My (Ex) Boyfriend's
Twenty-two
Since his body was filled with injuries, Selsa just lay on the bed and accompanied by a few pieces of fruit on the nightstand next to him. Actually this is too much according to Selsa, because the woman can still walk even though a little trained. Selsa can still move even though it is not so smooth, but Fabian limits everything. The man showed how overprotective he was by hiring a few domestic assistants to take care of Selsa as well as some Bodyguards to guard around his apartment. Please, this is just a little accident Selsa might have accidentally done, but Fabian was exaggerating and being this seprotective.
"Mbak Santi I can be alone, mending mbak Santi cook for Fabian later." Selsa was careless and sultry to see Santi - Fabian's new domestic assistant - just keep being around her. Not nothing, every movement seemed to be all recorded by Santi and ready to be reported by Fabian. One thing to know, Selsa is very uncomfortable and somewhat unable to adjust when in a scope with new people; including Santi.
"No Non I'm afraid of being scolded mas Bian, let me help you walk."
If only he had more courage, Selsa would have snatched away the sleeping lamp and threw it at Santi. Selsa is really annoyed with a woman named Santi, after all Fabian is also why everyone is looking for a domestic assistant. "Mbak Santi believes the fucker's talk? You believe me that I'm okay, Fabian is too much." His frowns.
"Bian mas reasons like this may not want bad things to happen to Non Selsa. Ma'am saw that Bian mas loved Non Selsa very much." Look how bright Santi is with a distinctive speech accent. The woman who was always braided in two who was about the age of reaching the head of four, spoke as if she knew everything. But on the other hand Selsa also felt sorry for the reason that Santi worked, because of the bad economy, as well as other reasons about her husband who was drunk and liked to play women.
"What is it anyway? I've been cooking, I just want to go to the living room."
"Alright Non then I cook first yes, if there is anything just scream Non."
Finally, with a little trick Selsa walked towards the living room, sitting down in a long dark sofa. His hand reached for the television remote and began to operate it. While waiting for Fabian to come home from work, it happened that the wall clock showed at five in the afternoon, Fabian must be coming soon. Think Selsa.
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Hustle and bustle of Jazz rhythm sounds good in the ears of anyone who is in the big room. The nuance is all white; symbolizing purity, invited guests are also required to wear white clothes. Some types of flowers are installed neatly with a piece of cloth that adds to the full impression, anyone who sees it will certainly feel envious.
Two different human children of this type with a friendly entering the building area, the hand of the woman holding the friendly man, if colleagues see surely many who think this is the real bride. How not, the appearance of the woman is stunning and attracts the interest of the opposite sex. A long white dress with three-quarters arms, a large black ribbon on the woman's right shoulder. While the man wore a white tuxedo as well as his pants, his hair was flipped back showing his smooth forehead plus the smell of atar water is so expensive to enter the smell of people around him.
"Congratulations Cleo, Rafi, last until death do you part."
"Thank you Nadia, by the way you're not with Renald? And this is what your new boyfriend is?." The bride's parasites were ridiculing, observing Nadia with a man endlessly and as if mocking Nadia's tastes were too low. Ah Cleo did not know who the man really was, if she knew that maybe her lips immediately clenched and did not manage to say a word.
"W-what? Em-no, she-"
The man clasped his hand, Cleo replied with a laugh, "I'm his new lover! Introduce me Narendra Fabian Arta Wardhana." Fabian said that made Cleo pattern and automatically release the hand. Damn, losing competitiveness of himself with Nadia.
"Waw, did you get Wardhana Nad's offspring? It's so great, it's worth it that you throw Renald out and pick a clear one like this."
"Cle stop such unimportant speech. I was lazy to look for it and once again survived. Fabian and I are allowed to enjoy the party." Nadia pulls Fabian away from Cleo and her husband. Stop at a table that contains some kind of dish that is deliberately served to some guests.
Fabian observed Nadia who put on an annoyed face. Many times the woman snorted and clenched her hands. "So that's Renald's ex-girlfriend? Are you stupid or what, Nad? You shouldn't have come, that one bastard doesn't care."
"Renald is busy Fab, and he has promised to return to Indonesia to marry me."
"Nad why does it feel like I don't believe that son of a bitch's talk? Just part with him." Fabian thinks Renald is serious with Nadia. Briefly, exchanging news, Fabian felt it was important and Renald never once gave news to Nadia who had been waiting in Indonesia. What a bastard Fabian wants to destroy.
"Keep if I part, who will be my lover? You?" Nadia repeated the words a while ago.
"Without your lover won't die Nad, let go of the wrong man."
Nadia raised her hand indifferently, stopping at Fabian's arm and humping it a few times before it came off. "Have not argued my friend's way, by the way you're handsome once tonight." The compliments show a gulali smile.
