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Too perfect (Romantic Story)

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You're so perfect In my eyes you're so beautiful You're making myself s'then adore you At my every step I'll be s'then thinking of you I can't imagine my life without your love

The lyrics of the perfect song owned by Andra and the Backbone melodious melodious accompany my busy serving a beautiful customer subscription. Ah, if he understood the song was for him.

"Thank you, pussy, Mas?" said the girl gently.

I replied to the girl with a smile and a nod of the head. Since the five full moons worked in this place, I haven't found a woman like her. Beautiful face, clean skin, coupled with softness of speech and temperament.

Prameswari, the name I read when asked to help him print his paper assignments. A name that I think matches the character he has.

Still fresh in memory, how patient the woman was, while waiting for the volume I was working on. He just quietly waited while occasionally looking at his device. While some of my cafe visitors, actually scramble in line and hunt to be served first.

"Look easy, Mas. It will not even be his job!"

His speech gave a stimulus in my brain to be more alert in handling the pile of paper that was about to be binding and laminating.

In silence I admired his elegance wrapped in hypnotic speech. I was too cowardly to tell him.

"The money is bad, Mas. Thank you," he said as I handed the sheets of paper to him.

I looked at the woman's back who walked away and disappeared behind the door.

The departure of the perfect woman reminds me of three days ago when I accidentally met at a book fair in a large mall in the city of Surabaya.

He always has a way of making me not blink when I see his behavior, and without realizing that he is still fixated.

"Eh, Mas Kahar, look at the exhibition, huh?" He walked closer to me. I hope he doesn't hear my heart beat.

"Yes, Mother. Same with his friends, huh?"

"Injeh, Mommy. I just found out that Mas Kahar is also a book lover. Good, deh, then. Yeah, I went there first, yeah."

"Yes, Mommy."

If only I were one of his friends. Ah, nevermind.

For a moment I left the mind that was raging in my heart and stepped down the row of books that were being displayed. This book exhibition is an opportunity that I can not waste, I can get a variety of good books at friendly prices in the pocket.

Reading is a pleasure I can't just leave behind. Mother's house adjoining the book rental, made me devour all the books Mang Qosim displayed in his stall, and the habit continues to be ingrained until now.

"Big, ngeprint! My ...!"

The loud noise of Roni-campus-friends disperse daydreams.

"Eh-yes, Ma'am."

"But just you, Pren. What the fuck do you think?" Investigate Roni while raising one eyebrow.

"No, it's okay. What are you gonna do here?"

"Ngeprint, yes. All I want is my new crush studying at a college near here."

This friend of mine is famous for his flamboyance. Ah, of course, he can, everything from college to daily needs facilitated by his parents. I have to work to get to college. Sometimes fate hurts so much.

"Yes dong, Pren. But the new one is amazing, the innate is so adem. Everywhere nearby, I was fanned, so I wanted to be close to him continue," he said at length.

"Wui..kiss, dong!"

"Beres take it easy. Not today, he's still busy with his practice lectures."

My best friend took the printed paper I offered and gave me a red note, telling me to take the change which I thought was quite a lot.

***

Some songs have been played to accompany my work. In the morning there are not many visitors who come, who print and lick the task is also not much.

For a moment I want to lay my head on the chair. Until Roni's voice broke the silence.

"Hey, Pren. Tumben take care of the morning?" Roni handed him a pack of cigarettes that he had picked up a stick.

"Yes, the employee who shif the morning suddenly permits and no one replaces him. Tumben really early in the morning already here?"

"Regular, Pren. Invite the heart. I'm taking a walk with you."

"What matters isn't being a game, Pren. The son of that man."

"Now, Bro. Already insyaf. I want to take this girl seriously. He is different from the others. Thank you for taking me to the pelaminan." His laughter is blaring.

"Amen. I doain deh. Long-lasting."

While chatting I continued my work, while he was busy with his salary. Occasionally looks smile concluded Doni when he got a reply message. I've never seen my friend behave strangely when it comes to women, but her behavior is very different when it comes to this new boyfriend. May my feelings be right this time, she has found her true love.

"Excuse me ...." Prameswari suddenly nongol behind the door.

"Eh, Miss Prames, would you like to print your duties?" I ask to welcome the arrival of the woman who always I have to attend.

"Eh, it's good for you, Har. She's my girl I deliberately told her to come here to introduce you," said Doni as he embraced Prameswari's shoulder.

"Ja-di?" I was a little shocked by what I saw and what happened.

"So this Prameswari is my girlfriend, Bro. It turns out you guys already know each other." Doni's embrace is getting tighter.

"Know la, Mas. I'm a loyal customer at this cafe." Answer the woman I admire with a floating smile.

While I showed a smile with a little heart. If only I had been more courageous. It could be me embracing that woman. Who can guess? The girl I had dreamed of was a few minutes before I had prayed with my best friend. No one can really accept destiny. I'm sincere as long as you're happy, Prames.

Prameswari is too perfect for me to have. While I only admired him without trying to make me worthy of him, it was only natural that this fate belonged to my comrades in arms.

Kurelakan departure both disappeared from behind the cafe door. The perfect song broke my heart.

Finishes.

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