
🌻In the canteen Lunch hour
"Lo why the hell Ly I pay attention to the line of work frown, look ahead like people are not calm. Shouldn't you just go back to the stage lo again and not replace the ones that don't come in?" ask Brother Fida to me.
I didn't tell Sister Fida the incident of the past few days.
"How did I tell Mr. Dimas about my race, it could be that Brother Fida laughed at me" I thought.
"Father ko ka," I said.
"Well, how is Bayu? dare to come again not him?"
I did tell the incident that afternoon to Brother Fida.
"Since that incident, never really, sister" I replied.
"Gw so curious figure mas Rino, Lyra, sometime know dong," he said enthusiastically.
"Hmm, can. If the time is right."
"Yes Ly, I'll wait for your appointment. I think from the story, he's a grown man. Hmm, so want to meet the original mas Rino like what?" added again.
"Yes Brother Fidakuu," I continued to eat while I occasionally looked to the right and left, maybe I would find a figure in a white hat that 3 days kmarin has always been my spirit. I think something is missing, because since the morning my eyes have not caught the shadow.
I looked for .. and I kept looking for it,
Until my gaze was fixed on the figure of the man who was sitting about 5 meters away from my place.
That's figure.
The figure I was looking for.
"He exists ... really??" as if in disbelief.
And it is true that the figure of Mr. Dimas Anggoro..
I finally found him.
Shortly after a woman brought a lunch tray to the bench next to her, I recognized the figure. He is Fris who reportedly never gave up on winning the heart of Mr. Dimas.
And now I see with my own eyes how 2 lovebirds that look fit side by side.
Mr. Dimas is quite handsome and Fris's sweet mother. I noticed that Fris was unceasingly talking and telling Mr. Dimas. But something makes me weird. Mr. Dimas's face did not display a happy hue, just plain more precisely. He tends to be silent to hear every chatter Fris said, although he occasionally responds with a nod. I got excited back.
"At least there's still my debt .... Hahh, what thoughts are these, whispered my heart again.
My brain kept turning while watching Mr. Dimas.
I want to see that figure up close.
The figure in the white hat that lately always disperse the working power of my brain.
Which since morning my eyes have never stopped looking for.
How yes, a way to show my presence to her, my inner self.
Regardless of the presence of Fris.
Spontaneous I stood up from my seat.
Walk to the water dispenser which is not far from where he sits.
"I'll walk around as if I didn't notice her presence there" I thought to myself
After arriving right in front of my destination water dispenser, I looked at where Mr. Dimas was.
And..
Where's she?
There's just a figure Fris was eating there..?
Wasn't that ...
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"Have you finished taking the drink??" ask someone to me.
I feel like there is no answer from me.
He then patted my shoulder which was still motionless watching the bench where Mr. Dimas was.
°°I'll wake up, "Can step aside a little!" say that figure again.
"Why is no stranger to this voice," I said.
I turnedmy body.
"Mr ...." I stared and I went through every part of his face, between shame and happiness to see him this close. And instantly my heart returned to pumping faster and cramped.
So perfect God created every line of your face, sir, I'm in my heart.
"It's satisfied to see me," he said, breaking my attitude.
"Already sir" I replied spontaneously.
Oh, my mouth is so honest. I shut my mouth for a moment.
I went over to my seat covered in shame in my brain.
Time and again I glanced at the figure in the hat that looked sparkling with the incident earlier.
And in that corner Fris was watching us..
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