"Obviously, when was Fabian never good-looking? Fabian was always destined to be handsome at all times under any circumstances. But by the way, you're pretty too tonight, hoping Ronald is here, huh?" Talk to Jemawa. Well this is what Nadia wants to eliminate from Fabian's personality, is really narcissistic.
"Yes, I was always pretty. Stop talking about Renald, I might die with the longing I've been waiting for." Sickly flow.
Fabian smiled for a while, his hand embracing Nadia's shoulder braced. Honestly Fabian wants to be angry and ask Nadia to release Renald, but he should not be lodged with his ego which ends up hurting Nadia. However Renaldlah who loved Nadia, Renaldlah wanted Nadia and Renaldlah Nadia's dream that is always offered in prayer to be real. "Finished the show let's have a drink, it feels like I haven't had a drink with you for a long time."
"Yes-yes tonight we spend time together, until morning if we can."
And Fabian forgot an appointment that was made tomorrow; went home quickly, gave his heart a consultation with a doctor and continued to watch some cinema with dim lights in the apartment he had prepared. Fabian did not realize that now his heart was waiting there, with a feeling of uneasiness and a little taste of weather.
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Selsa took the right attitude by silencing Fabian. At dawn Selsa woke up from her sleep and immediately moved towards the dining table displaying some completely untouched side dishes, shouting Santi's name to have him throw away some completely untouched food. "I think it's stale, please just throw it away or give it to the neighbor's cat." That was the order that Santi was able to handle.
Finished improving himself, Selsa only busied himself with playing mobile phones even though his mind continued to pivot on Fabian. Tens or even thousands of calls he lay and it seems that the Wardhana child has not yet raised him. What's wrong with Fabian? Tumben didn't come home all night and ignored Selsa's message.
"Just look if you go home, I'll make sure the cyanide is mixed in your coffee."
Damaging pillows, biting and punching in annoyance, Selsa felt like looking for where Fabian was now; if his legs could run smoothly. Unfortunately his feet are still stumbling when walking and some swearing he lay for the Wardhana child who does not know himself. Selsa had waited all night for his return, but there was no sign of anything as bright as an eye.
Busy with her own assumptions, Selsa's attention is distracted by the open door; featuring Fabian with her disheveled face, walking over to Selsa. Her face was smiling, but Selsa believed it to be a forced smile. Selsa saw a tired look on Fabian's handsome face at this time. What happened, and what happened to Fabian last night?
"Good morning baby, sorry I didn't come home last night."
Deg.
His heart almost slipped from its place. Finished Fabian peeked his forehead short, Selsa's olfactory was stabbed by the smell of alcohol from Fabian's breath. The question is, what happened to Fabian? Did Fabian play with a bitch last night?
The man sat on the bed next to him - with a face watching Selsa's irritated face. "Why is your face upset like that? Did I do anything wrong?."
"No, it's just like yesterday I heard someone say that I want to go home sooner from the office, want to accompany me to consult with the Doctor and then watch some cinema with a dim light. But he forgot" he said, not seeing Fabian at all. His hands were busy playing with cell phones.
"Dear, forgive me. Last night my friend celebrated his success and we partied there." Okay, this is the umpteenth lie, when Fabian finished spending time with Nadia. For this time alone, after this Fabian would not lie anymore; his promise was deep in heart.
"By not telling me and ignoring my call, dear?" The emphasis of the word dear Selsa explain. Mocking and putting on an indifferent face. Silencing Fabian was not that easy.
"Yes I'm sorry, promise after this will tell you first." Fabian.
Selsa breathed an annoyed breath, placed the phone in the middle of the place and highlighted Fabian sharply. "You know, because you didn't come home because Santi threw away a lot of food that Fab hadn't touched at all. I also feel sorry for Santi's mother who has worked so hard to make it for us."
"Honey, Santi's working and I'm paying for it, so yeah it's normal and commonplace." Fabian rubbed his face in frustration, just because Santi Selsa scolded him? This is not really a funny thing.
"You are so happy to underestimate others, Fab, at least appreciate people who have worked hard to prepare food for you."
Fabian walked towards Selsa, his head moving closer to Selsa. "I don't want to quarrel with you, I want to kiss you now."
His activity stopped when the two tiny hands adorned his face. Sticking there and giving the distance between his face and Selsa. "There will be no kisses for today and tomorrow! You must have been drunk last night and I didn't like kissing with alcohol-flavored lips."
"Why are you so sensitive today? You have a guest?."
"Why and if not why? Get your body cleaned up and have Santi make you breakfast."
Fabian snorted bitterly, leaving Selsa who perched sweetly in bed. His legs were kicked back and then to Walk in Closet accompanied by a loud door blow. Selsa giggled amusedly in her place, "Happy to enjoy your annoyance Fabian." Laughing with satisfaction.
