Ex-girlfriend Diary

Hello First Love

"Free to pretend to forget. Basically more than like. Is this what we call the game of destiny? Hello, First Love! We'll see you again."

1 YEAR EARLIER. MARINA BAY SINGAPORE.

The South East Asia Modefeast creative fashion grand show the second year was flooded with humans. Seven fashion houses as representatives of the six major islands of Indonesia collaborated to showcase the best designs by state children. Singapore, which was appointed as the second host country for the prestigious fashion world event in Southeast Asia, chose a beach area in the Marina Bay area.

The challenge this time is to beat the stereotype of the insight mode that is attached to the impression of old and outdated into a new fashion that can be liked by young people today without leaving the uniqueness of tradition. Difficult indeed. Because one of the conditions is the originality of local wisdom must be seen in the clothing design that is exhibited.

"Rega Nagendra?"

"Yes!"

"Indonesia?"

Rega Nagendra nodded politely as a curly-haired man asked in front of him. "Aah, finally, meet the same people themselves. From earlier buleee nemunya only. Oh yes, know me, I am Jhon Herman," said the man, reaching out, asking him to shake hands.

The man's face is friendly, sweet, clean with exotic brown skin color typical of East Indonesia. Wallacean, once beloved uncle Rega and Rocky mentioned with admiration of the people of Ambon, Flores, and Sumbawa who according to him full of beauty and charm. The age of the man was probably on par with the age of their mother.

Rega welcomed the man's hand, greeting him kindly. "I'm your dress designer, Rega. Call me Herman or Jhon. Sorry, what's the call, honey?"

"Hello, Brother Jhon Herman. He's Rega. I'm Rocky" said Rocky, who poked without a ba-bi-bu from behind Jhon Herman's shoulder. "Well, so these cool clothes are big brother's designs? Great brother!"

"Yeah! Thank you very much, darling! So hepi, here. Ow! Uhlala! You are twins, right? Oo, don't you guys be the trending topic?" Jhon Herman was pleased. His friendly face was accompanied with admiration at the sight of Rega and Rocky. They are both identical twins. Equally handsome, well-statured, and very selling in front of the camera. "Thank you, I'm bringing my clothes. Please help you, yes, let everything succeed" Jhon Herman said.

"Happy, Brother Herman," Rocky replied with a sumringah grin and a pair of sparkling dark brown eyes. While Rega twinnya just nod with a friendly smile to the fashion designer.

The twins Rega and Rocky Nagendra never deliberately wanted to reap fame by making themselves the main topic in every public event they attended. Like at the moment. Their stature was already very attractive to anyone who saw. A unique personality, courtesy, and humble attitude are additional points for the twins. Sympathetic. That's what's on people's minds.

"Sister Herman, got Rega's tie dislodged constantly tuh. How to wear it, anyway? Keep my collar sharp, huh? Rich has needles. Can you please check, sister?"

"Huhuh? Can, can! Here, Honey! Aih, how is Rega quiet? Good thing Rocky said."

Rega nyengir. "There's an extension of the lips, brother. It's free to bring him here if he doesn't come to work. Eat blind pay, dong, he'll."

"Damn, Lu! Since when did Lu pay my salary to be Lu's spokesman?" Rocky pretended to be angry, fierce. Rega smiled back softly.

"Brew!" Reply Rega kalem, reaping the mock sneers of his equally handsome twin.

Jhon Herman laughed. "Like it with you guys. Here, Rega! I betulin your tie! Miss Gressa, please help Rocky check his collar, dong, honey!"

It is these two characteristics that help people distinguish which Rega is Rocky. Another with a calm and gentle Rega, Rocky looks more active with infectious cheer and passion. Anyone who is close to both is easier to feel happy and comfortable even though the impression of each Nagendra duo tends to be different. It is like a calm beach. Rocky is more representative of the boisterous waves on the beach.

"Let's see the ascending sequence, yeah, Boys! Rega first. Then the girls come in. Rocky got in. Oh yeah, almost forgot! The robe that was ready for Rega is the same Rocky, huh? Miss Gressa?"

"Yes, Mr. Jhon!" A young girl came in. Her face is egg-shaped. The parasites are sweet, unsightly. Two pairs of eyes were directly tethered to him.

"Miss Gressa, the robe for them please bring here let them wear, all checked which one needs to be repaired. Keep going..."

