately I checked my message history with Nayla, and my frustration felt like it wanted to explode when I saw the reply Gibran sent to Nayla.

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⁇ ️ To: Nayla

Of course I'll be at the reunion, but I'm sorry I'm not going with you. Tonight I'm going with my girlfriend, Gibran.

Sorry, and I'll see you there.

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Immediately I got out of my place and now I stand in front of him with my hands on my waist.

“Dear Gibran sir!” I say with great emphasis in every word.

“Who allowed you to reply to Nayla's message?”

“You should thank me. I've helped you decide things that since morning keep you out of focus,” he replied as if everything he did was right.

There was no regret on his face after daring to harass my personal matters.

“Thank you for saying? I don't like my phone being seen by other people" I replied.

"Partly know where I've been since morning out of focus?” my many.

“If since morning you are normal, then there is no way I am here while my work piles up at the head office,” he explained.

“What's the connection?” My peek.

Suddenly I realized something. How could Gibran know what happened to me while he was in a different place? , my inner self.

“Don't tell me if you're watching me?” accuse me.

“I always keep what is mine, even though it is still a candidate,” he replied without guilt.

I can only cover my open lips with both hands.

Jeez .. My guess is right, I thought.

“If yes, no problem right?” tanyakanya.

There are no words I can say anymore, it feels like my lips are moaning. The swearing and swearing I had prepared for Gibran seemed to disappear from my brain.

Since when I became his candidate I don't know. It seems like I need to feel worried and wary about what will happen after this, I thought.

“Now let's go, we have to prepare to be the most perfect couple at the reunion,” Gibran said excitedly.

I could only take a deep breath and then exhale it roughly.

“But I still have to teach 2 more classes after this,” reject me.

Gibran was silent for a moment, I was relieved because I thought he had given up.

“Alright, I will wait for you to finish,” he said indifferently.

It turns out that even my attempts at lying did not work. How could he not know my schedule, if a little thing like me was so frivolous he knew.

“Honored Pak Gibran, are you so relaxed that you look for busyness by teasing me?” my many.

And once again I was flabbergasted in disbelief, with a nod of Gibran's head justifying my words.

“Then please give me busyness, please.”

I could only sigh at the behavior of the number 1 person in El-Fatih Insan excelled.

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I always lose to Gibran, my inner self.

This man always had 1001 reasons and ways to break down the barrier I built between us.

My focus right now should not be on romance, but how I can reopen my parents' accident case.

I don't want Gibran back in my life. Unfortunately, all of this is just my wish.

Evidently at this time I was forced to follow Gibran's desire to choose clothes together.

Gibran's plan, we'll use the clothes for the reunion later.

“Rin .... Sherina!” exclaiming Gibran broke my daydream.

“What are you thinking, hmm?” tanyakanya.

Once again Gibran managed to make my cheek blush, by way of one of his nackal hands that caressed my cheek with the back of his finger.

“Nothing,” replied as she brushed Gibran's hand against my cheek.

Without us knowing it, the romantic scene like a Korean drama just turned out to be witnessed by some boutique employees who had opened the door and were waiting for us to enter.

The corner of my eye narrowed when I realized that the boutique we were visiting today was owned by Mami Laila, Rafie's mother.

Why this boutique? my thinking.

"Why are there so many boutiques in Jakarta, why should you be here?" I finally got the courage to ask.

Gibran stopped his steps, looked at me deeply and brought his body closer like one who was about to whisper.

"You're Sherina's smart lady, without needing to explain you know why" she whispered right in my ear.

His breath even managed to make me crumble a little.

"Gibran, you are here .." said a woman who looked very surprised by the sight she had just seen.

And I realized, Gibran wasn't just a forger. He is also a sly man.

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