Don't Consider Us Weak

One Hundred Two Seven: Good News

6 Years later...

In early July, the weather was very clear. White clouds dotted the clear blue sky and several birds fell. Streets that look crowded, a lot of foot trips, cars, public transportation passing by. The city that used to be called the Southern City and replaced the Dead City. It has now been renamed Rose City.

This city is so much in the field of beautiful Roses one of which is a field that has an area of 2 hectares. So many Roses and not a few people visit here to spoil the eyes, date or selfie.

After the war that took place 6 years ago, everyone flocked to the Southern City for their new life. Everyone here has absolutely no recollection of the events of six years ago and the city's devastating problems were declared natural disasters.

The destroyed city is being built with a new atmosphere but it takes a lot of money. Seen a woman was in a hurry, he was too late to send a script of the story that he made three days.

Footsteps continued to step towards the large building. He stopped his steps towards the receptionist that he was not too late to collect his script. The woman had given up her sleeping hours to work on the story script. This is not because of money or anything else, just the story published and can be read by everyone.

He'll thank you. The receptionist smiled and said that the timely collection of the script made the long-haired woman with a wavy blonde back, her eyes rounded there was a sense of relief in her heart.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Together, ma'am."

"Mr. Come two more days here because later all the authors will be collected and books that pass the review will be published" he said in a nod to Lidya.

Now Lidya has grown up with a different style. Lidya has a beautiful face, brown yellow skin color, blonde hair, teeth that have ginsul make every smile look sweet. Lidya checked the clock that was coiled in her hand.

"Astagfirullah. I have to come to the television station for sure they are waiting for me." said Lidya immediately left from there.

Maulidya Wahyu Fatmawati, she is now a story writer on one of the television stations and Lidya banned the now famous cartoon story. A story he wrote as a teenager. Soon Lidya reached her destination and headed to the editor's room.

He saw all the employees busy on their computers, drawing characters. Lidya walks over to a table belonging to one of her colleagues drawing a sketch of the character.

"Is this the style of the character? I'm calling you here to make sure this is true or not. If true, I'll have Dina do this character mastering." said Andre.

Lidya looked closely from the front, back, right side, left. She was a little less with her hairstyle. Andre swiftly changed his hairstyle to bangs and clothes next to each other, two swords on his back.

"This person is named Dito." said Lidya make Andre moan confused.

"Buck-in"

"Sst, let it go. Make a pseudonym. Hehehe."take Lidya.

Then came a girl with a radiant face approaching Lidya.

"Lids. Lid!"

"Yes, Liza. What's up?"ask Lidya. Liza immediately told Lidya to stare at the cellphone screen in her hand. There the rank of the cartoon film written by the story jumped and Liza told the post of the book. Where was Lidya sent the script there get a very wow comment.

Lidya was very happy. Slowly time passed, 2 days later. Tomorrow is coming and it's time for Lidya to head to the book publishing house. The woman headed to the special room where all the writers were there. Lidya looked around and sat in an empty chair, so many writers here from the easy to the old. They must be willing to follow this opportunity for their book to be published.

The fat woman stood on the pulpit and knocked on the mic repeatedly to signal silence and attention. Lidya stared at the fat woman lecturing a lot making Lidya sleepy.

"Huaa, it's so sleepy." muttered Lidya shut her mouth, drowsiness suddenly came just like that when she was eager to hear the work of anyone who escaped to rise. He said there were so many books that escaped only 3 books. It made his heart flutter.

Someone who was next to Lidya's chair was silent watching without Lidya knowing that someone was watching him.

"If you're sleepy, just lean on my shoulder" she said in a soft voice. Lidya was shocked to hear the voice and turned to look at the man whose age was not much different from her. The man sitting next to her was wearing a hat, her hair curly black, under her right ear was a mole. The man smiled towards Lidya, this man's smile reminiscent of someone.

'Her smile was just like her'-inner Lidya.

The man watched Lidya who was suddenly daydreaming, he realized Lidya's daydream made the woman surprised.

"I'm sorry. I-I'm not sleepy." said Lidya quickly then looked ahead. The fat woman was still a long talk to make Lidya not excited even though she was very curious about the work of anyone who escaped.

"Wait a minute, this talk. Can I meet you?"asked the man beside Lidya made him raise next to his eyebrows, strange and astonished. This man is trying to get along with her.

"My name is Leo Irfan Renaldi. Call Irfan."he said he introduced himself to lend a hand to Lidya.