John Herman continued to speak. The girl seemed to notice every word that came out of the fashion designer. Unlike the other assistants who are excited both in the way of dress and makeup, the girl actually looks fashionable in style in its simplicity. His clothing pieces are far from the impression of lack of material. In fact, it tends to be very polite for an outdoor semiformal activity that looks more like a nightclub festive party.

His height may not be up to a hundred and sixty inches. Her hair was long black, slightly wavy. The skin is clean, bright, tends to be yellow. The lack of makeup on her face even shows an innocent beauty. Rega and Rocky subconsciously continued to pay attention to him.

"Hello, Brother. Excuse me, yes, I'll help you put on the robe." Soft voice. Movement deft. The young girl skillfully draped the two-colored robe with a golden tinge to Rocky.

"Sorry, sister, can you kind of duck? Too tall. Not bad," said the girl. An apologetic smile was on his face. Rocky responded immediately. He bent his body until his eyes were high with the girl's eyes. Perhaps because their faces had gotten too close, the girl was slightly away. In the name of courtesy, Rocky immediately threw his gaze down, avoiding eye contact with the girl.

"Huh! Nawat, Mr Jhon! It's ripped, huh?"

"Tore? Where, where?" Jhon Herman hurriedly moved away from Rega, who was already finished with his tie. The fashion designer glared in shock, shuddering in horror. Both of his hands clenched their mouths, smothering his own screams. "Tok can be so badly torn like this, anyway? Wasn't that okay? Oh my God! I'm gonna faint!"

A row of large tears formed a very noticeable gap in the bi-colored robe on Rocky's body. The face of the fashion designer is pale. Clearly, he was in severe shock. Rega even helped him shift a nearby chair and then made Jhon Herman sit down. "Well-duh-duh, how can this be?"

"Umm, if it's stitched can it?" ask Rocky.

Jhon Herman shook his head. "Fixed. Huh already. This defect. Cannot be used. Cannot be demonstrated. Oh, myGod! Half-dead I made it a robe. Three months of struggle and now in vain, even before being taken, are given the same look of the people. Gee-duh, God!"

"Is it really beyond repair, brother?" Rocky asked again.

Jhon Herman answered him with a weak slit. His eyes are already glazed. A pile of clear liquid was waiting to slide over his right and left cheek. "Oh my God. Free already. Three months in vain."

"I think you can still be saved. Deactivatable. Mr Jhon, may I try to change it a little? Surely if you don't mind."

The soft voice of the young girl who was momentarily forgotten her existence invited all eyes to centerly look at her.

"It's a real shame, sir. It's hard work, right? Can I change a little, sir? If you allow. We still have thirty minutes. I'm sure I could."

Everyone is silent. Now all eyes change to look at the fashion designer who is still sitting resigned. "How?" jhon Herman asked after a few seconds. The young girl also revealed the idea in her head. Jhon Herman responded with a smile on his face. He even got up from his seat and helped the girl.

In the mind of the Nagendra duo, Miss Gressa, as Jhon Herman called her, is a bright, simple and humble young woman. He's in his twenties, maybe. He has proven to be talented in the world of fashion design. In less than half an hour, a miracle happened. The torn cloak that makes the limp of the great designer class Jhon Herman now even has some beautiful gaps.

"Dear of it! Brava! You're brilliant, Miss Gressa! One day you will be a famous fashion designer, my dear! Thank God you're on my team, my dear. Thank you very much, yes! You really do bring a miracle!"

Jhon Herman hugged the young girl full of happiness. He wiped his tears repeatedly and breathed a sigh of relief. Rocky spun a few times, proudly pecking himself in front of a large mirror, playing his cloak that looked much better than his previous look. In addition to without an accident tear, new cracks in some places in the robe with edges that are brushed to tufted actually create a traditional feel that is thick and feels cool.

"Later you have to come with me out, yeah! You're on stage!"

The girl's eyes widened in shock. "Ah, this Mr. Jhon, it could be. Shocked, I."

Jhon Herman shook his head firmly. "I'm serious, lo. It's your creativity, honey! I am fair, really. If you don't have the idea and save Rocky's robe, my months of hard work would be meaningless. Anyway, I'll ask the MC to name you, yes, Miss Gressa."

The girl frantically rejected Jhon Herman's request. As serious as the original designer who asked him to appear in front of the T stage as a collaborator, the attitude of the assistant girl also refused with various reasons. Rega and Rocky Nagendra automatically observe them.

Miss Gressa's. There was a smile on his face. But both Rega and Rocky Nagendra catch something wrong behind the sweet smile of the girl. The twins throw one another a glance. Without saying a word, the two of them felt like they could sense something else.

