Lara's Admirers

Lara's Admirers
Episode 4



  We have a holiday tomorrow, not Sunday. Tomorrow is only Saturday and we usually still go to school. But, because class XII tomorrow study tour then we are closed. Yea!


 


 


  I should be working on Chemistry and PPKN for tomorrow tonight. But, because tomorrow is off so tonight is really my time. I chose to play mobile as usual. Checking all my social media. I opened my personal Instagram page, and I found a contest writing poetry and fiction. As you know, I'm very interested. And one of the conditions is to share a photo of his prayer to the Instagram feed by mentioning three friends of mine. I immediately distributed it while my intention was still firmly fixed. Because if I'm a mager, don't try to bother me.


 


 


  I have a friend, and he is a freelance writer on one of the apps. His name is the same as my last name. Yeah, her name is Ananda. And my name is Eresha Caitlyn Zie Ananda. Our names are the same, only our nicknames are different. I searched his Instagram account name. And I just type "An" in the search field. As usual, a few names came up. I was a little surprised, the account in the name of Ananta appeared at the very top. I'll finish my job soon. Then open an Ananta account, or rather stalking his account. Not many photos he took. However, my mind did not stop there. I opened my Facebook account. Searching for an account in the name of Ananta. Bingo! I found an account with the exact same profile photo as her Instagram profile photo. Not much information I got, but enough to find out more.


 


 


  I called Zahra, it just so happened that she was online.


 


 


"Hello." His greeting.


 


 


"Hello, ra. Later send a photo of the chemical record that dong dong yesterday." My word.


 


 


"OK, secure. Tumben lo nelepon cave. Usually through chat."


 


 


"Someone wants a grotto."


 


 


"What's that?"


 


 


"Lo knows Ananta, right?"


 


 


"Know, adek cave class first."


 


 


"Where is she at school now?"


 


 


"Ga tau cave. Why why?"


 


 


"Gapapa. Udah ya thanks a lot ra, chemistry do not forget to send to the cave ya."


 


 


  I'll hang up right away. Then I saw the WhatsApp story update of my friends. Not usually Sendy's sister uploads a photo of a girl. My feelings are starting to get worse. I doubtfully saw the update of the story. Sure enough, it's a picture of a girl in Jaya High School uniform. Written with the caption of rose emoticons.


 


 


 


 


  I took a screenshot of the woman and sent her to Zahra via chat


 


 


|Ra\, this is Ananta right?


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Not a cave, though. That's Jaya High School student right?|


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|Iya. Are you sure it wasn't Ananta in your old class?


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Sure sha\, why the same girl?|


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|Ga what the hell. Yes already. Thanks yeah


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  Zahra said, it is not a photo of Ananta sister of his class. Then what's the girl's name? Maybe his name is Ananta and it just so happens to be the name of his underclassman Zahra, Ananta too. There are many people named Ananta. Not just one person. I opened my WhatsApp profile for Sendy. Who knows, he wrote the girl's name in his bio. But the bio is empty.


 


 


  Is that Sis Sendy's girlfriend? Sis Sendy looks like a playboy with a cool face and bad boy behavior like most of the characters in teen fiction I've read. I'm even more convinced that he's a playboy, when he's been dating three girls for a year. Strange, he could easily accept the presence of someone new and open his heart to them, but not to me.


 


 


  Sometimes I want it to be that easy to conquer that man's heart, like theirs. But I never seem destined to have it. Maybe forever I was just destined to admire him, and only allowed to have him in my imaginary world.


 


 


  It's a good idea, Sendy's been online a lot but never returned my messages. Never seen WhatsApp story update from me. He is busy with other people who might be making him happier.


 


 


  But, why behind this does he seem to care about my situation? If I'm not the owner of his heart, then why did he offer me to come home with him yesterday? Whatdoes thatmean? I really don't understand.