The Promise of a Lavender
A Reason

Part 4's

Fito continues to approach Arya, his business partner. From Arya, Fito gets important info about Dara. And since then Fito continues to pay attention to Dara in his way.

As of this afternoon, Fito was already in the cafe located one building with Arya's company. He reached for the phone he put on the table, then his fingers began typing a sentence and then he sent it to the number he was going to.

Fito was still staring at his phone, waiting for a reply to a message from someone he had once expected his presence. Five minutes, twenty minutes, even thirty minutes, Fito still did not get a reply. Fito then chooses to contact the person by phone, and the person refuses Fito's call.

Curiosity increasingly sagging, with a very long sense finally Fito contact Arya's office phone number and the phone was directly fixed on Dara.

"Why don't you pick up my phone, anyway, Ra?" ask Fito when the phone starts to connect.

"Sorry, I'm at work, Mr. Fito."

"It's twelve o'clock, Darling. Did you not have lunch?"

"No! Sorry, if there's no...." Not finished Dara continued his sentence, Fito immediately cut Dara's conversation.

"Come down now, or am I up?"

"Fit, I can't possibly find you. Our story is over, Fito!"

"Why? What is impossible? Come down now, or I'll scream and tell everyone that...."

"You're crazy, Fito!"

"You're driving me crazy, you're making me die and almost die, Dara!"

"Where are you?"

"Cafe, near the loby."

"Wait for me there!"

Fito then smiled with satisfaction, he managed to persuade Dara down to meet him. And not long after that woman actually came to meet Fito.

While Dara, she was surprised when a bowl of soto and a glass of lemon tea was presented at the table. Fito, he's still very upset about Dara's favorite menu.

"Sit down! don't dream about it."

"What do you need?"

"Eat first, let's talk carefully."

Carefully, Dara sat right in front of Fito. Dara did not dare to stare, she was only able to look down to hide her growing feelings.

"aaa... Open your mouth." Fito thrust a spoonful of rice in front of Dara.

"What the fuck, anyway, you, Fit?"

"Without eating."

Dara took her spoon from Fito's hand. However, Fito refused to give. Fito forced the rice into Dara's mouth. And after arguing for a while Dara finally opened her mouth.

...💞...

Fito looked at Dara who was enjoying her lunch, occasionally their eyes clashed against each other. Dara tried to be fair and cold, although in reality Dara warmed up. Not with Fito, he so enjoyed every second of his togetherness with Dara.

"What do you really want, Fit?" ask Dara.

"My news is good, as you saw," replied Dara flatly.

"Continue?" ask Fito curiously.

"How many years has your son been, Fit?" tanya Dara switched the conversation.

"Hmmm...." Fito gusar's.

"Why? Can't I know?"

"No, Ra. My wife refused to have children. She does not want to get pregnant and breastfeed. She said her breasts would sag if she breastfed. My marriage is five years old, and I've never felt like a real husband."

Dara listened to Fito's story carefully. Dara secretly felt compassion for the man who gave her many memories.

With your wife, you have no children. But, with me you have it. Mumbled Dara sad.

"Oh yeah, how old is your son, Ra?"

"Enambelas," Dara replied without a second thought.

"Enambles? Then you disappeared and you got married?"

Dara was aware of Fito's words that began to investigate, hurriedly looking for a reason to rectify his speech. And at the same time Dara's phone rang. At first glance Fito saw the wallpaper on Dara's phone, a photo of a little girl who is familiar in Fito's memory.

I've seen that face before, but where? Fito Gumam.

"Fit, sorry, I have to go upstairs. Thanks for lunch."

"When I talk again, yeah."

Dara smiled meaninglessly, then the girl left Fito alone.

...💞...

Time kept turning, and the days kept changing. Fito is still looking for reasons to get close to Dara. There are still many questions in the mind of Fito and Dara is still difficult to be examined. From his second meeting with Fito, Dara was more careful when answering Fito's questions, not infrequently he hung Fito's question without wanting to answer it.

That afternoon Fito felt bored spending the weekend just staying at home with a pile of memories that made him lonely. Fito decided to look for a book in Gramedia. Netra Fito stared at the row of neatly arranged books. However, his net was staring at a girl who was cool reading a thick book in his grasp. Fito felt familiar with that figure, a figure he loved so much. Yes, the girl was so similar to Dara when Dara was in the High School, and then Fito remembered Dara's cell phone wallpaper. Without hesitation, Fito approached the teenage girl.

"Excuse me, Deck. Tere Liye's fan, huh?" ask Fito base stale.

Fira raised her face for a moment. In his face the face of the man before him, then he seemed to think hard.

"Sorry, Om who, huh? Rich Fira's seen Om, but where, huh?"

"Known, Om's name, Fito. In the past, there was a school with a beautiful woman named Dara Amira Fatiyah. "

"Ohh, panties. Yes, Fira just remembered, Fira squirms Om on her school album Mama."

Fira and Fito, they were so familiar as if they had met before. Fira told me a lot, it was Fito's chance to find out more about Dara.

T. B. C

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