Chapter 3

Life can be meaningful to others, that’s what my mother used to said and that’s what my friends thought when the guy I supposed to marry yesterday seems meaningful to me before, because he was the perfect guy to be with, tall, handsome, a secure job and the most important thing was that he slept with my bridesmaid which is my best friend since high school! How ironic, right? When you thought that everything is right on schedule, where you already got the best designer in town to designed your dream dress, the caterer are preparing the world class cuisine to feed the happy crowds and of course, the flowers, the beautiful and astonishing flowers that been brought all the way from the Netherlands to this special occasion. Melanie, wake up, and just face the fact that your fiancée slept with your bridesmaid, and yes, you did not expect this thing would happened but it did! Eventually it happened two days before the real wedding, and poor thing that no one can actually help but just feel sorry for Melanie. Poor thing!

After half a way towards the journey, Melanie just remained perplexed why the guy kept staring at her. She has no intention of having one of those chatting with stranger moment, while she knows that was how she’d met Max, her ex-fiancée. In one of the best pub in Munich and to her surprised she knows that this was the right guy when Max came and approached her to buy her a drink, and she was naive and yes, she was also dumb to believe his sweet and eccentric characteristic which any girl will be struck fall into, which undoubtedly she did. She wants to move her head to facing the front side or perhaps swift it towards her left, but she can’t! She doesn’t want this guy to just started a conversation with her, she doesn’t want to and she wish to remain silent the whole journey, if can! But she needs to adjust her sitting position and at one moment her elbow were collided with his elbow, and she didn’t even bother to say sorry but just like moving inches away from his elbow. Even though there’s not much difference. Sigh. How she wants this night to be over with, stop thinking about it and just move forward Melanie! She remembers that she got an iPod given by her brother, in case she got bored on the train, and she took it out and just plugged it to her ears. That’s it, I don’t have to talk to this guy right now, I can look at my right or left if want to. Good! Clever Melanie!

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What’s this girl’s problem? Does something look disguise with my appearance? Roberto thought for a moment. This girl looks much pretty and effortless with her normal complexion. But sadly to say that doesn’t turn Roberto hearts on. Roberto Buanne, 27 years old, from Rome, Italy. Been on his journey everywhere around Europe to promote the Italian Television, Italia Primeria  to other countries around Europe, and now he is on his journey to Brussels in meeting with his new potential clients. One thing about Roberto that any girl needs to know besides than his well built physiques and killing looks, he is bisexual. In a sense that he had this tendency to like both girls and guys at the same time, but Roberto doesn’t want to be called Gay or homosexual because he enjoyed both sexuality life and even his parents are fine with it. But breaking into this culture from his normal Italian route has just challenged his every journey that he has taken. At that point of time, he recalled back what had happened a few days ago in his apartment in Rome.                                                                                              

“You’re leaving for a month?” said Patricio in Italian.

“I have too. It’s work.” I replied.

“Then how about us? You just going to leave it hanging while you travelling across Europe??” said Particio angrily.

“Can we just don’t talk about this, I’m not sure myself about what I’m going through right now”, I replied with a sighed.

“You came back to me when you are in trouble, and we been slept for half a year and now you said you are not sure about what you are going through? Well let me say it, if you think I’m your doormat where you can just crawled when you just feel you want to, then you are wrong, I’m a better and deserves a lot much than that! If you came back and realised that I’m no longer here, then you will be sorry to do this!”, Patricio just left the building and I can hear his footsteps and the door been sputtered beneath the flats. That’s the last time I ever hear and saw from him....

to be continued....