Mercedes Benz cars immediately drove on one of the streets in New York to the salon "Beauty Salon". Alena sat in the back seat. This salon is approximately 4 km from the campus. Summer weather in New York that is hot but humid makes the skin a little sticky. Alena sighed in her cool car even though the air conditioner was on maximum but it didn't make it cool.
Her heart was upset every time She remembered Nizam's behavior in the class who asked her to keep her distance from him. Alena wondered if She was a man, She might behave like Justin chasing after her. But unfortunately she is a woman. It would be a shame if she chased after Nizam.
Alena got bored being chased by men. Not only Justin was after her, but almost every man who had the guts tried to chase her. They tried to lure her with wealth, intelligence, good looks and more. Unfortunately Nizam the man She likes doesn't even like them. Never mind returning even his attention never looked at her. Even mentioning her name is never.
Nizam always lowered his eyes. The only sentence he often said when she met him was "Assalamualaikum ya Ukhti" only that and that's what she usually replied to "Waalaikumsalam" with trembling lips. No wonder that Nizam greets her because she did introduce from Indonesia and she included his religion of Islam in her identity data.
Although living in America, Alena is still a Muslim. Alena wants her friends to know and respect her. Alena does not drink alcoholic beverages or eat other illicit food. yeah .. even though she still doesn't use the hijab. Even the style of clothing tends to be open.
Alena took another deep breath. She often complained why She had to love Nizam. Why doesn't She love Justin or Edward or Nick or Jonathan or James or the others.
Nizam ... Nizam ... Nizam ... that face always looms in her eyes. His sharp eyes, solid jaw, broad chest, light brown hair and perfectly handsome face. Why does she have to love a man who is as cold as ice.
Alena was tormented. Secretly tears began to well up in her eyes. Little by little her tears dripped down her cheeks like a red apple. Her chest up and down with a sob.
Thomas His faithful driver glanced at her from the glass of the driver in front. He did not understand why Alena looked gloomy and seemed unhappy lately. A girl as beautiful and as rich as Alena was so unreasonable she had to be grim. While many men are so crazy about her. who wouldn't be crazy about seeing a girl as beautiful and as sexy as Alena.
Because She couldn't stand Alena's feelings, then Alena said to the driver. "Let's go to the apartment, I'm not feeling well."
"Ok Miss ..." the driver answered and immediately turned the car to Alena's luxury apartment. Alena stared at the view of the city that never slept at night. The skyscrapers looked as if they were running away from him. The blue sky this summer does not seem to describe how cloudy his heart is. The world feels pitch black. The tightness of New York City residents seemed to represent his heart.
Alena took her cellphone. The cellphone is dark red and is decorated with diamonds from her mother because she is willing to study economics instead of being a model. Alena looks for the number of her friend Cyntia, her classmate. Cyntia has not been in college for two days, she has work to do.
Cynthia, a student from California, studied at her own expense. She works part time as a waiter in a fast food restaurant. She said there was a friend who was sick. So She has to work day and night shifts. Cynthia has to pay for her own tuition. Alena had often helped him but Cynthia did not want to be helped continuously.
"Hello Cynthia ... what are you doing? I need you." Alena called in a choked voice.
"Hello Allena, what's up? What happened? What can I do for you?" Cynthia looked worried.
"If you have time. Can you come to my apartment. I want to talk to you about something."
"Ok, I will go to your apartment soon. Luckily today I finished at 2 pm, my friend has recovered so he has entered today." Cynthia said. And that comforted Alena's heart a little. Luxury cars worth billions are sliding down the city of New York to the apartment.