Nuril looked at Casya leaving with an annoyed look, even though she liked Casya and hoped that she could be her bridesmaid. Because of this, she became doubtful and even forgot to say it. God, how would he say it if they ended up arguing? Fathur's breath was heard, instantly making Nuril turn to his girlfriend. With a sharp gaze as well as his words, sounding cynical.
"What do you mean? Nuril asked directly, and Fathur, who didn't understand, just glanced at his lover and shook his head.
"What?" He asked, not understanding, whether he really did understand or just pretending he didn't know. Usually he understood right away, thought Nuril, but I don't know right now; maybe he really doesn't understand.
That's your sigh. Why? Anxious?" he asked directly.
But, strangely, Fathur didn't respond—not no, but he just didn't want to respond. Fathur felt it was better to leave Nuril alone until she calmed down and managed to suppress her anger than to continue to serve her. He will feel wasted.
"Why?" asked Nuril again, because Fathur did not answer anything.
"What?" Fathur asked again.
"Your sigh just now—what do you mean?" asked Nuril, demanding an answer.
"It's nothing; eat the cake first and drink the juice; this is your order, right?" Fathur spoke directly, reluctant to provide an explanation.
"When you're told to talk but keep quiet, when you're told to be quiet, you start talking. You really like to interfere and don't keep up. Nuril grumbled without looking at Fathur, tried the cake that Fathur ordered, and also took the order that would be given to Casya.
"Why, the other sister has also left, right?" asked the waitress, making Nuril even frown.
"You know who was with us earlier, right? Before?" Nuril looked at the waiter, who nodded.
"Yeah, usually I like her because she's beautiful, like in the movies," said the waiter.
"But you can see what I got today, right? Nuril grumbled to himself, which Fathur still didn't respond to.
"Oh, yes, sorry, sis, it seems I have another guest," he said. It's okay; the waiter feels that this is not his realm, and he is reluctant to respond to guests who are not in a condition that can be compromised. Even though Nuril is not a drunk guest, he is quite normal, but still he is reluctant.
"Are you done? I'm ready for this; we better go home. Fathur's words suddenly made Nuril frown, and she couldn't believe that today she was being ignored. By Fathur too.
"Not yet; if you want to go, just go there first! He said it, shooing her away as if it were an order. However, Fathur was also reluctant to respond; he just exhaled and tried to wait for Nuril without saying a word.
Nuril, who saw Fathur's determination today, was somehow annoyed; she didn't like Fathur, who always answered, argued, and even refused to give in to him. But he also doesn't like being ignored by Fathur, who clearly knows that he is annoyed with Nuril but deliberately doesn't answer a single question that could lead to war. Ah, the misunderstandings are back. Until finally, Nuril finished eating the cake and also drank the juice she ordered for almost half an hour. And all that time, Fathur waited without saying a single word to start the debate. Nuril stood up, and without saying anything, Fathur paid their bill and immediately followed Nuril into the car.
"What's wrong with you?" asked Nuril directly.
"What?" asked Fathur again.
"Don't pretend you don't know; I hate people who pretend to be stupid. It was clear that Nuril was right on target, making Fathur stop what he was doing, put the car keys in their place, and take a breath, then exhale slowly.
"What do you mean? Which part do you really hate? Is there anything about our behaviour that you really like? Fathur asked immediately, making Nuril turn to him with a confused look.
"What do you mean?"
"Yes, you; what do you mean? What do you really like about us? Me and Casya, what?" he asked right on target.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you even defending Casya? I just don't like her anymore." Nuril crossed her arms and looked away from Fathur.
"Don't run; you discuss this first. Fathur said it again, making Nuril really look at him.
"What do you want?" asked Nuril directly. "Do you want to continue this wedding or what? Why do you have to give an invitation to Arga?" he asked with a disapproving look.
"Arga is my friend, even though I know that he has hurt your cousin, even your family, but you can't keep blaming Arga. If Maudy is aware—what I mean is, her memory returns—let them solve their problems without you interfering. You don't have the right to keep interfering; Casya is right. They are adults; not only Maudy is injured, but also Arga. And they should be able to discuss with each other; there is no need for outsiders to interfere. Fathur explained, making Nuril silent.
"So, what do you want now? I explain it like this, and you will definitely be angry and not accept it, but when I'm quiet, you don't like it either. Where do you want to be? Don't be wishy-washy. Nuril, soon we will get married; if that's the case and it continues, anyone could not stand it. "You always test your patience," Fathur said again at length, in one breath.
"Then what do you want? Cancel? Come on!" Nuril immediately said, without caring that his words could backfire.
When Nuril was about to get out of the car, the car door locked automatically, making Nuril surprised. She immediately looked at Fathur, who also looked at her in silence. For a moment, Nuril froze, unable to move. She looked at Fathur, who clearly looked like she was going to be angry. She had never seen Fathur like this, because all this time, Fathur always obeyed everything he said. Even if they argued, Fathur would always explain, or he would give in for a moment before finally explaining in detail, or just obey without having to explain anything. But this time, it seems different. Nuril cannot continue to hope that Fathur loves her to death and is crazy about her until she forgets that Fathur is also a man who still has self-respect.
"Do you really want our wedding to be canceled?" After we've come this far, trying to survive, it's all in vain just because I gave the wedding invitation to Arga and because Casya was the one arguing with you? Fathur asked slowly and very deeply.
"Fathur, what do you mean? Nuril started to stutter; he didn't expect that Fathur would ask this.
"Please answer me: what do you dislike about me and Casya? Then, are you going to cancel this wedding? Just because of my and Casya's attitudes? You decide; if you are ready to cancel, I have no problem. I can explain it to my parents or your parents. Don't worry, I won't let go. Because I'm not a coward. Fathur immediately started the car and drove without another word.
For some reason, Nuril was silent, not moving. It's not that he didn't have the courage to answer all of Fathur's questions; it's just that he didn't expect that this day would come. He thought that all this time Fathur would follow everything he said, but he didn't. However, what made him even more angry and disappointed was that it was as if this was his biggest mistake that made Fathur hate him. And somehow he always reacted to people related to Maudy. Be it Arga or Casya. It's just that he doesn't dislike Casya. I just don't like how he responds to Nuril casually without any problems. It's true, there weren't any problems; even for Casya, everything could have gone smoothly. Who knows! Why is it difficult for Nuril to accept that Casya is in a relationship with Arga's best friend? Even though it's true what Casya said—that they don't even have a relationship at all—