Demians

CHAPTER 3 - Meeting Again

I faintly heard a voice coming from my HP that was above the nightstand. I've already memorized that it's the sound of a call ringtone. Without seeing the caller ID, I immediately shifted the green button and answered the call.

“halo..” my broom with a typical hoarse voice of a new person waking up

“good morning sleepers.gak changed ya lo from the first hobby of molor continue” reply the person who chuckles to hear my greeting. I think I know this voice. My consciousness was fully gathered when I saw the caller ID on the HP screen showing the number 9.00 for this morning's hour. Holy shit, I'm in my heart.

“s-s-sorry Dev, I'm bad luck...gue...awww....shit shit shit shit….” I who was in a hurry to get out of bed groaned in pain when my knee was hit by the edge of the bed as a result of being tripped by a bed cover that dangled partially on the floor.

“duh..sorry yes Dev. I was there in an hour, okay. I’ll see you there, bye” I immediately disconnected the call unilaterally and threw my HP into bed. “damn it” umpatku while walking limping towards the bathroom to get ready.

I drove on the motorway at full speed to the Aunt Asna boutique in Depok. I finally got out of the apartment at 9:15. It took me 15 minutes to get ready for lightning. It's really not the real me that usually takes 30-45 minutes to get ready.

According to preliminary estimates, at 10:15 I arrived at the boutique parking lot. Before getting out of the car, I text Devan if I'm going to get in in 10 minutes. Without waiting for a reply, I immediately did a touch up on the face that I had not had time to do in the apartment. I made sure that there was nothing strange about my face and did the last touch by smoothing out the brick red lipstick using my index finger as well as combing my slightly messy hair

I opened the car door and looked at the boutique that was in front of me with a slightly hesitant look. Soon I'll see him in person after 4 years. I closed the car door and pressed the lock button on the key until it sounded "beeping" on my car. Slowly I started walking towards the boutique courtyard. Once again I look at my appearance today, the top with a black sabrina model combined with a knee-length skirt with a plaid motif of red-black color, ankle boot with a right of 5 cm black, black, a sling bag in maroon, and the hair I got. With a definite move, I pushed open the main door and entered the boutique. As I walked inside, I suddenly heard Devan's voice.

“this she is eagerly awaited has finally come too..”.

I looked to the right of the place where Devan and the others were waiting for my presence. I saw all my KKN and Ines college friends who were also Devan's future wives see me. Doubtfully, I walked up to them. I who felt uneasy being stared at like that finally lowered my head. I feel like I'm going to stand trial for making a big mistake. I want to go back and get out of this boutique. I don't know why they looked at me with such intense gazes.

Suddenly someone hugged me. I held my head to see who was holding me. When I found out who was hugging me was Jihan, I returned her embrace. My communication with Jihan has long been cut off because of our respective activities. I focus on cake shop in Jakarta and Jihan who focus on her WO business in Malang. The busyness and distance factors make our communication become tenuous as time goes by. Jihan and I are familiar because she was my only female friend when KKN was. Although our closeness is fairly short, we are very open to each other. While hugging, I heard a little sobbing from Jihan.

“hiks...kangen I'm with you Dem..hiks...aku....hiks...pangling I see you...huhuhuhuhu” I chuckle at Jihan's words.

“aku tuh nangis because of this moved..gak cengeng lho I” elak Jihan. “ini again...tinggimu nambuk ya? Kok I like to bend the pole snuggle you anyway” sewot Jihan who made my laugh broke. We have a high difference that is quite far away. I who have a height of 165 cm and wear heels 5 cm with Jihan who has a height of 150 cm.

“trus is what else..why are you more beautiful Dem...from the tip of your hair to the tip of your feet changed all....kenapaa??? You have plastic surgery??” accuse the hysterical Jihan of seeing my performance today.

“huss nagged you. This is the original of me born times everything. From you see after college emang kayak gini kok.ya emang for hair I now like this color fitting I paint last. I was deliberately not exposed in sosmed wherever hehehe” replied I grimly respond to Jihan's protest.

Jihan remained pouting after hearing my answer. Ignoring his expression, I applauded the others. First with Ines, I hugged her while congratulating her on her marriage. Ines who was the same height as Jihan also put on a sullen face when I hugged her due to my high posture. While hugging her, I felt a positive aura from her as a bride-to-be. After hugging Ines, I did a high five with Devan and just said hello because we had met kangen before. I turned my gaze from Devan to someone who looked at me with a teasing look.

“ck. Ah...shy me as my cynical lo” sodara while giving a mocking look to the person who saw me earlier.

Introduce, Alfian Reska Putra who is familiarly called Alfi. Did I say he was my brother? Yes, Aunty Asna, her mother Alfi is the older cousin of the late mama's brother eyang kakung. But because in the past eyang uti divorced with eyang kakung, the mother who was still a child was taken away by eyang uti and finally never met and knew her brothers from the family of eyang kakung. I just found out if me and Alfi were still one family when Alfi's parents came to the village where our KKN. When the photo was shared, Aunty Asna spread the photo in a large group of family members. Aunt Asna's younger sister named Aunt Asti turned out to be a friend of mama's High School, telling mama and Aunt Asna that I and Alfi still have a family relationship when they see a picture of me side by side with Alfi. Mama did tell her children to Aunt Asti. Remembering it sometimes pisses me off, why should someone like Alfi, the playboy king who should be my brother.

Alfi who heard my ridicule only laughed lightly, “lo do not miss the same handsome mas lo? Gini-gini I am still your cousin, you should be polite with me, greet me with a smooth greeting, ‘hai mas Alfi, how are you. Demi kangen you are the same mas, mas, mas kangen is not the same Demi’ like that for example” I suddenly nauseated to hear his words that sounded ridiculous when calling himself my cousin's brother. I just punched him softly on his left shoulder as my greetings. Alfie laughed more and more at my behavior.

Turning to the person standing beside Alfi, I briefly held my breath for 5 seconds when our gazes met. That gaze that had been following my movements greeted Jihan, Ines, Devan, and Alfi, but I tried not to be intimidated by her gaze. I tried to find the meaning of his eyes, but I could never understand the meaning of that gaze. Breaking her eyes, I finally gave her my smile and greeted her.

“hai Bian, long time no see”

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