Last For Forever

Getting Mad

DURING THE DAY, Billar told him he was still on his way. Not to forget he reminded her to eat, then pray, and stay focused on work. Lesti could only make out a smile to find all the attention, ah if he knew this must be a mockery thrown from his mouth.

Lesti knew his heart was beginning to accept his presence, and he never considered Billar's presence a burden. Is not comfort a happiness? That is the meaning of Billar's presence.

However, darling, now the figure was gone in the next few days. Lesti couldn't share the story with him directly, he wouldn't give her those wonderful little surprises.

The shock that Lesti got was not only in the form of objects, but her speech was a surprise. Always the words he said made himself surprised and washed away in it. He is the universe, and himself is the content. Because now that the universe is gone, now he feels drifting without a definite foothold, full of doubt and fear.

Is this Billarphille? So he's afraid of losing Billar? Ah, this expression made her smile small, amused at hearing it. So without Billar knowing, it turns out he was this hopeful for her.

Lesti was still staring at his phone, replying to the message Billar had sent out. If Billar hadn't left, he might have driven him home by now. Lesti was still sitting on the outside seat of Kejora, still drifting in Billar's chatter. He hasn't even ordered an online motorcycle to go home yet.

“Ti, you haven't come home?” said the Son who had just come out of the Kejora.

Lesti jumped up, and looked over. “But.”

The son looked towards the studio, investigating something. But the purpose of this investigation, it does not appear there.

“Billar to where?” ask Putra.

“Billar to Bali, no photoshoot,” honest Lesti.

Actually, Lesti still did not calm down when dealing with the Son. The man he was looking at still had no answer from him.

“You're with me?” tawar Putra's.

Lesti smiled briefly as she shook her head. “No need, I've pesen ojek online kok.”

Instead of leaving, the Son sat beside him. He confirmed his glasses, while Lesti was stabbed with a beat whose intonation was accelerating. What if the Son asks the answer about the expression of his heart?

“Yes, I've sent you until the ojek comes,” reply Son. “Oh, yes, I want to ask you about that, do you already have the answer?” continued the Son, with trembling in his words.

Lesti freezes. His guess is correct, the Son charges an answer to that phrase. Should Lesti answer now?

Seeing the frostiness and change in expression from Lesti's face, made Putra smile briefly. The son took a short breath. Actually Putra had guessed Lesti's answer, let alone his glasses caught a lot of closeness between Lesti and Billar. Starting from there the bitter pill had already forced it to stop in his heart.

“If you do not accept the expression, nothing. Every human being has the right to decide, even if that decision makes another human hurt.”

Lesti turned his head quickly towards the Son with his guilty expression, even his mouth felt faint to express an apology to him. But, the man still showed a smile even though he looked injured.

“We can still make good friends, right?” ask the Son, grievous.

“Put, a-I request ma-maaf—”

The son nodded quickly. “There is nothing wrong in this, Ti. So, you don't need to apologize or feel guilty.”

Lesti looked down deep. In the firmness and professionalism of a Son, there is something that makes his chest full. Why was he still able to show a smile, after being made hurt by this attitude of his.

“Life is about receiving, Ti. The wound in love has become a unity. Although we insist, if destiny does not want the relationship will not be happy,” said the Son.

“Still, Put. I don't mean to hang that answer, I'm just afraid that my answer will hurt you also make our closeness crack,” Lesti replied, drowning her gaze.

“So we'll argue again?” putra Holiday.

Lesti raised her head, then her lips curved up wide. “Who is afraid?”

“OK, you can not be close to Billar during working hours, can not argue. Professionalism in work even whatever it is, professionalism number one!” putra says.

“Whose are you? The boss here? Remember you are just a leader! While not disturbing and inhibiting others, no problem?”

“Just in working hours can't be dating!”

Both of Lesti's eyes were rounded. “Dih, who's dating!” his elbow.

O0O

The huft! Really sucks. Now Lesti fully realized that he was very hopeful with Billar. During his separation from the Son, Billar was lost to the earth. The message Lesti threw ended in tick one, is she okay?

Lesti drowned her head behind the pillow, hoping that the man would be fine. The variety of terrible events in his mind instantly sprung up, making Lesti's chest beat fast every time.

As fast as lightning Lesti put away his pillow, raised his right hand, staring at the wooden clock that was coiled around his wrist.

Lesti, who was sitting on the bed, now moved to the bench where her face was.  From there, his gaze turned to look at the cellphone that was left unmoved on his mattress. His feelings, added shriek when the man reached the end of the day has not given him news.

DRRRTTTS

Phone's vibrating. Lesti has been moving since then. However, the notification that filled his phone screen was not from Billar but from Kejora account that marked it in a post, even though the post he now saw was sent ten minutes ago.

Lesti stared at the shipment. The photo of his face adjoining Putra was plastered there, slowly his smile expanding. The post had been liked by more than a hundred people and commented on by more than thirty people, and one of the comments there made him stare in disbelief.

@ayu_Liyani

Which cake gini made model? Wkwkwk. Hypocritical girl!

Slowly his memory told him about the last message this terrorist sent. Lesti could not believe that this terror had gone so far. Now what would he do, should he let it go?

His thoughts and feelings were previously filled by Billar's figure, as if crashing far away. His body was now stretched out on the mattress staring at the ceiling of the room, to the point that the shakes on his phone he ignored.

The successor took it all, bringing it to a realm of the middle of nowhere filled with fear.

While his phone continued to vibrate, demanding to respond.

“Huft!” Lesti was moved and started picking up the phone, which turned out to be from the person she had been waiting for since.

Huh hello? You're all right, right?

Lesti fell silent, how could men ask so precisely. “Hm, I'm fine. You yourself have to go to Bali?”

Just arrived at the hotel. Sori did not reply chat lo.

“Iya, nothing.”

Lesti was suddenly confused, not even having the taste to chat with anyone. He had been eager to chat at length, or listen to the story of Billar's trip to Bali. However, because the terror made himself unfocused and chose to retaliate.

You really nothing? I kept talking to you earlier

Billar began to find out if he was not okay. But, Lesti still covered it up, he did not want Billar to interfere in his problems. He could have solved this problem himself.

“No, coke. Again badmood aja,” elak Lesti. “Oh, yes it was lo nawarin I souvenir right?”

Ja.

“Gue want souvenirs typical of Bali, anything. The important typical Bali.” Lesti was forced to do this, to prevent Billar's further suspicions.

The sand from Kuta is a swipe, will you?

Lesti chuckles. “Not all Tanah Lot by pesakin,” timpal Lesti.

I want a VC, right?

“Bby, I kepo same Bali.”

The tired face of Billar began to fill the screen of his phone, he smiled as he waved his hand. “Nih, look at the view, good right?”

A dark sky shrouded the sky of Bali filled the screen of his cell phone - while in Bandung just azan Magrib— is very beautiful scenery there.

“Iya, good. I think you're tired. Shrimp aja his phone, later you sick you can not work.”

“Kan lo it's drug tired.”

“Gombal!”

“Not padlock?”

“Yes, you are padlock!”

The two laughed broke out and continued, even Billar faithfully waited for Lesti to pray then chatted again until all about the terror vanished in his mind. Billar is everything.

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