The Romance After Marriage
3.6 | A : Ezra & Its Decision

Ezra -

The phone connection just disconnected. A movie casting call with a famous director was waiting for me in plain sight. Shouldn't I be happy with this news?

But strangely enough, I sat on the bed, stunned myself.

When I looked, I picked up the paper again. Look at the invitation that is now in hand. A wry smile followed after. I snorted softly, it should be after the good news that there will be congratulations that are always able to make me smile. There should be a happy laugh afterwards... Should have... Should have...

My chest suddenly felt claustrophobic considering Kyra's attitude yesterday that seemed to have sincerely left me.

I hit my chest that was unceasingly claustrophobic alone. Efforts to get me back to breathing normally. This tightness was excruciating, moreover, losing her figure by my side was now what made me even more tormented.

"Stupid,"

"Stupid,"

"Gue is stupid" I mean to myself. "Even to the end he doesn't know my true feelings..." Overshipped.

Then I looked at the ceiling. I realized that my pain would mean nothing more. Because I'm too late!

"How can I change your figure, Ra..."

The girl who had always stood beside me, supporting everything I did, being positive with her sweet smile and her laughter that always made opium. The best supporter I've ever had, but now I can't be mine.

I have lost him completely...

So is this a reply to my inaction as Delvin said that day?

[...]

*Three days ago, 16.34 WIB.*

Right after I did my afternoon routine that I could not miss, which was exercising, Delvin suddenly contacted me via direct call. His phone came in, and without further ado he asked me to meet him who was coming in 10 minutes at my house. Exactly he wants to play at my house, that's normal. It's just that the strange thing is the tone of his firm speech that then makes me think negatively.

I frowned. Suddenly I remembered Kyra's face, for whatever reason I remembered her shoulder. Maybe it was because I used to hear the curses of the two of them after they fought each other. Given that now my forehead wrinkles turned into a smile. So, what kind of story am I going to hear this time? Delvin's a prank or Kyra's a whiny??

From : Delvin

I'm otw. Lo in front?

Sent at 16.40 WIB

To : Delvin

Yeah, I'm waiting in front.

Sent at 16.40 WIB

The hot body temperature due to exercise makes me sit tired with breath gasping at the edge of the home garden is located. Sipping the mineral water in the bottle that I had previously taken from inside the house. It's not new anymore I exercise in front of the house. Almost every afternoon I always take the time to maintain my body fitness. However, my current profession demands that I be like this.

I smiled suddenly. Somehow I could even imagine Kyra's face with her encouraging words that have been ringing in my brain for years.

"The Spirit of Bang Ezra! Bang Ezra could be a famous actor!" He said with a smile.

Then one day he said, "I always doain so that Bang Ezra can play a good role in order to win the Citra Cup!"

That word sounds cheap. Anyone can say it. But I think his version is the most sincere among all the people who have spoken to me.

Kyra, she has always been the best supporter. Even when I was just debuting and acting, she said, "Now Bang Ezra has fans, but Kyra is still the number one Bang Ezra fan!" he said while laughing.

Like magic that somehow works, all of its sentences have become dopamine, which always supplies me with positive energy.

"Tin, tin!"

The sound of the car horn blew my daydream about Kyra. My smile that was still expanding receded instantly. I looked to the side. Delvin got out of his car in his typical casual suit but looked more tidy than usual he only wore plain shirts and shorts.

I stood up to welcome him. "Where are you going?"

"Solve business," he answered briefly which made me nod.

"So you have business?" I cringe. "Why don't you meet me after your business is over? I'm afraid it's important."

Delvin shakes. I disagree with what I just said. "Nothing is more important than my business as you are now."

His stern answer made me think hard. He who usually always talk casually with a joke to me suddenly turned serious like this of course immediately irked me in an unusual assumption.

"Here," He suddenly handed me a thick piece of paper with a very special scratch of ink.

"This...?" I cringed, but still accepted it.

And how surprised I was to see it. A wedding invitation paper bearing the clear names of two people I know very well!