Not a finale

Part 3: The CV

Pascal's

"Naaaay, you got flowers" Sabbi yelled from the door.

Steps approaching her. It's Nayla.

"Woooow, aren't they beautiful?" She said smelling the roses.

"Ya ya ya princess. Next time, you'd better check the front desk. They wouldn't sent anything here." 

"Thank you for taking them, by the way." She said while kissing each roses.

"Oh, please. Don't mention it!"

Sabbi put the paper bag of groceries on the table then grab a glass. She is thirsty. And she wishes that she can get rid of the thirst right away. Honestly, she is envy with Nayla and her flowers from Mr. Soon to be Groom. It's lovely to see how Gandhi moves around Nayla. Everone find how lucky she is. Gandhi, just like a butterfly around a flower, he adores her. Just see the way he fixed Nayla's hairdo, the way he takes Nayla by his hand, the way he looks into Nayla's eyes --- they are so gentle.

"Hey, I have this for you" Nayla showed a pink card.

"Woow, this soon?" Sabbi was surprised. In a glance she knows that it is the wedding invitation.

"Yeap. It requires a plus one, by the way" Nayla said quickly.

Sabbi looks at Nayla unbelievably. How could she does this to her single friend? Require a plus one she said? That is mean!

"What?! Don't stare at me like that! You could bring your yearly-friend to my party. What's the matter?"

"Our friendship is not on that stage"

"What stage?"

"To be brought as the plus one."

"Okay, I guess this is time to talk about this deeper" Nayla put the roses on the vase and left it on the table.

"What talk, Nay?"

"Romance, of course! What else?"

"What should I tell you? You know my story"

She sighed. "I don't want you trapped in this broken-heart chapter too long."

Sabbi leans back.

"We met three years ago, and you are still in the same stage. You count yourself how long it ties you!"

Sabbi does count. 5 years. 

"You've just wasted your time."

"I've think many things lately. You know ta'aruf thing? A way of some people to know ---"

"I know, I know. Are you sure for this? Because it seems so ---- you know, religious"

"I knooow. But what sould I do for find the right love without getting hurt?"

"If you really have tought it over, you should meet the right person. I know someone. Wait a sec".

Nay types a name on her phone then press call.

"Gandhi? Sabi  wants ta'aruf. Can you help her?" Then she paused. "Okay, at nine hundred" Nayla ends her call.

"What do you plan to?"

"To find out. Gandhi know more about it"

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"So, what do you think?" Gandhi asked Sabbi after briefly explain about ta'aruf.

She smiled. "Well, this is quite interesting. I definitely sure this is harmless."

"Do you want to proceed to the next step?"

"Next step?" Nayla squint her eyes.

"Creating CV. She needs to start a move" Gandhi showed a form that Sabbi needs to fill in.

"So this is the CV you've talked before?" She took it and sceemed. "All i need is fill in?" She made it crystal clear.

"Yes"

"I could do this right now and give it back to you" she said then took it to her room.

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