BEAUTIFUL REUNION IN TWO

1. The Tristan Atmaja (Rev)

NADIAS

"Bi-masena? Which one is it? How can I not remember?" ask my husband who is busy in front of his laptop.

Just now Admin group whatsapp Alumni High School we added one person named Bimasena into the group. For 12 years we have been alumni of High School, and already 6 years our group was formed, then the person named Bimasena was included in the group. Where has he been all this time? Even the name Bimasena was not in the SMA file in my brain at all.

"He wasn't up to a year in our class. It's first class doang. Not even class has he moved," replied my husband without taking his eyes off the laptop.

"What are the characteristics of the person?" I'm just getting curious.

"Eh you really want to know, tomorrow too if he comes on his show Mithalia you will see. No other work? If there is no mending read-read books, let your brain is not dead-end. Don't keep people on coin," hardik my husband.

That's what my husband, Tristan Atmaja is like. Tristan was a classmate when I was in high school and was the smartest student in our class. Because I felt smart, as long as we were married, she always compared her brain to my mediocre brain. At first, it hurt me. But over time my heart was immune.

According to my husband, smart and knowledgeable women are more attractive than women who rely solely on their beauty. Intellectual women can be a good problem solver for a relationship.

Of course it offends me a lot, because from various points of view, I am not included in the criteria of intelligent women, moreover intellectual women.

When we were classmates at High School, I never glanced at Tristan, the glasses guy. I never thought I'd make a choice for Tristan. He was far from the criteria of the man I set at that time.

I am a girl who is popular in school because of beauty and because I often take part in princess-girl races and modeling competitions.

Makes me have to find a man who's worth me. Of course, they are handsome and popular.

My heart then tethered to the upperclassman, Chairman Osis at that moment. Handsome man and office boy.

After graduating high school, when friends competed to enroll at their favorite universities, I instead chose to enter modeling school in hopes of becoming a professional model. Yes, my ideals became top-class models Paula Verhoeven and Laura Muljadi.

But after trailing the world of modeling, it turns out that the world is not as fun as I thought. My ideals of being a top model are too high.

Sometimes I get tired of training, but I'm never called to perform.

Competition in the modeling world is very tight. Not to mention the negative stigma that I often received while still a model, that we models can be booked for the satisfaction of striped men.

It's not easy being a top model. And I realized too late.

At the first reunion with High School friends, when we were 24 years old, it was then that I regretted choosing a modeling path for a career. At the reunion, his friends are already doctors, police officers, prosecutors, or working for a bona fide company.

While me? only beauty makes me confident. The rest is nothing to be proud of. Even the college degree I don't have it. What a shame my fate.

At that time, I reached a saturation point in the World of Modeling and wanted to leave that world immediately.

At the first reunion, that's where I met Tristan, the smartest student in my class. At that time even to this day, Tristan became a BPK Auditor.

Just by throwing a sweet smile at her, Tristan had already fallen for me, and wanted to marry me. Because of my failure in the modeling world, the criteria of the man I wanted changed as well. I want a smart man, no longer a handsome and masculine one. And Tristan has entered into my criteria.

We finally tied the sacred promise in a marriage.

Five years of my marriage to Tristan, we haven't had any children. Several times I invited Tristan to consult a doctor, but Tristan always refused on busy grounds.

It is true that his work as a CPC auditor kept my husband very busy. He even often went out of town for days to weeks.

When I was bored often left by Tristan, I also had the idea to open a salon. Of course by borrowing capital from in-laws. The Tristan Father.

Now I have a busy life, managing the beauty salon that I built with the help of father-in-law capital.

But being a woman who has a job is not enough to make my husband proud of me. He always glorifies intelligent women like the brains he has. Not infrequently he even mentioned the name of an intelligent woman he admired.

If the name of Finance Minister Sri Mulyani or TV host Najwa Sihab whom he mentioned there is no problem.

But if he has admired people around him, he should have realized that it was a problem in my silence.

I try to understand marriage. Sparks of romance are no longer the same as courtship time. Love is not lost between us, but romance and passion have declined because of busyness, boredom, hatred, feelings of abandonment, anger and loneliness. Our marriage was like a bland. Moreover, we have not been awarded a baby.

It turns out that people who don't know Bimasena aren't just me. I laughed as soon as our WA group called Still Young enlivened people who questioned who Bimasena was.

STILL YOUNG'S

Hendra:

Bimasene:

Thanks Bro. Greetings to all my friends.

Mithalia:

A bimasena? which one is it? how I forgot.

You/ Nadine:

Sama..which one is it?

Hendra:

Bima class with us first class. Not until two semesters because you have to move to Amrik.

Reynolds: reyna:

Install photo dong Bimasena, profile photo kok use logo.

Alfredo:

Bimasena is a tall, white, well-bodied guy who likes to sit back in the corner, rarely talking, not like you guys are chatty.

Reynolds: reyna:

Oh oh oh, I remember, not the one who comes late that often huh?

Bimasene:

Exactly it.

Fine:

Bim, still single? gian2 is still a lot of single.

Bimasene:

Ha ha ha ha

I started to remember the tall, fat guy we were in first grade, but I couldn't remember his face. He is not a slang and unpopular man so it does not fit in my circle of friends. I never even glanced at him and noticed him at all.

Which makes a student popular in school, including:

Beautiful and handsome, like me and Hendra of course.

Smart, like Tristan.

The son of a rich man, like Mithalia.

Office kids, like Hendra.

Sports stars, such as Alfredo.

Chief Osis, like my ex-boyfriend.

Naughty, like Angga.

And Bimasena?, do not enter into the above classification.

It is only natural that friends rarely remember people.