AN ATHAYA?

53-Meet

For a long time, Vino had thought of getting married at a young age, of course with 'unfortunately Vino' named Arini.

Today the plan, whether this will look interesting or not, the guy will say his desire to edit the girl to be invited to a more serious relationship.

No, Vino hasn't even prepared the **** but whiny necessities like the ring, or the flower, it's just 'delivering' and hopefully Arini will.

Or the plan today will be delayed, "i'll have a little business in Ino, tomorrow can ya?" arini said from the phone call. Vino who initially fell on the bed immediately sat down, "why?" Arini was silent for a while while smoothing the lipstick on her lips.

"I have a little business with you," if Vino is not serious of course he will not dare to declare that he is ready to get married, right? "who's team?" vino said. "there's Vin, tomorrow is so important, okay? tomorrow I promise to come there" replied Arini calmly.

When the connection was interrupted, Arini was a bit restless, immediately he regretted his words earlier, "why did I answer to meet him? he must have thought something strange," he told himself.

In a fairly distant place from Arini, Vino wonders about who is the friend who can make Arini refuse to meet him? "gue had to go along," the thought suddenly came as his mind went wild. Then, he wore a black denim jacket given by Arini and went straight there.

...--...

Mentari settles down on the sofa of his living room, putting his head on the thigh of the mother who is reading a magazine.

"Ma? mama says we should always forgive others, right?" word Dance.

"Yes, we should be able to forgive the mistakes of others," replied Intan calmly.

"Even when that person makes us traumatized?"

"What the hell are you talking about, son. Is there a problem?"

Dari slowly woke up from the fall, silent for a while before continuing, "Dance wants to find Iva," he said.

Although there was a slight change in expression from Intan's face, as much as possible he did not look like there was something.

He was very sorry about the incident that happened to his daughter last time, he just wondered why his best friend was so willing to do such a cruel thing?

"Why would you go find him?" ask Intan.

"However, the person who always accompanied the Mentari was Ivana ma. and the dance was also sorry she was," Tari closed her eyes slowly.

"Where is he now?" Intan said softly while stroking her daughter's mane.

Dance Eyes open, "That's the problem ma... Dance is less know. But, Athaya's dance will look for it, mama don't have to worry, there's Athaya,"

Intan slightly petted for a while, looking at the eyeball of his only daughter with affection then with a breath of soft nodding approvingly.

"But you have to be careful?"

"Yes, mom... Dari sure kok Iva not far from this area," he said sure.

...--...

Iqbal went back and forth to check the watch in his hand, whereas he waited only five minutes here. Arini also said that she was new on the trip.

Iqbal will take advantage of this time off by looking for Iva, just him! he's the one who's gonna meet Iva himself.

"Lo where's Va?" muttered.

"Dari and Athaya don't mean to look for you? their heart is too good Va. and you are too good for those who easily forget the goodness of lo. lo too good," he murmured.

And Athaya did not respond at all, when this had something to do with him, but what? he was like a blind and deaf man with nothing to do!

"Old time Bal?" exactly ten minutes he waited, finally Arini came, They sat face to face in that place.

"Do you want to go straight to the point or what?" said Arini.

"As for you, if you want to pesen drink first I have no problem," he responded.

"Lo said no problem but your face is impatient?" Arini's a little sniggering.

"No," Iqbal massaged the base of his nose in frustration and made Arini unable to help but laugh.

"He's in Bandung,"

The laughter on his lips was no longer visible, now even looking seriously at Iqbal, "Bandung?" asked Iqbal and answered only a nod from Arini.

"Gue just told this to Lo Bal, he said if he did not want his existence in the love of anyone, including lo," he said.

"But now I don't think I'm going to say this to you, because from the beginning I knew Bal, if you were as sincere as Iva... Ivana is also sincere, and should be able to have a sincere person also like you,"

Arini's words closed with a faint smile before ordering a drink at the cafe.

A female servant took their order, accompanied by the confusion of Iqbal's mind, because after that, somehow no one believed in Iva.

Even her parents who are considerate of Iva, also tend to judge the girl— as if she is the culprit.

"Where's hum?" after the waiter was done with the task, Iqbal again asked, "honestly I don't know Bal, but last time he sent this,"

Arini was seen fiddling with his phone for a while, a few seconds later he showed the screen of his phone on Iqbal.

Marun uniform with white stripes, only shown on the shoulders down. Iqbal glanced at Arini, "what does that mean?"

"It's Ivana's uniform, aka her new school there, out of it I'm on the block, all my sosmed accounts," Arini said.

"So this is what Iva told you at Lo?"

Arini nodded. "This is one of the reasons I don't want to be frankly the same, because this is the only info I can get,"

They were silent without saying anything more. Arini hopes this will be a helper for Iva. Because he knew how upset the girl was when she left her house.

"That's useful to me, thanks Ar,"

"Together,"

Without them noticing a guy with covered clothes, a mask, and a hat was watching them for a long time. Vino, apparently the guy listens to all the words of Arini and Iqbal.

At first maybe Vino will be angry because he found his girlfriend was talking to another guy without his knowledge, Iqbal anyway!

But, finding out first is a very important thing. Apparently about Ivana, it's still about Ivana. The woman Iqbal loved but never showed her anything.

"It turns out he still remembers Iva," he muttered softly, "it's a block! why don't I ever ask him?" immediately the sense that had been out of hand for one year appeared again, when he felt like a useless person because he had underestimated or let his friend's problems drag on.

After half an hour he busied himself by his raging thoughts until waiting for the moment where Iqbal and Arini came out from there, Vino immediately stood— slightly convincing himself to help without their knowledge.