Last For Forever

The Feel of Wanting to Have

AFTER photographing Lesti and Putra, Billar handed over all of their photo editing to his employees. Behind their romantic photos lies a sliced soul. Billar threw his body in his office chair, is it true that the woman he was expecting already owned? Billar thought everything Lesti said the other day was just nonsense, but, now the reality agrees that it seems like they have a special relationship especially his mind is back on the Lesti instastory.

Billar sighed long enough, throwing away this nonsense. Though basically the taste of it will never go away. Before acting, it seemed like he had to seek information regarding them. Even if they are dating, there is no harm in Billar hoping the Owner of the Heart to bring him closer?

His body back firmly, staring at the computer screen that has been installed editing applications. He will complete all edits owned by consumers after that find out about them. Hopefully they are just co-workers, nothing more.

Not long from fiddling with the application, his office door was knocked and opened by a tall man with a look so tired. He kept the helmet on the table in this room, then laid his body on the sofa after lowering his carrying case.

“Crazy! Severe mismatched, there was an accident!” sesame, panting.

“No!” reply Billar without turning his gaze away from the monitor.

“Kalo not because lo, I do not want to be asked by Arfan to anterin tuh motor!” tart, pissed. Silent moment. He got up from his sleep, and looked at his friend's face with focus. “Lo welcome to Manda?”

Still ignoring the whereabouts of his friend, Billar responded modestly. Because Amanda is no longer his business, very stupid with him, which is clear now his feelings are only linked to the hijab woman waitress restaurant.

“Have been asked instead diem bae!” He got up and walked up to him; stopping the mouse he was holding.

For the first time Billar stared at the man named Haris who slowly developed a smile at him. Billar snorted and slapped Haris' face. “Iya I hope Manda. Wh why? Lo happy I broke up?”

Haris stroked her cheek, slowly. “Dih, why the hell lo? I happy? No, I'm just surprised.”

“Gue has moved on from him, if you want to share Manda please I support!” reply Billar. “But, I advise you not to shoot him now, he said he broke up from me because he wanted to achieve the dream first,”.

“Classic. Tell me if he was not at home with lo,” timpal Haris, now sitting in the front seat of Billar's work desk. “By the way, how to really move on?”

Billar smiled faintly. “Why should it take so long, if I have met someone who is just as hearty as me when moving here? Though slowly reality sliced my hopes.”

The two eyeballs of Haris perfectly round, why is this friend so easy to find someone who fits? While he, after a six-year period, never saw or felt anything when meeting the same woman who said his friends were perfect. Never felt that taste, but, just a few moments after that vanished and never returned.

“Who?”

Billar raised his head. “Barusan here out the same promotional photos that might be his bluff.”

Haris was surprised. “Lo want to be the third person, Bi?”

“Yakali third person, but he too heh, third person prayer line,” replied Billar, continuing his duties.

Haris chuckles. “Sa ae lo kang photos!”

“From elo kang singles!” billar laughed.

Haris clings to Billar's head, smiling sideways. Though the nickname singles to him is no longer a new thing, but it has been a very long time. All her co-workers called her with the lure of singles, why? You already know, until now there has not been one woman who really knocked her feelings.

“Gakpapa single too, I'm happy!”

“Blessed?” Billar chuckles. “Which is suffering,” he added made Haris snort and almost clicked him again, but he immediately rewinded his chair followed by a tongue sticking out.

“Anjim!”

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After the Magrib prayer, Lesti prayed for guidance on two men who had touched his life. Lesti wanted her feelings to be immediately focused, without having to hurt any of them for longer. Especially until they quarreled over it, he was very far away from it.

Lesti cleaned up the face and prayer mat that he had just put on after he finished praying. When he turned to get out of this musala, for a second he saw the Son who was about to perform the prayer. He smiled so sweetly, that Lesti's breath was deflated. The white man's skin was shining under the water blanket that was still filling his face, he really looked perfect this second.

“Eh, we'll go home later together, right?” said the son, nervous.

Lesti twisted her body. “Yes, we'll go home later, why?”

Son smile. “Where if later we have dinner first outside, which is the same direction as your home aja.”

“OK!” Lesti nodded before finally leaving the Son to perform the prayer.

