Buried Love's
Part 3

Two men were sitting inside a restaurant not far from the school building. They are Arsen—ex-husband Bellinda, and Pierre—his best friend.

The position of the table near the window makes it easier for Arsen to keep staring outside. Keep an eye on the school that is still crowded by the vehicle of the parents of students who are driving.

Ever since the car Bellinda was driving away, Arsen followed. So, it had been five minutes he had just sat down and looked straight at a man who seemed to be very close to a five-year-old little boy.

Arsen's hand on the table clenched, though his lips said nothing. There was a sense of displeasure lingering in the chest.

Until the car that has been observed has gone, then Arsen stopped looking outside. He immediately grabbed the glass in front of him, gulping down unceasingly.

“Why? Jealousy?” Pierre of course scoffed. He took a seat in front of Arsen so as not to become a victim of the anger channeling his friend who was overheated.

Arsen pulls next to the corner of a cynical lip. “I? Of jealousy? With that guy?” Leaning his back with both hands in his fold was so arrogant. “Take my ex. What do you care about me?”

“Oh ... Then, why did you ask me to come here?” The voice of a man who had just entered was instantly snatched up the conversation. He was Eduardo, Arsen's friend as well. “For the sake of friends, I moved the location of honeymoon so to Amsterdam.” He sat down next to Pierre and showed his head to the man sitting alone. “And until here, only seeing you keep trying to lie to yourself?”

Arsen sighed and twisted his eyeballs. “Who is lying? It is like that reality.” He kept trying to show that he was not interested in his ex-wife.

Eduardo and Pierre had their heads. Inexhaustible with one friend who still has not opened his eyes and heart. Or maybe already? But not told them because ... shame? Could be.

“Madhiaz, where? Said he was coming here?” ask Arsen.

“All your friends are willing to move temporarily to Amsterdam just to give you support, do not let you make us upset because you do not want to admit your own feelings,” Pierre recalled.

“What feelings? I'm on Bellinda? Yes stay the same, nothing changes.” Arsen turned his eyes away as he said that, not staring at the bead of his two friends.

“Susah ... difficult .. stone descent yes you are,” taunted Pierre.

While waiting for Madhiaz to arrive, they ordered food for breakfast. And before long, the waiting was also present, joining them.

Madhiaz sat in the only empty seat. “Arsen why? Emotions on who?” he asked when he found his best friend's face continued to harden his jaw, plus clenched hands. What's more, the captured eyes are also full of hatred and dislike. “Far-away come here, just to see his upset face? I was in vain.” He reached for Eduardo's glass which was still full and not drunk. “You order again!”

“Not emotion, but he was jealous to see his ex-wife held by another man,” Pierre.

“Ck! I told you and told you not to be jealous. Bellinda wants to be close and owned by any man is also up to him.” Arsen. “Not anyoneI also.” But there is another sounding tone in the last sentence.

“Ya .. yes ... yes. Not jealous, but you just squeezed my thigh until it hurt,” said Pierre.

Eduardo patted Pierre on the shoulder. “Maclum, hypocritical widower.”