Thirty minutes passed. Now the twins pitch on stage with other models. Apparently the visitors who poured around the stage T welcomed the series of fashion designed by Jhon Herman and other Indonesian designers.

The most festive cheers seemed to be directed at the twins. I don't know because of the clothes they show. Either because of their appearance which is usually the center of attention. It could be because of both.

The grand fashion show of the open stage that night felt more festive and beautiful under the star-studded Marina Bay skyline. The torch fire light set on the right and left along the T stage adds a bold and natural impression. The waves that were not too noisy at that time mixed with low applause, the sound of crowded conversations, and the cheers of so many people in the SEA Modefeast activity area.

In some corners deliberately placed mini bars that provide juice drinks, squash, mocktails and cocktails along with a variety of cut fruits and cakes in small portions. Marina Bay is more crowded and lively than usual. Many laughter, greetings, conversations, and tinkling glasses filled the air, as the smoke of the billowing torch evaporated freely into a dimming bias to the black sky.

From behind the stage Jhon Herman insisted on arresting his helper girl. He held the girl's tiny wrist.

"I don't accept your rejection for any reason, lo! You have to come on stage as a designer collaborator. Please, take this as a sign of love and thank you for the magic created through your brilliant ideas and hands, my dear."

Both Rega and Rocky caught the moment. Even if they do not intend to interfere, they both still feel tickled. In fact, there is an intention to help the girl break away from Jhon Herman.

"Come, dong, Miss Gressa. Smile, dong! Tensely? Later with me, really. We ride together, drugs for a little while, get a bouquet of flowers keep coming in again." The fashion designer tried to cheer the girl up. Her hand was still clasping the girl's wrist, afraid in case her buying collaborator ran away.

Until the time comes! As per the request of Jhon Herman, the name of Miss Gressa was also mentioned when the fashion was exhibited. Six fashion designers take to stage T. Following in the back row, Jhon Herman who cooperated with 'force' girl collaborator. With her head bowed, Gressa tried to match the steps of Jhon Herman.

Repeatedly John Herman persuaded his Miss Gressa to raise her face, throwing smiles greeting the audience around the stage. The girl kept looking down. "Come, waving, my dear! Smile, yuk! Wave hand! Don't be ashamed, my dear. It's not okay. Come on, let it be beautiful and good if photographed. Yuk, Honey!" But the girl kept on looking down. And the twins are still watching.

A bouquet of flowers was handed over to Jhon Herman. Then sincerely the bouquet was given to the young girl who since under the stage was taken by him. The girl was forced to look up because the bouquet was so big. He almost dropped it and made a little unnecessary noise on that stage.

Only 1-2 seconds when the face is lifted, suddenly both knees weak. The girl almost drooped on stage if Rocky hadn't come. With one flexible movement the girl carried him. Intentionally he turned around, as if the action was part of a performance on the prestigious stage. Rega also competed, inviting other models to dance while clapping to the rhythm of the music. Crowds of cheers and applause accompanied the return of all of them backstage. The show is over.

...*...

Omella tried her hardest to refuse her superior's request. He doesn't mind going on stage. Moreover, his superiors said he would be introduced as a collaborator. Who the hell wouldn't want to? To a small assistant and an amateur designer like him, what his superior promised was an honor and pride.

The thing is, that beyond that is an open stage and made with the concept of a nighttime beach party. It means there will be a piece of wood burned. Well, parties on the beach at night seem identical to bonfires, fires, and the light of lanterns or torches. Something is burning. And usually it's synonymous with something Omella avoids very much. Yep. Omella Gressa phobia on fire.

Already resigned. Mr. Jhon held him so tight. Her wrists were second by second like numbness. Her body is cold hot. Omella wanted to run, run away as fast as she could. Far from the observation of Jhon Herman, his great and kind superiors.

From the beginning Omella did not intend to come to the stage area. He already knew the concept of the grand event. His first step once he set foot at Changi international airport was to head for the hotel. The rest he only needs to lock himself in a room or hotel hall where the props and fashion designers prepare the works to be displayed.

Getting around the area of the event let alone watching a fashion show in front of the stage T SEA Modefeast actually does not exist at all in Omella's plan. He already knew how everyone was enthusiastic about talking about the hope of seeing the exoticism of the beach and stage with torchlight around the stage. Torch means fire.

Even Omella deliberately missed a lunch together that was devoted to everyone involved in the activity. Wh why? The concept is burning aka barbecue on the beach. Burning means there is fire. What followed was "Thank you, I'll eat in the room, book the hotel service." The reason Omella is resting is because of her monthly guests.

