FOREIGN DESIRANT

Episode 33 EPILOG 1

Alif stared at the nanar on a photo that appeared on his hape screen. A picture he found on the social media homepage that he had not opened for months. A girl stood staring at the long road in front of Borobudur Temple.

“How are you?” Whispers watered.

Hands clenched. Guilt and regret were so wrapped up. He feels like a loser once he knows the end of Kirana and Rehan's story. He admitted how cowardly he was. Indirectly, he let Kirana through it herself because of it. Alif did not think that Kirana chose to release Rehan. It was also unexpected that in the end Masyid who accompanied Rehan and Kirana chose to leave. Alif also did not blame anyone who did not tell him the story. This is all the fault of Alif himself who has closed himself off from any news related to Rehan and Kirana.until he was late as he always was

late getting a chance with Kirana.

“Kirana, since a long time ago, I was always late to realize all the things about you. Now you are getting further away.  Increasingly unaffordable. I realize it's not easy to see a girl like you anymore, Kirana. This is a severe punishment for me. But, I hope to still be able to see you one day when I have become a better and more deserving person for you.” Hope Alif in his heart.

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Kirana stood at the top of Borobudur Temple, watching the scenery that lay in front and stared fixedly at the road that he passed just a moment before climbing the steps of this magnificent temple. It is like re-watching the shadow of the times he has passed before finally being in his position now.

So far, he has to admit Alif's figure continues to reside in his heart. He realized the swish

the stranger he once felt was not extinct. Although he repeatedly resisted all tastes, harbored all his might and rejected it all. In the end, Kirana's heart beat again to mention the young man's name. One time he got word about Alif's whereabouts.

But once again, Kirana harbored the feeling she had. He chose to hold his heart. Maybe this

it was indeed open the right time for him to be with Alif. Maybe God still wants to give the opportunity to improve before they are finally reunited or not at all.

Kirana chose to recite the story of her heart along with the wind at the top of Borobudur Temple. His eyes are back

looking far at the twilight sky.

“Alif, I admit this hope is still ticking mention your name even though it had wanted to replace you with a presence

Rehan. But today I decided to let go of everything. We're getting farther and it's not impossible to see each other again. It's just that, until then I choose not to feel the same because I just want to put the foreign swish on not just any heart. Whether it's your heart or someone else's heart. Let time finish this story. Hope you choose that too.” Please Kirana, Iirih.

*Blitz,*

A flash of camera flash can be seen at a glance awakening Kirana's daydream. A friend took a picture of her as she fell silent and showed Kirana the results.

“I tagged you on facebook ya?” Pinta Kirana's.

Kirana nodded in agreement.Now the photo appeared on her Facebook account page. Kirana was stunned

when realizing a status containing poetry listed on the sign.

My daydream is wet

Reveal memories of you

When the earth is deep in the rain

Dragging me to the memory dimension

Tracing our track record

At the time exceeded

Cold cut skin

The drizzle still scratches the night manure

Awakening me will be a step further

On the path we each choose

Your path and mine are not the same

Forever not in the same direction

And I still survive this adventure

God gives me hope every morning

It might not end

Until my purpose is found

“It turns out you chose the same.” Kirana Mumbled. He believed the poem to him shortly after seeing the name of the account of the owner of the poem, Alif Ahmad Bachtiar.

One smile on his face. He immediately put the smartphone into a backpack and took the hand of Dian\, a friend who accompanied him that afternoon. Once again he turned to the top of Borobudur before the step took him further and further. “Goodbye\, past!” Bisik Kirana sure.***

*Poemy from a friend