As her hand reached for the shoes, Ardia suddenly appeared expressionless. Lesti frowned one of his eyebrows, astonished. Unlike usual this woman as now, flat, without a word said from her mouth even though only limited to greeting.

“Lo why?” ask Lesti while sitting on the chair next to the shoe rack.

“Do not know, suddenly my heart hurts!” cetus Ardia while tucking her hair behind her ears, then began to take water wudu.

“Because what?”

“Kok lo don't tell me if you have a problem like this? In the past, right, when we were in school we were always venting here and there, but, now you are alone. Why?” lesti.

“Iya later I told you, but now I want to pray first!” tukas Ardia released Lesti's grasp.

Ardia let out a very long sigh, it seemed like from now on his chest would be shaken to the point that time stopped the reality he was facing. Even after witnessing all this, it felt like he could not afford to be between two walls that might squeeze him later. Let alone being in between, turning, or even touching him now he is powerless. Her chest was already tight, and Ardia was reluctant to add to that tightness.

Ardia's gaze tried to focus, so as not to be affected by the thoughts and reality of this moment. Loving and trusting people who he considers reasonable, it ended up sizable like this. Enough's enough! He did not want to hope anymore, he just wanted something that was definitely not a sweet face that turned out to be just a mask.

Finished performing the obligatory ritual, Ardia immediately went from the musala, ignoring the greetings from his friends who then passed by to pray. Ardia again sighed when the topic that had recently lodged in her ear. Why was he not being honest, why did he have to hide the obvious taste in their bodies?

“Ardia? Come story cepetan mumpung again quiet,” welcome Lesti while sitting next to Ardia who rested for a moment.

“Later Les, I'm again males story!” reply Ardia.

“Gue is ready to be horrified about your problem, if I can I will give you advice or what cake let your problem not mumet,” explained Lesti.

“According to you right not if I fight back?”

Lesti was silent for a moment. “If you fight with evil again you can not, if you reply beautifully can kok.”

“Reply with beautiful?”

Lesti nodded and smiled.

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After the Magrib prayer, Billar invited Haris to chat at Kejora. Billar just wants to see Lesti's movements there. Invite Haris too so that he does not seem to be observing Lesti, yups! Haris was only a runaway as Lesti stared back at him.

“Bi, I nginep in lo apartment ya?” said Haris.

“It is, when you want to contract? In my apartment only there is an empty room,” reply Billar once sitting in the chair in front of Haris.

“Yes I'm afraid you don't want to stay!”

“It was yes, but after thinking about it in return lo nganterin motor I lo can stay in my apartment.” Billar began to circulate his gaze throughout this restaurant.

Haris smiled happily. Despite arguing with him often, Billar is his best friend. In addition to being willing to appoint him as an employee in his rapidly growing studio, he has always been an escape when he likes and sorrows. I don't know how many parts, if all the outpouring is stored in Billar and vice versa used as a storybook.

“But, you have to bring your own motor. I can't keep minjemin my bike to lo, especially now I have a plan to work on someone!”

“Iya I know, tomorrow morning I return to Jakarta, the shabby I come back here!” haris.

Billar nodded then began ordering a medium-sized caramel-coated bread and two cups of mocha coffee. After that the two chatted about the topic, until Billar's gaze was fixed on Lesti who was about to deliver the order to the customer's desk which was quite close to his desk. For a few seconds they were engaged to look at each other, but, the two immediately turned their eyes away.

“Bi?”

Billar turned his head and linked one of his eyebrows towards Haris.

“Usually you close the studio at what time?” asked Haris while putting the piece of bread into his mouth.

“After Issue I tell my employees to go home, but, sometimes they like bablas to stay in the studio nerusin.” Billar sipped his coffee. “Although I still pay their extra hours. In part they are all very serious, even I intend to lift them directly as permanent employees.”

“How many employees you have here, I am not too careful anyway,” said Haris.

“Five people. But, if later overwhelmed I look again, in the stage of promotion of consumer comments on positive all.”

“Iya if they make you sure, mending just lift as a permanent employee.”

“Iya later if I have already dapetin my dream,” timpal Billar.

Haris looked questioningly at Billar's face. “What is your dream now?”

Billar was silent for a moment, finishing the food that was still in his mouth. Along with Lesti back across his stool, Billar followed him and smiled at Haris.

“Have someone I believe is the One the Owner of the Heart entrusted to perfect this taste.”

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