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Renjana Kanya's

Today we decided to return to Jakarta, after Mas Hanung sent a voice message threatening to tear down the MediaPena building if we did not return to Jakarta immediately. He said, "Raz, I'm asking you to pick up Kanya, not for a honeymoon. Turn around, don't you? Changed boss, can be just like lo."

We laughed when we heard Mas Hanung's rant that was sent to Araz's number. The return plan that should be two days away, accelerated by one day. Luckily Araz had not booked a plane ticket and had chosen to book a train ticket for his next trip. So here we are, the first place we took a few months ago on our way home.

My smile expands. I haven't smiled in a long time after this. Too many wounds that make me unable to thank and forget the things that have been given by God. Only able to complain without being able to accept what happened behind all the events I experienced. Behind that, there are so many lessons I learned. Even when I decided to accept it with chest space, all the hurt feelings made me happier.

God is indeed Fair. After hundreds of days of tears, He sent an incredible replacement. In the form of Mama - who I have denied her existence. In the form of Eka's father, Victor, and also the Son - who made me whole again. And, of all that, God replaced everything else so perfectly, in the form of Araz.

I stared at the man standing with the backpack beside me. Today he looks cool. Or is he always cool at all times and I miss paying attention to him? I don't know, for me today Araz performed to the maximum. White shirts combined with a light blue jeans jacket paired with darker colored jeans from the top. Her hair that began to be long was left to the middle. Perfect.

On a whim, I took the device out of my pants pocket and positioned the right angle to capture the image. The quiet atmosphere of the station is not rowdy as usual, looks very fitting with the current appearance if captured through the camera.

"Mas Araz, look here for a minute dong," I called to make the man turn his head. At the same time I took the pose that made me also misbehave when I saw the results.

"Where, good?" The man's question made me feel even more wrong. I felt my face heat up. "Duh, you're so stunned. It must be so cute this is the result."

"That's because I'm good at taking picture angles" I said bragging. Even so unobtrusive still makes me pound.

"If so, let's take a look here."

"No, if you look to Mas Araz later the power of the spell can be lost," I replied origin. The man frowned.

"But I'm the model. Time cannot see the results. Tell me try here."

Just as Araz was about to snatch the device from my hand, the train that was about to take us to Jakarta had approached the station. The right moment to avoid. I rushed towards line three according to the announcement from the loudspeaker above the station entrance.

"Eh, I'm running away, anyway" cried Araz sayup-dyed caught my eardrum. The man smiled as I looked at him. And, I stuck out my tongue in return.

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On the train that will take us to Jakarta, I secretly observe again my shots.

Araz is cool. Judging from any side, she was completely similar to the male lead in that Kim Ji Young movie. No wonder anyone who saw it would be stunned. Even though there was one or two people who clearly cried hysterically every time they met the man who was always responded with arrogance. "Risk of a handsome man, that's it." She said whenever a woman screamed hysterically when she met him.

"Oh, so that was your shot? Very cool, pantes until the heart is glaring," said Araz suddenly startled me. The man leaned back on my seat and peeked out from behind my back.

"Kok Mas Araz was very cool behind it," I protested when I realized Araz's presence. The man went to the toilet to escape something that irritated his stomach.

"Oh, so expect me to be in the toilet for a long time?"

"It doesn't matter anyway, you can have a longer time to see the gallery," I replied as I turned my gaze out the window. Although actually the thing I did was to hide my hot face.

"Why see the gallery if there's a real person?"

"Udah, look at the guy. Mumpung there is this. Free, no charge whatsoever."

I glanced back at Araz. The man laughed while sitting next to me. It was fortunate that we took executive classes, so not so many people paid attention to us.

"Mas Araz was originally a gini? I think the first to know Mas Araz is charismatic, firm, do not like pleasantries, but the more here is the more rest?" I said as soon as Araz sat on his stool.

"Which one do you like?" araz's asking just made me glance back at him.

If only this wasn't a public place, it felt like I'd really like to pinch any part of his body as long as it made the man grimace in pain. The longer he looked more like Mas Hanung who liked fun and prank. Yeah, I forgot they were friends. However, there must be one or two similarities between them that make the friendship last until now, right?

"I'd rather Mas Araz sleep."

In the end I answered Araz's question that was more like a guyonan than a serious question that needed an answer. It was evident that the man only laughed when he heard my answer.

"Yes, if I sleep then. Wake up when you get there," he said, interrupting his long legs. I just glanced at the hoe and threw in the pea skin - the snack mark she had eaten during the trip. "Loh, why? Said I was told to sleep?"

"Yes, just sleep there. Let me talk to the mosquitoes," I said still original. Araz laughed without a sound. She quietly shifted her seat closer and kissed my cheek.

"Cie, crashing. I've told you not yet, you're more beautiful when you're sniffing," the god can't hide the red hue on my cheek.

"Know ah, Mas Araz rese."

The man laughed. My body is twisted until now we face each other. The man's smile adorned his lips.

"If you are already in Jakarta, we take the time to go back to Bandung yuk. I'd like to introduce you to Father and Eomma. Let it be that if you lash out I can hug you anywhere," he said with a serious look.

Shit, I couldn't speak when I looked at him. Just nodding in response.

I know, our journey is still long. This is just the beginning. First steps to reach the end of the journey. However, I want to believe it, if we can achieve a common goal.

Araz held my hand. His smile is still expanding. He took my head when he asked me to sleep on his shoulders. Even the smile on my lips can't fade. Being with him always makes me feel comfortable and safe. I was already captive.

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