
The Surabaya-born girl, was pensive with her thoughts. Walk towards the window, then stand staring at the beautiful star that shines among the darkness of the night.
*Why did you open that old wound that I had long since healed. Going without saying goodbye, like a lost person in the swallow of the earth, not even a piece of paper to end our meeting. For years I tried to find the existence of you who never met, until I finally knew the word surrender.
After I gave up, slowly your name disappeared from my memory. And I started to reorganize my life without you. Until finally I managed to forget you even though in the heart still imprints the writing of your name.
Until I feel like I'm fine like I was before I knew you. But now? why are we found at the wrong time. I'm not ready if my old wounds will come back.
Huh now the feeling is being swayed by time. Sooner or later we'll meet again, I'm pretty sure it's*.
That's the word that was thrown out of Zela's mouth. The word was also interspersed with clear liquid from the eye pelupuk that bathed his cheek.
"Woi elo why Zel," said Hana patting Zela on the shoulder. Zela quickly wiped her tears.
"Elo cry," said Hana while inviting Hana to sit on the bed.
"Elo why?" ask Hana.
"Ng no papa me, hemm," said Zela nervously and hung up her words.
"Hem why?" ask Hana who is getting curious.
"Ah yes, I just miss Surabaya," replied Zela with a forced smile so that Hana did not continue to ask further.
"Oh so, elo how the hell, he said to follow me to Jakarta, just a few days in Jakarta already miss the same Surabaya," said Hana who did not suspect at all the words of Zela.
"Yes understand that I will live from a small in Surabaya," replied Zela.
"Ah time, don't believe me," ledek Hana.
"Ih elo time do not believe it anyway, my face is a face of a liar what," said Zela upset.
"That's a crumble," said Hana immediately pinched Zela's cheek.
"Hana! my cheek," said Zela annoyed.
One of the bar boys alumni of High School Hope was the same, staring at the beautiful shining star. The incident of meeting with Puput made his heart even more depressed. Zela and Dimas have their own favorite names when their very close relationship first, Dimas became Alan and Zela became Puput.
Put me miss elo, I'm sorry. If only I said the same elo, if I want to go where surely we will not be rich gini. For years we separated, finally found. But is our meeting a happy meeting.
Like Zela, the sentence came out of Dimas' mouth, Dimas's mouth was also relentless cursing at his secretions.
"Ahh siall," said Dimas shouting.
Fikri who heard the sound of his om screams just ran into his room om. With agility, Fikri approached Dimas.
"Om again yelling yells," said Fikri immediately hugged Dimas's leg. Immediately, Dimas picked up the adorable nephew to sit on his lap.
"Om no handsome papa," said Dimas pinched his nephew's cheek.
"Why did you scream?" asked Fikiri, the curious soul of Dimas' nephew thrashed.
"Ah om was just a voice test, tomorrow om want to sing," replied Dimas so that his nephew did not continue to urge to answer his question.
"Oh sing, Fikri follow dong om," replied Fikri who immediately believed Dimas' words.
"Om done singing" replied Dimas.
"Well," answered Fikri bowed his head, of course, because he was disappointed in his om. Seeing that, Dimas became unbearable to his nephew.
"Yes, tomorrow we sing again" said Dimas.
"Om really?" said Fikri raising his head, and staring at Dimas.
"Surely," replied Dimas.
"Yeyy," answered Fikri cheering.