Is This Luka?

1

"i'm focused on making my studio, and you're focused on your Final Project proposal. Please believe I'm not like2"

The short message he sent through the chat application which at that time was booming. I just smiled, read it, put the phone back on the bed, and refocused on my laptop screen.

So the final student, hmm hmm hmm it feels really nano-nano. Yes, there are many lies, but the mind also gabisa follow keleuus fall. Stay focused, focused, and focused looking for materials.

Just typing a few sentences, my phone has sounded very loud.

"Dear" The writing on my phone screen.

"yes.." I replied.

"what again? sorry just finished making a banner!"said it.

"yes, just in front of the laptop. banner for what the hell? so your hangar is uda what percentage ?"

"yes, make a decoration ntar in the sanggar, hmm 80% laah!"

"okk. I hope cepet kelar deh and I do not continue to be allowed to independently rich gini. Bosen know, the same daily habits you now go everywhere I myself. It's like singles!" cerocos.

"haahhaa what the hell is Ras?" he even laughed.

"so much fun even laughing?"

"iyaa. yaa. I think this is for our future. That's why the lecture cepet kelarin. And you already when she studies independently, this is also for your good ko."

"patience to be patient.ntar if the weekend I tell you to take the road yaa, let's not boring."

"what I need is you, Oky..!"

"iyaa, but I was busy first Laras.. Please do not bother to fight I'm really cape again."

"yes, I'm sorry. Yauda you're good there, Ky. Don't forget to eat."

"iyaa, he continued, I also have a lot of work."

"yuda. daaagh"

Connection interrupted without goodbye. I still think positive, maybe there were some words that made him offended, with the situation he was tired. Yes let it go, tomorrow after tomorrow he must be good again.

Oky Pradipta, the man who's been grooming me since I was in the third semester. Many things we have been through, crying, laughter, joy, sorrow, poke we always try to be the best. Oky well not kelulungan, what I want for sure he grants it. Three years ago he graduated and worked in one of the famous hangars in Kota. But every day he still took the time to visit me, even to just accompany dinner.

Children born to a family of Tajir twisting whose inheritance will not run out seven derivatives. His mother supplies rice to supermarkets as well as grocery stores in Kota. Her sister, works at a graphic design company. I'm pretty familiar with Mom, sometimes we go both ways. Watch. Nyalon. Shopping. Or just hangout and eat. Her mother was very nice, she usually went by herself everywhere, and lately had a beautiful aide like me. Mothers of today with the latest gadgets and cars, plus bags, shoes, and branded glasses always accompany.

But unfortunately, Oky is the son of a broken home victim, her board member father remarried to a young young girl when we were dating in the first year. No wonder to me, if his behavior is very different than a child with a normal family situation. And that's what kept me going until the third year. She was always there for me, never absent attention, and I felt like a queen who was always pampered.

But lately, maybe it has been almost a month he is very busy with his new business. He only gave me a phone call or a short message. Vacuous? it's obvious but I try to always be patient and succumb rather than having to fight and not wearing things.