Last For Forever

An Effort To Move On

Tiring NIGHT but refusing to be rested. Such was the atmosphere that enveloped Lesti now. After returning home from work, he will usually lie down to hug the bolster; painting a dream in such a way that when he woke up there was no tightness that poked in his heart.

But that won't happen tonight. His mind was too crowded and excited in opening the pages of the past that were indeed very beautiful. His feelings seemed to support what his mind was doing.

The time where they were still wearing white ash uniforms, became the opening of the shadow of the past that was drawn in his mind. In the past, Lesti never thought that Raziq who was the smartest student in her class expressed her feelings after the report distribution. Cornetto's Eskrim became the first thing Raziq gave them after a few minutes of their official dating. Lesti still remembered how special the time was, and thanks to the ice cream they exchanged bribes that ended with an ice-cream war in the face.

Raziq was also the first to introduce himself to cinema, and the first to be scolded by his father for coming home too late. Lesti and Raziq were interrogated and told to tell him the truth of what made him come home late by the Lesti family.

Ah, I like my thoughts, but not with the current reality!

Lesti covered her head with a pillow, hoping that all the shadows would leave immediately and that there was no need to return. He was destined not for her, but for the person she would surely love to meet the day after tomorrow.

O Allah .. Only this time I ask you that I amnesiac about Raziq. That's my only prayer tonight!

The more Lesti tried to forget the memories with Raziq, the stronger those memories became to stay in his memories. Lesti's eyes had been closed many times, but those memories woke him up again. Already the umpteenth time anyway, he rolled here and there looking for the right place for his body, but slowly the memories made his bed uncomfortable which in the end Lesti back up and whine indistinctly.

Lesti let out a long sigh, calming the gebu in his chest. Then reach for the phone perched not far from his body. He quickly pressed the memory folder until a trash can icon appeared at the end of his screen, then pressed it.

“Huft!” Lesti fluttered his body into the bed, and when he opened his eyes from the stern he immediately slid back up and got back up. “Alright, for now there should be no more items given by Raziq even nesting in this room!” his determination.

In the spirit of four-five, Lesti grabbed all the items Raziq had given her in her room. Starting from dolls, figurines, accessories, music boxes, clothes, hijabs, shoes, couple shirts, to watches that are still circular in their hands. Lesti put all these items in a large bag and put them under the mattress.

At the end of being tired, Lesti flushed down her body and closed her eyes in tandem with an increasingly regular roar of breath. Unknowingly the dream realm took him flying, away for a moment from the memories he created with Raziq.

The dream was very beautiful, decorated with many stars even Lesti could reach it with one hand. However, Lesti had to release the star into space and in a matter of seconds everything disappeared when the sky suddenly clouded and voiced a loud cry until he was jolted and fell.

Lesti saw a beam of light from a distance, which slowly began to weaken and showed a pair of lovers wrapped in all white clothes. Lesti was very familiar with who the man who held the woman there was, and he smiled with appreciation to her.

In one swoop, Lesti was aghast and woke up from his dream. His chest was dusty, and unknowingly his two eyes glazed to the point of becoming drops of falling water.

Lesti got out of her bed carrying the stuff that had been packed in a big bag out of her room.

“Lesti? Are you awake, or not asleep?” said someone from behind his body.

Lesti twisted his body tiredly. For a moment his gaze was directed towards the wall clock that was attached parallel to the television.

“That's what?” Mala who was Lesti's mother approached him. “You cry?”

Lesti hugged her mother. “Lusa later, Raziq wedlock.”

The atmosphere in the third tonight seemed to support how disappointed the voice that came out of Lesti's mouth. Mala took her breath and exhaled slowly, then stroked Lesti's back gently.

“Keep you sad?”

“I still hope for him, Mah.” Lesti tried hard so that her tears would not spill again.

Mala just smiled. “We pray yuk? Surely your heart will be calm,” Mala replied while releasing her child's embrace. “This what?” mala continued as her gaze turned towards the bag Lesti had evicted.

“This stuff from Raziq,” replied Lesti.

“You are in humanity? Discarded?”

Lesti just nodded.

“Yakin? Not gonna be a penny, right?” mala Goda.

“Mama!” lesti Whine. “I'm again trying to move on!” he added.

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Just as the alarm clock rang, Billar woke up from his sleep. Not only that, the sunlight was trying to sneak through the curtains in order to master the room dominated by accessories of his favorite ball team.