Lidya received a helping hand from Irfan, "my name Maulidya Wahyu Fatmawati just call Lidya."Irfan's eyes perfectly round unexpectedly.

"Why?"Lidya realizes that Irfan is staring as if he does not believe in something.

"Really, are you Lidya?"

"Yes, right. Why why?"

"Dreams?"

"I'm your fan. I've seen your work on the orange app. Your story is interesting and unfortunately there are some stories that are quiet readers" he replied to make Lidya surprised. He didn't know he had a fan.

"I guess. I can't meet you it turns out that God brought us together." he said in reply to Lidya's awkward naughtiness. If the same person is very awkward.

Finally the one Lidya was waiting for came as well and an inflate smile was painted on the corner of the woman's lips. That his work was officially published. Not only that, he was surprised to hear other works from writers who had ngedown. Tio Wulan Sandi's.

Lidya looked at the blue-haired man with a simple appearance. The man had not changed at all and last was a book about horror, it was won by a teenage girl. If you want to know, what story does Lidya tell you about what book?

Stories that bring up the past, fantasy genre stories, Action and Romance.

"What are you writing this time?"ask Irfan kepo.

"I wrote a book about the Fantasy genre if you?"

"I'm about Scifi. I never got away with that genre. Although I tried to write other genres, Sci-fi genre always follow." replied Irfan.

"Haha. Indeed, if it's a comfort zone that is difficult to forget." said Lidya smiled obliquely.

After finishing with exhausting business. Lidya's schedule is very tight. His friends are successful now. And they are busy with their respective work as well as with Lidya. The woman carried a red Rose and walked towards the grave which read the name 'Prima Pandu Bint Dewana'. Lidya placed a flower on top of the grave.

Tears suddenly drip. The events of 6 years ago will never go away in Lidya's mind. The incident still seems so clear. He rubbed the tombstone with a smile, "Pan, I came here to tell you something. I managed to create one work that seemed to interest the readers" said Lidya.

"The story in my work is about all of us. Our friends, Pan. And the raging taste."

"A story I'll never forget, like what you said back then. If I'd never forgotten them. Fellow in arms." said Lidya again stroking the tombstone.

On the side of the tombstone was a young man who had been watching Lidya's face. When Lidya visited the funeral he always looked at Lidya's face. He is happy that Lidya often visits his funeral, bringing good news and sometimes venting. He always hears clearly but he cannot answer Lidya's question if she is not with Vin.

Pandu did not expect that the faces of his friends changed a lot. Especially Lidya, the woman was really pretty with blonde hair color.

"If only. I'm still alive, I'm definitely gonna marry you just that I'm home. And surely my soul mate is not you." he smiled. Pandu tried to hold Lidya's cheek like he was holding the cheek when death wanted to reach him. He was very happy to be in the lap of the woman he loved.

When Pandu's palm held Lidya's cheek, the hand was translucent. The woman who was busy stroking the name of Pandu's tombstone, stopped. He felt the wind on his cheek. Lidya held her cheek that had been touched by Pandu. Pandu just bit his lips, he did not want to be caught with Lidya.

Hey wait a minute! Pandu is already in nature different from Lidya of course Lidya will not know if Pandu is there.

A smile engraved on the corner of Lidya's lips made Pandu smile. "Yes already. I'm going first, Pan. Oh yeah, your mom misses you said I'd be her daughter-in-law forever."

"You must miss your mother, right? Your mother is now happy and is letting you go. He said to be calm there." said Lidya holding back tears.

"Mothers. I miss my mother." said Pandu.

"Good news after my work comes out next week. I...I'm going to apply for someone, don't you mind?"ask Lidya. Pandu waited for the next speech from Lidya.

"What is Riko?"ask Pandu to Lidya.

"I will be proposed by.." he said stopped when two women who Pandu convinced that it was Lina and Elle.

"Assalamualaikum." said Lina and Elle together.

"Getishalight."

"What are you guys doing here?"

"Geez, don't you remember? The proposal and the wedding?"elle said with a waist.

"Yes bentar. I will read the prayer keep saying that I love Pandu" said Lidya.

Pandu just chuckles hearing how many times the word "i love you" from Lidya's mouth to Pandu's. After Lidya, Elle and Lina pray for him. Pandu was thrilled to see the three women slowly walk away from his funeral.

"I'm so happy to see you happy with someone else. Thank you." said Pandu disappeared from there and for good. The young man will never return to a place he should not have been there. He was just waiting for Lidya to say that someone had stopped in her heart.

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