The Story Behind the Curtain
Their Meeting

Rafan was still standing staring out the window while imagining the face of his wife. Suddenly Rafan remembers Erli's words which were still his fiancee.

"Why do I just remember, hopefully Grenya still has his shop," he said softly as he grabbed his phone in his pants pocket.

The thin mustachioed man began to shift the contacts on his phone, looking for the name of his friend Grenya— when he was an apprentice.

Noon, is this really Brother Grenya? short message by Rafan.

So minutes Rafan waited for his message reply, but his friend still did not see the message.

"Have I got the wrong phone number?" rafan muttered softly while refuting his chin with his left hand.

His phone rang, as he looked at the screen with Grenya's name replying to the message he sent.

^^^Yes, Fan ... What's wrong? grenya answered.^^^

I thought you forgot about me. Do you still have a flower shop?

^^^Still, why? Want to buy flowers?^^^

Yeah, you know not the same flower that symbolizes our feelings toward people?

...Lo yes, if you talk rich only kindergarten. Tell me if you want to give flowers to your girlfriend! sergeant Grenya....

If you know, what else? Which flowers are suitable? Rafan tidied up the tie he was wearing.

...There's a lot, you want a flower cake where is Fan? Rose, Tulif or Carnation....

Which is suitable for girls who are brave, beautiful, kind and .... Rafan hangs his words in the message making Grenya confused plus curious.

...Basic peak! and what is we?...

Lupain's! According to you as a girl, what flower symbolizes true and sincere love?

...Sebel I'm the same, Fan! Choose the flowers you like! although only a short writing, Rafan can know that his friend is emotional....

I don't know what kind of flower, bulder.

^^^Jeez, I will give you a suitable flower photo. Your job is to just pick the bouquet!^^^

Okay, thanks Gre.

...Don't call me bulder! I'm not as big as I used to be!...

That name suits you, Gre.

After a few minutes Rafan's phone rang again, with his thumb he opened the password pattern on a flat object that was black visible notification message from Grenya— friends he asked about the bouquet of flowers.

"It seems to fit him." Nodding with a thin smile looking at the bouquet photo of his choice.

Still busy sliding up and down the screen to pick a bouquet of flowers, Rafan is startled by an employee who knocks on the door and enters informing about a guest who wants to see Rafan. Soon she put down her phone and walked out of the study

Rafan looked at the man curiously, quite calmly he asked the man's intentions and goals. Rafan had not yet asked the man sitting in front of him to start a conversation first.

"To the point. I came here to take away my rights that you have long taken!" xavier said softly while cutting the steak he ordered.

Suddenly Rafan was surprised to hear Xavier's words, Rafan's forehead shriveled and his eyes slightly sharpened.

"What right?" sahut Rafan fast.

Xavier took out a pack of cigarettes and a bat, hurriedly slipped the cigarette and lit it.

"Did you not recognize me?" xavier said as he smoked a cigarette, "the idea that should have him is not lo. And I have more right to lo, a mediocre person," he sneered in a low tone.

A right? What rights does he mean? rafan asked in his heart.

"Can you explain more specifically!" pinta Rafan with a firm tone.

Netra the two men meet each other and look Rafan's eyes are not as sharp as the man who is the same age as Erli—his wife whom he adores so much.

"Gue, the father of the child your wife conceived!" he nodded without hesitation.

So, this jerk is Xavier! People who have no conscience. Why can I forget this brash human face? Inner Rafan.

"Which one are you talking about?" This time Rafan spoke non-formally after learning the identity of the man he had been sitting with.

"Lo's not a fool. You already know the purpose of my conversation," he said more calmly, "gue wants you to divorce Erli and let him live with me, the person he used to love." Xavier put out his cigarette just above the meat he had just eaten.

Rafan glimpsed at the hand of Xavier who was still pressing Putung his cigarette, he was very well aware of the threat that Xavier made indirectly.

Erli's legitimate husband smiled obliquely at Xavier who came after their marriage occurred and the baby Erli was born in two months.

"Lo can't take my wife. If you want to try it! I'm sure—" Rafan hung his words while moving away from the private room.

"Low-humans!" cry Xavier while standing staring at Rafan's back.

"Gue is not the kind of guy who dumps people who give color to my life" Rafan said with a sharp eye glance.

"Fuck!" Xavier throws a steak knife at Rafan.