BLIND DATE
Chapters. 77

"I met Tristan" said Jenny who appeared at Ara's parents' house. He deliberately appeared because he wanted to know the news of his best friend.

"Tristan? You told him I was here?" It seems that this girl also wants to meet. Jenny was silent for a moment.

"No."

"Oh no yes ..." Ara is weakening. He feels disappointed.

"Tristan had asked you to cry or not when coming home from grandpa's house to the rental house."

"He's looking for me there?" asked Ara who was answered with a nod by Jenny. Ara bit her lips softly.

He was happy that the man was trying to find him. But back to his mind that thinks in reality.

"That means he's met Grandpa." Ara's head was bowed. Although Tristan was looking for him. Not that they can go back to how they were. No. gabe.

"He's gonna be in a match?" ask Jenny.

"Looks." Ara was like crying when she said this.

"Forget it if you can. Because he hasn't seen you in a few days. He didn't really mean it. You know rich people like that. Not easy, but just try." Right said Jenny. No more news from that guy. Ara smiled thinly.

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Petoks! Petoks!

The sound of chickens fighting in front of the backyard of Ara's house.

"Oh, this chicken .." said Ara gemes. He cringe. His intention was to dry clothes on the clothesline that lay there, but the rooster again gelut it inhibits it. So he could only wait with a bucket of wet clothes.

After fifteen minutes of waiting, finally the time of peace came. The two roosting roosters split. Ara remembered Tristan again. He sighed tired.

His love story is just a dream. It was like he had just woken up from sleep, the dream had vanished unceremoniously. What still feels is that kiss. Ara snorted if she remembered it. He makes his heart flower, and he is sad.

"Tristan sorry. I'm gonna miss you ..." There were tears at the end of her eyes. "Why mendrama once," taunted Ara to himself while wiping the tears that want to drip.

This afternoon the sun was scorching the head. Ara rubbed her sweaty forehead. It's not a sauna. He's in the fields. In order to fill the void of her day due to escaping from her apprenticeship, Ara helps her parents in the village.

If this morning drove mom to the market and helped cook, this afternoon she helped dad harvest potatoes in the fields.

Not lost the feeling of dizziness because last night continued to cry, now Ara must remember again about harvesting potatoes at the house of Mr. Haga.

"Maybe too beautiful if I wish I could have a Tristan lover. Now I am in the field. Surely now he's been in an expensive restaurant with a bride-to-be." Ara dredged the ground by hand to harvest the potatoes.

"Did Tristan eat well, huh? If you look at Jarvis' loyalty, it's likely that he'll come to Tristan's apartment to take care of his meal. But what does Tristan want? That guy is so stiff. They rarely get close to people. Huh." Ara threw the potatoes she had managed to dredge from the ground into the batch of potatoes that had been harvested earlier.

"I can't get close to just anyone" said a voice from behind. Ara turned to the origin of the voice.

"Tristan?!"

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