Last For Forever

Prologues

UNDER the light with a dim light, the black hijab woman was silent for a moment when the phone crouching in her jacket pocket vibrated continuously after a few seconds she activated her internet. He saw a row of notifications from various applications, until his eyes were perfectly rounded when a row of letters formed a male name that had no news this month, now comes back with a good night.

“Astaghfirullah!” the woman squealed, making her two friends who were still preparing to go home look at her questioningly.

“What's up?” asked the woman with tied hair, approaching her.

“I ex-chat after a month of saying!” he exclaimed, making this quiet warm room again crowded.

“Raziq?”

The woman turned to her friend, and nodded. He pulled back one of the chairs that had been tidied up, then sat down and immediately replied to the message of his ex-girlfriend, who until now still feels sweet to remember.

“He must have turned it back!” says steady.

Meanwhile, the man who was now ready to go home rolled his eyeballs lazily. Not one bit he was curious about the statement that his coworkers just made. An ex? Revert it?

“Gue first, yes, bye!” pampered. His shady gaze stared for a moment at the two women who were night shift colleagues for the next week.

“Lo don't want to wait for us to be picked up?”

“No, I'm tired, sleepy, want to sleep!” he responded with a tired smile, before finally leaving.

“OK!”

The woman, whose full name was Ardia Yulianti, turned her vision to the left side, seeing her friend who was busy reading replies from her ex. His forehead shriveled, along with a membrane of water that slowly enveloped his two friend's eyeballs.

“Lesti? Why?” tanyanya slow.

The black-hijab woman took off her phone, then turned to Ardia with a long soothing breath. He stretched out his arms, and immediately hugged Ardia tightly.

“Lo why, anyway?” asked Ardia in her arms.

“Gue thinks he's going to push back, uh, that's why he's giving me an invitation. She's getting married!” Lesti slightly shouted, with tears already pouring down her hijab and Ardia's clothes.

“Keep why do you cry?”

“Ardia! I think he's gonna break me up so, uh marry me first! If gini, it looks so bad that I failed to move on from him. I still hope that he will return it!” lesti Whine.

Ardia rolled her eyes, furious. He knows how the love journey between Lesti and Raziq began during High School until graduation. Raziq chose to go to college because his family was far from enough, while Lesti chose to work directly with him because he was born from a simple family.

“Do not cry! He, right, doesn't know if you fail to move on, or still ngarepin him!” Ardia released Lesti's embrace and looked at her fully. “Lo must be proven if it has moved on from him, do not cry kek gini! Ex-marital kok is mourned instead of supervised!”

Lesti wiped her tears. “How to do?”

“Lo must be present to Raziq's wedding with a super beautiful look!”

Both of Lesti's eyes were perfectly rounded, hearing what had just been said from Ardia's mouth. “Hah?!”

“Yaps! You must be present. Proof that you've moved on from him!”

Lesti turned her gaze away from Ardia. His two hands were left to support his face, and went back daydreaming, imagining the wonderful memories he had passed with Raziq over these nearly five years.

“Gue can't, Di! My memories of the same Raziq are too beautiful vuat I lupain. Five years isn't a minute, Di! Moreover, the breakup is the same he just a month!” decak Lesti's.

Back, Ardia rolled her eyeballs. Didn't expect that his friend would be like this because he was left married to an ex. What to cry about the former who according to KBBI is the former?

“Yes, that, anyway, is up to you! Yes, if I become lo, I will be present while holding a new guy! I will prove that an Ardia Yulianti managed to move on from him!” Ardia displayed her pretentious style in front of Lesti who was still pouting lamenting the reality that she really did not need to lament.

“Ardia! The problem is I don't have pacaaaarrrrr!!!” whinek Lesti hid his head behind his two overlapping hands on the table.

Ardia stuck her index finger on her forehead, thinking how to make her friend not act stupid like this.

“Gue has an idea!” ardia, spirit.

