Tease Om Om
Syafira's Cry.

It's been a week since that incident. Syafira chooses to be quiet and does not care about Victor. Whether what was stored in the man's heart and mind, Syafira chose not to care.

Not without reason, it's clear Victor just hangs his feelings. After all he does not want to be married right now, Syafira just wants a confession that Victor has a love for her. Admit that Victor loved her as a woman. Not love him as a sister or as a family member who always mentioned him all this time.

Syafira, not an SD child who can be fooled just like that. Instead of forgetting Victor, Syafira just needs time alone to look for answers and not too imposing feelings. Not expecting Victor to return his love.

Although always looking moody and silently shed tears, Syafira tried to be strong. Not telling Aleta his heartbreak. His friend could already guess what was going on. It must have something to do with the Om.

Even so with Victor, he chose to delay and save his feelings. Maybe if the time is right the man will just convey his feelings for Syafira.

Pri was preoccupied with the birthday of his son who stayed one week away. His ex-wife will also be home soon. After a long discussion. Victor finally managed to persuade Elena to attend Xander's fifth birthday pickle.

Shafira was sitting in the corridor. A little avoid Aleta, because her best friend will definitely ask about her change in attitude in one week.

“If there is a problem you can tell, by sharing the burden in your heart will also decrease,” Aleta whispered while sitting next to Syafira.

Syafira looked at Aleta for a few seconds, before the eyes returned to her screen and shifted them around at random. Still always stalking Instagram accounts owned by Natasha and Elena. The two women, he made rivals and only he himself knew.

“What is this about Om Victor?” guess Aleta. He was sure his guess was right. And Aleta just wants to be a sharing place for Syafira. He was sure very well if no other rang would care about Syafira other than himself and Arsyan. With Arsya, Syaira is not so close.

“Iya, it's about Om Victor!” she said with a down. Hinting at Aleta would walk with her towards the park. In a place that is too crowded it will tell everything. Fill his heart, and what happened that night.

Now they sit under the cherry trees. Sitting on a garden chair, which was quite quiet. Understand that the lecture hours are over, many students have gone home.

Aleta looked to the right and to the left. Make sure no one asks Syafira again.

“Say what's wrong? What's been making you sad all this time? I haven't seen the Syafira I know in a long time!” cerca Aleta's. He just wanted to ease the sadness of his best friend.

“What Om Victor wrong? Or did you make a mistake?” Looking at Aleta he wants to know what really happened.

“I'm wrong, I love people who don't love me,” said Syafira who immediately embraced Aleta. He poured out his sorrow in the arms of his friend.

From a distance of not less than ten meters. Arsyan sees Syafira who is crying, he tries to steal by to find out why the girl he loves is crying. And finally, he knew that Victor the one who had taken Shafira was grieved to the point of crying.

“Have not cried,” persuade Aleta to continue hugging and patting Syafira on the back.

“Didn't I look pathetic, when she didn't ask me for news and cared about me at all, I still really liked and expected it?” syafira asked with a sob.

Yes, Syafira who has just felt first love, acts according to the heart. No matter the logic.

“You need to contact him, you need Om Victor! You need him to pay for college, you also need monthly money from him. You should contact him first Sya!” talk to Aleta again. It's not that he doesn't want to borrow money, which he knows. Syafira just has to keep communicating with Victor.because here is the man who acts as the guardian and who will take full responsibility in case something happens with Syafira.

“No, I will work part time only! I'd rather lose sleep than I lose veins of shame!” Syafira breaks down the embrace. He wiped the tears that wet his cheeks.

“You sure?”

“Yes, I'd like to accept Arsyan's offer to work at the cafe!” Syafira was determined. Begging for love is better than begging for money in the presence of Victor.

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