Ohh, who the hell would want to be evil to reject such an excuse? Moreover, Omella is known as a hard worker who is quite talented among the organizing committee. It is enough that they accept Omella's reason without suspecting that Omella has a problem with her phobia.

Only, this time Omella was no longer able to wince. Pimply. Anyway bad. Like a lamb being herded into a slaughterhouse, Omella knew she had no chance of survival. Especially now that his name has been mentioned to come to the stage.

Just bow! Don't look ahead. You must be safe. Okay, relax! Take a short walk, eyes look down, most minute, down again, already.

But, ....

"My dear, this bouquet of flowers you are more entitled."

Huh!

Omella had accepted the bouquet. The bouquet is huge. He's not ready to accept it anyway. So, Omella did an impulsive act that she regretted. Forced, he raised his head and caught a glimpse of the blazing flame light from one of the torches on the edge of the stage.

"Make you, yeah. Thanks again, dear. You're great, Miss Gressa!"

Oh, naw! Not first! Not now! Can't fall! Omella!!

But both of his knees were weak. His feet no longer tread the earth. His body lost weight and he felt light. It floated.

Am I flying?

Before her eyelids closed, Omella saw a pair of eyes. No, the two are not the same. Next to the light brown. Next greenish. Or really green? Or maybe a little blue? The toska? But it was clearly a pair of eyes from a handsome face he had seen.

So, what color were his eyes, huh?

I don't know. Because his eyes are completely closed.

...* *...

Rega Nagendra looked out the window. A wisp of pitch-white clouds covered the green plains far below. His mind was still in a small room in Marina Bay with a red cross sign in front of him.

"God! Daydreaming. Napa? Still thinking about that girl?"

The person asked nodded. He never hid anything from his twin brother. Rocky Nagendra is back in his seat. He patted his twin knee. "Quiet down. He must be recovering, really."

"Much more? Doctor, Lu?"

Rocky Nagendra sneered at his brother. "Before boarding the plane I heard from Brother Herman. He may have fainted from being too groggy to take to the stage. He was tired from before he went up, obviously he had stage fright."

The sneer replied. "Sokay know, Lu!"

"Rather than attention-grabbing but no-action," retorted while playing an eyebrow, deliberately teasing his twin. Rocky Nagendra is not his name if you lose an argument, especially from his twin brother. And the reply is usually a crushing one, making the twin not warty.

"Brew!"

Yaks. That's Rega's mainstay when losing an argument with him. Rocky little grin. Inwardly he cheered cheerfully, 'yes, win again!'.

Both then fell silent. Busy to dive into the thoughts and journey of each heart.

"Ga, what was his name?"

"Gressa? Sis Herman said she was Miss Gressa, Miss Gressa. That's it, anyway," replied Rega.

"But when the Indonesian people named her Miss? Her name must be Gressa. Why didn't we just have his full name, huh? Ah, it could be Kak Herman, his full name. Thank goodness for the HP number."

Rocky laughs. Rega pretended to punch his twin arm. In his heart he confirmed Rocky's thought.

"Hhh." Rega let out his breath. He realized something. And that's a whole new thing. In his life, only this time did he experience this kind of feeling. Outlandish. Thrilling. Funnier. But full of challenges and arousing spirit. What's this feeling, anyway? Especially when his memories constantly lead him to Miss Gressa. His face, his way of smiling, his way of speaking, his way of working, his voice, and everything he could remember.

"Udah, Dong, Ga! Don't get rich people stressed out, ah! Put on a mask, here! Shame on you, look at people, are we smiling to ourselves?"

Rega gasped to see a black duckbill mask made of cloth thrust into the front of his nose. He was even more surprised when he realized his twin was already wearing a similar mask.

"You too? Smile themselves?" Rega asked softly. Rocky replied with a slow nod. The two became misbehaved in the VIP cabin seat of the plane to Jakarta.

"Ky, are you the same?" ask Rega slowly. He suspected his twin was experiencing the same feelings as him.

"What's? Same as Miss Gressa?" Rocky hesitantly replied. "I just experienced it for the first time, Ga. It feels rich gini turns out."

Rega alert. "Whatuh? First love?"

Rocky nodded. The deg! "You... too?"

Rega nodded. The deg!

For a moment, the two looked at each other. Then simultaneously say, "Congratulations!"

Both then laughed.

"Woy, rival in a healthy way, yes!"

"Berez, Ga!"

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