Ardia brought her face closer to Lesti's ears; whispered something.

Lesti was wide-eyed, then hugged Ardia's body very tightly. “But if he doesn't want what? I've always been indifferent to him.” Lesti let go of her hug, and re-exposed her unmoved expression.

“Yes Allah! Not yet tried pessimistic, pantesan Raziq ninggalin lo!” goldas Ardia's.

“Ardia!!! It's so bad to be temen!” exclaim Lesti.

“But lo demen, right, same friends I?” Ardia linked one of her eyebrows while smiling.

Lesti hugged Ardia while smiling happily. “Still, In!”

“Do not cry anymore. There are still many guys out there, you just need to wait for the right time, when God says to lo!” Ardia stroked Lesti's back full of affection.

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Meanwhile, on the same earth, under a night sky full of stars, a tall man in a black sweater walked quickly as his body descended from a red ninja motorbike in front of a famous cafe in the capital. His face could not tear down his pleasure, as one by one he climbed the stairs to the roof of this cafe.

Chocolate beads circulated sweeping one by one people who were spending their weekend here. His vision was fixed on the figure of a beautiful woman clenching her hands before his face.

“Hai!” greet the man, without dampening the sweet smile on his lips.

The white-washed woman in a black blezer only smiled briefly, letting the man who had been her lover sit in front of her all this time. There was a pain that slipped into his heart, as the plan that became his decision filled his mind.

“Bi, I want to say something.” He paused his words for a moment. “I want us to hope, I am not ready to be your wife, Bi,” continued the woman was flat, but it contains a lot of emotions in it.

For every second, the universe seems to stop time; it gives room for handsome men to absorb what their girlfriends have just said. His chest was fierce, shattering the freezing of the universe against the atmosphere that enveloped him.

“Ma-you mean what?” The man still hoped that what had just been said from his lover's mouth was just nonsense.

The woman smiled back. “We broke up.”

The man exhaled slowly, calming his hunting chest ever since the stifling sentence was thrown out of the woman's mouth. Is he dreaming now? Nah! It's too real to say dream. He did not understand why the woman he had been in love with for two years said the very words he avoided during dating.

“I still have many dreams, especially my family's dreams. They're everything to me, I'm sorry, Bi.” He got up from his seat. “Thank you for everything all this time, Bi.” She took off her lover's ring on her birthday.

Again the man sighed to calm his feelings that were dragged away by disappointment and hurt. However, is there still hope for him to return to combine affection with his former lover? He clasped the woman's hand as it passed by her side.

“Manda! I know you have dreams, we all have dreams. But, we don't have to break up, do we, Manda? We can reach it together—”

“Not for that. You don't understand how I feel, Bi. Thanks for everything!” The woman called Manda left just like that, leaving a wound implied in the chest of the man who could now only lament the reality.

The man sat back down, staring at the ring Manda had just left on her desk. He grabbed it, then got up leaving this place with an uncertain feeling. At the end of the stairs, he can see Manda going by taxi online. For the next time, he sighed trying to let go of the one who had just left.

Never thought that on a beautiful night, fate gives a surprise that is inversely proportional to the atmosphere of this night. It was not the stars or the moon that fate had given him, but the lightning that ravaged his feelings.

Enraged, he threw the ring he was carrying in any direction. In the deepest recesses of his heart, he is determined not to meet the woman whose full name is Amanda Putri and. This incident really makes it a little ‘gila’.

Just as his hands were spoiling the helmet on his head, the flat object lodged in his jacket pocket thrashed asking to be acknowledged.

Arphan:

Don't forget tomorrow Grand Opening MRB Studio in Bandung!

From behind his helmet, he smiled happily. Maybe by staying for days in Bandung while running his new studio, he could forget the figure of a woman who had just cut off his relationship. Perhaps also, he will find a better female figure than Amanda there, so the process of moving on will be faster.

Billar Aswindra, you have to be excited! You can definitely get better than Manda! You can definitely!

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