
Romi, Aril, Bela and Ela finally arrive in Bali. They are looking for a hotel where they stay. After finding a hotel that suits their wishes they finally decided to take a break.
The next day they just started walking around the city of Bali. They walk along Kuta beach while enjoying the beauty of nature.
After tired of walking, they decided to sit on the edge of the beach while enjoying the young coconut.
"Nih Mas" Bela gave the young coconut in his hand.
"Oh yes, thank you Bel" greeted Aril.
Aril glanced at Bela. Since arriving in Surabaya I feel there is something different with Bela. Is my feeling too much. I feel Bela is more attentive now. At this time it is not an official office event but we are free events and holidays. How does Bela keep serving all my needs? ask Aril in my heart.
"Now we are in Bali. Then where's your honeymoon going?" ask Aril to Romi.
"What's definitely on the donk Bro bed" Romi replied quickly.
"Ih this Mas" Ela reflex hit Romi.
"Hahaha.aklum El has been a long time ago. So the turn is halal immediately" said Aril.
Romi laughed back at Aril.
"The two of you are the same" said Bela.
"His name is also we are both former Casanova" Aril replied.
"Lho Aril, Romi are you here too?" greet a woman.
Sontak Romi, Aril, Bela and Ela glanced towards the source of the sound.
"Sintia" said Romi and Aril.
"Why don't you tell me you want to come here? He said to Surabaya?" sintia asked looking at Aril.
"Romi brought me here so yeah, enjoy the holidays. I didn't expect to see you here" replied Aril.
"Yuk Sin, join us" somewhat Romi.
Sintia sits between Aril and Bela
"Who are you here with?" ask Romi.
"Just my secretary, our company is doing a project here" replied Sintia.
"Where is your secretary crus? Dare to walk alone" asked Aril.
"The hotel where I stayed was close by so I walked around for a while here. From far away I saw you that's why I'm samperin here" Sintia replied as she pointed to the hotel where she was staying
Bela's face turned cloudy again and she became silent a thousand languages.
"Lho same donk. We also stayed there" welcome Romi.
"Oh yes.wah did not expect to be very accurate yes" Sintia blinked one eye at Romi and Aril.
"Then you're busy tonight, aren't you?" ask Aril.
"Later tonight? Mmmm..it seems like my business is done" replied Sintia.
"How about we have dinner together?" bring Aril.
"Can" welcome Sintia.
"Yes, I'll tell you tonight that we'll have dinner together" Aril replied.
"Bak Sintia wants a drink?" ask Bela try to be friendly.
Bela ordered one more drink for Sintia.
"How long have you been here?" ask Aril.
"Tomorrow at noon I have returned to Jakarta" said Sintia.
"Fastly" said Romi.
"Yes, the day after I had a meeting with a client in Jakarta" replied Sintia.
Before long Sintia drinks come and they chat lightly while enjoying the beauty of Kuta beach. After finishing drinking Sintia return to the hotel because she has an appointment with a client in this city.
After Sintia, Romi invites others to continue their journey to other attractions that are no less beautiful.
They walked to Tanah Lot in Bali to enjoy the sunset. Romi and Aril take Bela and Ela to the best place to watch the sun set.
After they finished, they rushed back to the hotel because they had agreed to have dinner with Sintia. But before returning Aril went to look for a toilet.
Bela who had met Sintia seemed upset to unconsciously follow Aril from behind. It was not noticed by Ela and Romi.
Aril who felt being followed immediately turned around and how surprised he was when he saw Bela who was behind him.
"Lho Bel, what are you doing here?" asked Aril confused.
"Mh.. Maaas" called Bela with a face of despair.
"What's the Bel? You sick?" ask Aril to worry.
Bela shook her head then suddenly her tears just fell.
"Bel you why?" tanya Aril was getting worried.
Aril immediately invited Bela to sit in the park and tried to calm her down.
"M.. Mas Aril would like to sleep with Sintia Ma'am later tonight?" ask Bela.
Aril was surprised to hear Bela's question.
"Where do you know?" asked Aril curiously.
"Sorry Mas, I overheard Mas talking to Mas Romi. Does Aril like Sintia? Is Aril really forgetting me?" bela asked still crying.
Aril smiled inwardly, he knew what Bela was currently thinking. He had a chance to change his mind and asked Romi how to propose to a girl. He once proposed to Bela and failed. He did not want to fail a second time.
"Mas Aril is so happy, why so soon Mas can forget me. Though... whereas. a. I. I. began to love Mas Aril. If Mas Aril and Mbak Sintia get married then who am I? Why would Mas Aril leave me alone" Bela nangis sobbed.
Aril couldn't resist his urge not to touch Bela. Aril wiped away the tears dripping down Bela's cheek and clasped Bela's hand to calm her down.
"You may be too tired now Bel to be unconscious to talk like that" said Aril pura - pura did not expect even though in the heart was cheering.
"Mas is wrong, at this time I am very aware and completely aware of my feelings for Mas Aril. All this time I was used to Mas's attention so I was confused by my own feelings. But after Mas moved away and I saw Mas starting to get close to Mbak Sintia. I feel lonely and alone. I miss the old Mas Aril who was always cheerful and always there for me. Only then did I realize that the existence of Mas Aril meant a lot to me. I. I don't want to lose Mas Aril. Maybe I'm evil, Mas, when Mas has set the heart to propose to Mbak Sintia I even damage it. But now that I don't care, than to remain silent and regret my stupidity for a lifetime I'd rather fight to get Mas Aril's day back. At least I've tried and I won't regret anything anymore" Bela said.
Aril smiled back in his heart. But he didn't want to ruin his plan. This is not the right time.
"Already Bel. You calm down first yes.. We can talk about this later at the hotel. I'm not planning on applying for Sintia tonight so you don't have to worry. It's the night we go back to the hotel. Let's think about this - well. Later if Mas is sure, Mas will answer your question at this time. We go back to the car yuk, Romi and Ela are waiting for us" Aril asked.
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