I'm Not a Bet
Miscomprehension

Tristan just finished locking the BEM room. Suddenly, Cellyn came to him.

"Tan..," said Cellyn trying to say quietly.

"Why are you still here?" Tristan just Cuek and walked away trying to avoid the woman.

"And wait, you really don't have a relationship is it the same with him?" he was still curious about that one.

Tristan turned to look at Cellyn. "It's none of your business, and you want me to date anyone no matter you, because we've been and will never have a relationship again. Suck it!" tristan said affirming his words.

Cellyn won't lose. "So you're actually dating her?" he said half scream. " And ...." Cellyn took out her phone, she showed some photos of Tristan and Arindi in the park near Arindi's apartment the time of the incident from the circuit at that time.

"So you've been this instant like him? This is Arindi's apartment, right?" Cellyn raised her phone towards Tristan.

Tristan was shocked to see the photo. "Is there a photo secretly? But who? What purpose? Wait.. this number..," Inner Tristan.

Tristan felt strange, then he looked at the phone number of the sender of the picture message on Cellyn, he memorized the number in his heart.

"Lo know this isn't your business? So don't come near me or Arindi anymore" replied Tristan coldly. "Gue doesn't care about this." He also brushed off Cellyn's hand.

Tristan leaves Cellyn. Hatred and malice were piling up in Cellyn's heart. He hates Arindi for no reason. His obsession with Tristan turned into an inflamed hatred.

"Lo changed Tan, so you really like ja**** that?" cellyn muttered in emotion.

His tone became cold, his joy became vengeful now. He felt a change in the man, he could see how Tristan looked at Arindi.

...----------------...

Tristan just finished dinner. He sat in the gazebo behind his house. He hugged his guitar, strummed it, he looked up at the reflection of the moonlight in the pool water in front of him.

"Arindi couldn't have sent that message."

"But if it's not him, who?"

"Obviously that's his phone number?"

His mind raged at the thought of the message that Celyn had received this afternoon. He believed that Arindi could not do that, but he did not know who could slander Arindi.

"And those pictures...."

"Wait for the photo to be sent from a different number, but whose number, I like to squirm...." Tristan muttered to himself.

He rushed out his cellphone from his pants pocket. He almost forgot the number. Then Tristan rushed to type the number he memorized last afternoon on his phone. A name came out on his screen, meaning that the number was stored in his contact book.

"Watch?" Tristan was shocked to find out who owned the number.

"He sent that photo to Cellyn?"

"But why Anggi...?"

A name that was never expected to appear. Thousands of questions filled Tristan's mind at this moment. He was completely inexhaustible over all of these events. Of the many why should Anggi. This really bothered Tristan's mind

...----------------...

That night Arindi sat on her apartment couch, hugging her sofa pillow. He just fell silent. There was still a painful part in the corner of his heart.

"Lu why is it? Tumben, kettleen your salak seeds?" said Nadine who was eating instant noodles next to Arindi.

"Why is this baby?" Vivian chimed in because Arindi never gave an answer.

Arindi took a deep breath. Making his two best friends just look at each other.

"Why Rin?" vivian

"It hurts," Arindi's voice shrieked.

"It hurts???" nadine and Vivian shouted at the same time.

"Lu sick?" Nadine repeated her words.

"Arin's sick? What pain? Which part hurts." Vivian approached Arindi.

"Here." Arindi pointed to her left chest.

"Highs? Arin's heart hurts? Nad how ni Nad," Vivian's face began to stiffen.

"Well, I don't know, rush to see a doctor deh Rin." Nadine replied.

"My heart hurts Ogeb," said Arindi hugging tightly on her soft pillow.

The two friends looked at each other again. They still have not caught the meaning of Arindi's words.

"Heart?" muttered Nadine, he pressed his own chest to confirm where the heart was. "Ah ga ga... It's not really this... This is not your usual rich Rin, try a real story,"

Vivian just nodded, saying yes, Nadine said. Before long Arindi also took her phone, she showed me a message that was sent to Cellyn from her phone. Nadine and Vivian extended their necks closer and read the contents of the message.

"Ga might be you, right?" Vivian is in a frenzy.

"Well, how long have we been in office, you believe this is the cave that sent?" Arindi covered her head with a pillow, she felt so powerless now.

Nadine and Vivian shook their heads together, rejecting Arindi's statement, they knew Arindi would not do such a lowly thing.

"But how can this message be sent from your phone? That's why I often say that you need a key" asked Nadine.

"Yes this is actually Arin who sent but someone else who type and send use hp lu. Try you inget when you ninggalin hp you?" vivian started to smell something wrong.

"That's not possible" tepis Arindi.

"What could possibly be dear?" nadine was curious.

"Ok Rin tells as much detail as possible. Vivi and Nadine are going to hear the story first."

"Geez guys, I'm a bludgeon hp me for a long time, a clash of doang, just as I print down, anyways above there is only Anggi's brother, Dodi the same Ratih. They might not be. Brother Anggi is kind, cheerful, Dodi same Ratih is not possible too." Arindi explained the circumstances back then.

"The most delectable crus sits the same lo?" search Vivian.

"Partly yes Rin, today thieves also wear suits like a tie kok Rin, can not be distinguished again, yes Vi," said Nadine.

Arindi answered weakly. "Yaaa's just Anggi's biggest brother, but that's not possible, he's a baek."

"Kaalo Celyn kaya is not possible, right? How do you think Vi?" ask Nadine later.

"Ga may be Cellyn deh Nad. Only three people are possible."

"But Nad, Vi can't be them, why try?"

"Ga there's no way Rin, now it's probably the three of them, who knows Celyn's number the most and who knows her number?" Nadine still rejects Arindi's opinion about the three people.

"Where I know, I only know that Anggi's brother is quite close to Celyn," replied Arindi was getting tired.

"Do you know where they come from?" cecar Nadine who seemed to find a bright spot.

"Yaaah malem I wound it, Anggi brother who brought Celyn home, and they seem to have known walopun not familiar anyway," explained Arindi.

"Wait a minute, why did you leave your seat?"

"Geez Vi, I told you, it's because Anggi brother asked me to print documents, he had to rush home because he hurt," explained Arindi

"Vivi's sure something's wrong with this Rin."

"Iyya, yes you have mending rest first, Vi yuk is home," asked Nadine to Vivi.

"but Nad, we're not done yet... Vivi hasn't...."

"Ult ah yuk home." Nadine scratches Vivian's hand forcibly. Because Arindi is tired of just being disappointed because of the abandonment of her best friend. He was tired, never even this late.

...----------------...

In the elevator.

"Nad, why did he come home? We have to comfort Arindi, Rasya is busy, if not us who will entertain him?"

"God, I have a plan, you are sleeping this mall, tomorrow there is something we have to investigate" replied Nadine.

"What the hell does that mean, don't understand me...." Vivian was confused.

"Tomorrow you'll come."

"Where is Nad, why try?" Vivian is confused.

" Don't bring it up."

"Ok, it's up to you."

Nadine has a plan to help her best friend, she has a bad feeling this time.

...----------------...

Arindi was still not asleep, she just lay down trying to close her eyes. The pain made her tired but also made her unsettled. He wanted to sleep but his eyes closed.

Suddenly his phone rang, a call came in from Tristan.

"Why did he call? hah.. most want to be angry again. Really males. Why do you call too?" that was what Arindi thought back then, as usual she easily deduced something.

Bewoo!

Arindi deactivated her hp. He doesn't want to hear anything Tristan says now. His cold gaze earlier this afternoon was enough for Arindi to pervert what Tristan would say if he called her.