After adapting to the ambient light, Billar got up from his bed and immediately switched to grabbing a towel to carry out his morning ritual. His determination regarding the move on from Amanda buzzed loudly in his head, as if agreeing to his decision to leave here immediately.

Not expecting that her breakup with Amanda even made her more excited through today, tomorrow, and so on. Billar was already not feeling the wounds and disappointment that was too severe, which may be by interacting often later everything will disappear.

Billar was very surprised when he came out of the bathroom, on the mattress there was already a male figure who laughed softly while looking at him.

“Since when are you here?” ask Billar while walking towards the closet.

“Other times to knock the door first if you want to enter, do not play in!” decak Billar wrapped his whole body in a casual t-shirt and jeans.

“Dih, usually also gini. From the time you were born until now, yes I gini often in and out of your room. Now suddenly lo gini? Sensi very,” said the man in a black shirt who collapsed there.

“Gue breaks up with Manda!” cetus Billar made the man named Arfan rise up and look at him questioningly.

“Hah, how can you?”

“The reason is classic, because of dreams. Yes, in my opinion, if the problem of dreams can be achieved together, but he still broke.” Billar grabbed one of his shoe collections, then sat down next to Arfan.

Arfan delivered his hand to his nephew's body, then patted him periodically. “Yes that chick, likes to complicate things. Yes the point is to break up, do not need to muter-muter bring all dreams, right? Thankfully I don't have a girl!”

“Remember the age of bro, lo it's old. Every time you bring a customer will say it's temen, ex, really cool. Singles also have a time limit.” Billar got up from his seat, leaving Arfan pondering his words.

Arfan snorting. “Can't you be more polite with me?”

“Can Om Arfan, if Om is married!” chirps.

Arfan who had previously smiled at the words that cooled his ears, finally broken by the final sentence uttered by his nephew. In fact, he himself asked Billar not to call it with the frills of Om or the like. In this way, he feels the same age as her and her coworkers.

“You guys didn't have breakfast first?” exciting Kirana—bibunya Billar.

Arfan and Billar looked at each other. “No, Mom, I'm afraid she's late from the schedule, mom!” said Billar.

“Dah!” follow Arfan.

“Iya. Be careful on the road, don't speed!” Kirana again exclaimed.

Billar and Arfan got into the car and drove straight away from the magnificent palace of the Aswindra family residence. During the journey they are non-stop talking ranging from work problems to heart problems.

“My intention in Bandung is only two weeks, after that you lead. I'll take the one here. Gakpapa, right?” billar said with a focused gaze forward.

“Fuck, right, lo the boss,” reply Arfan.

“No need to call the boss, we are family. Consider it a family business,” chimpal Billar.

Arfan smiles. “Thanks, yes!”

After nearly four hours of mingling in the streets, they finally reached their destination city. In front of the studio there are many people to witness the inauguration of MRB Studio, and among them there are employees who they have just recruited online.

Billar and Arfan gave a welcome and apology for the delay, and only needed to take fifteen minutes finally the inauguration event with ribbon scissors was held.

The ribbons that were coiled on the studio door were scissored after saying a prayer, and everyone who watched clapped and congratulated. Do not forget Arfan gave tickets voucher discount to the audience for shooting at MRB Studio which is valid for one week.

No need to wait long, once Billar gives the task to his new employees people who get discount voucher tickets go directly in and queue to do a photo shoot.

About fifty discount voucher ticket handlers, they managed to serve with professionals. There were a few more people left, Billar and Arfan handed the camera over to their employees, considering that almost nine hours of his stomach had not been filled up which could really hamper his hunger.

“Crazy, I'm so hungry!” lontar Billar's.

“Gue too. We go to Kejora Coffe and Bakery, quite odd can also withstand drowsiness,” said Arfan, next.

Billar nodded, and went straight to the right place next to his studio. They ordered some bread and coffee to the waiter.

This place with ivory yellow oversize color feels cool, and comfortable. No wonder if visitors here are quite crowded, because it is as comfortable as this place. Not only that, the service was very good and polite and friendly.

Billar circulated his gaze, sweeping every inch of this place until he was glued to the figure of the hijab-wearing woman who carried the order towards his desk.

“Excuse me,” he said while presenting their order politely. “Good to enjoy,” he continued with a little bowing his head in respect.

Billar's gaze was completely locked against the sweet female figure with a black-colored hijab wrapping around her head.

“Yakin, you want to change your taste?” chirp Arfan opened Billar's gaze.

Billar. “Apaan hell lo!”

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