ANMELDEN“How about you, bro, Arzhel, how has life been lately?” Hayden asked. “I heard Stephanie is divorcing her husband. Maybe it’s your chance,” Marc said and even raised his eyebrows twice. Hayden hit Marc’s shoulder. “You're full of nonsense,” Hayden told him. “How is your ex-wife, though? Doesn’t
Liezel frowned and crossed her arms. “Oh,” Marc reacted in a sad tone, obviously teasing Liezel. Liezel glared at him. But then, seconds later, her lips formed a smile, and she flipped her hair. “Guess what,” she said. “We met again five years ago,” she proudly said. The men looked at each other
“Congrats, bro,” Arzhel said. Marc raised his beer. “Cheers to that good news,” Marc said. Everyone raised their glasses. “In my case,” Marc continued, pausing to give a little suspense, “I am engaged.” He proudly said and bowed like a prince. “No way,” Liezel said. She was surprised. “The hopel
Third Person POVArzhel went to the address his friend sent to him. He parked his car and looked at the house in front of him while his forehead was creasing. His phone rang. “Where are you?” the man on the phone asked. It was Hayden, the friend who called him earlier. “I’m here,” Arzhel said
I actually just planned to nod at him and not say anything, but since his parents were watching, I was pressured to speak and act like we were okay. I flashed a smile. “It’s okay, go ahead,” I said. “Are you sure?” he softly asked. “You could come if you want,” he said and flashed a smile. I for
I frowned when I saw our picture together with Veronica. She was actually beside Arzhel, so I really had the urge to just crop her, but even if I did that, I still couldn’t post that cropped photo. Tss. Instead, I posted the picture of the kids, and the kids with Arzhel. Then I put a heart emoji
When I arrived, she was already there, sitting and sipping her tea. She flashed her signature fake sweet smile. I couldn’t believe I once believed that those smiles were genuine. I just rolled my eyes and sat down. I put my phone on the table, facing backward. “What do you want, and why do y
When we arrived at the bar, it was very full. It was almost packed. We saw Lorenzo at one of the big tables. He waved at us. I hugged him. “Sorry,” he whispered. I already knew what he meant, so I just smiled. “It’s okay,” I said. He went to Arzhel to greet and hug him. “It’s so full. Are
I nodded. Then he bid his goodbye. Arzhel wore his sunglasses and stood up. “Wanna tour around?” he asked. I was about to roll my eyes at him, but he spoke again. “Let’s not argue during our entire stay here,” he said and put his hands in his pockets. “When was the last time you had a vacation?”
I couldn’t think of any reason. I was not yet allowed to tell him the truth. I needed to give him the same reason I told him before. “He is my friend,” I said. Arzhel pressed his lips, then released a deep breath. He looked at me. His eyes were full of warning. “I will give you one last chance,







