Hate for Rena

Meet again

Rena and Kiara entered the hotel where they were staying. Kiara booked a room with two beds.

"Re, I want to go straight to the event committee for tomorrow, you rest first" Kiara said leaving Rena.

Rena nodded, currently she was unpacking the travel bag, some of her clothes were moved into the closet to keep it neat.

"Heart yes" Rena let go of Kiara and returned busy with her luggage.

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Afternoon.

Rena has been neat and rested. He was waiting for Kiara who was still taking a bath. Just an hour ago the girl returned to her room and was very excited to take Rena around the city.

Rena stood on the hotel balcony breathing the afternoon air. His views were spread out to all directions. The beautiful view of the city from a high floor makes the mood of Rena peaceful.

"I'm going to take you on a honeymoon to Australia where I was as a child" Varo's words and promises flashed back to Rena's memory.

"Why the hell still keep thinking about him, remember Re, let go of the past, he's not who, he's a bad person, no need to remember" Rena dialogue with herself.

Like a ship, now Rena's heart is like a ship that is tossed, hate and love are still united and equally strong. Making Rena can never be separated from the brunt of the waves both.

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"Where are we going? Rena asked Kiara for directions. They choose to walk from the hotel to enjoy the atmosphere of the city that many people pass by.

The location of the hotel chosen by Kiara is indeed in the center of the crowd, and especially close to a coffee shop that they will soon go to, which is the main purpose of Kiara bringing Rena to this country.

"There's a special Re coffee shop, I'm going there" Kiara explained.

"R&V" rena read the name sign of the coffee shop.

"Let's go in Re" Kiara was excited.

Rena and Kiara entered the coffee shop room that felt very comfortable. Many paintings and objects of interesting photo objects in it.

"Well, the rame yes Re, it turns out that inside is as beautiful as this" Kiara still continues to babble.

Rena lives in her heart. This place is exactly like his dream. As she opened a kiosk in Jakarta, Rena dreamed of her stall filled with paintings and wise writing on every corner.

Rena was amazed by a wise sentence in Indonesian in front of the bar table. It is quite unique because the language used there is quite foreign when read by local residents.

"The loss of a loved one is worse than death - William Cowper"

Kiara approached Rena who was still walking around throughout the room.

"Hey let's sit there" Kiara pulled Rena's hand.

The empty table in question Kiara was quite close to the hat barista who was busy concocting coffee orders from customers.

"The only one person on duty is here? though this place is quite rame" Kiara was upset because of a long wait.

Before long the man in the hat who was busy concocting coffee approached them, and asked in a fairly fluent local language.

"Good afternoon, please order" the man greeted kindly.

DEG....

Rena lifted her gaze and found someone who was hated and missed there.

The man in the hat is Varo.

Varo was no less surprised, because he had just looked at this new customer, and it turned out to be someone who was always present in his prayers. The woman who is the source of her spirit lives life