Last For Forever

Together With You

The music slowly came back after a moment of stopping. A soft voice began to recite the familiar gambus song in everyone's ears, even now some people began to swing their heads, enjoy every music, and sing along.

Except, Lesti. In his clench, his round eyes told the story of a pair of slowly obsolete humans. The story ends with a breakup, presenting a different story, until one of them ends up in the. Then it's time, another one gave it all up and threw away all the memories of being with him.

“Lesti?” The son broke the Lesti daydream which looked stifling.

Lesti flinched; gnawed many times. When his eyes returned to the pair of lovers there, Raziq replied to him making Lesti dizzy; reflexes grabbed a spoon that already contained rice in the hands of the Son.

“Enak, really yes!” said Lesti, making the Son astonished. “Suapin again dong, Put!” pinta Lesti smiling sumringah.

The son nodded, according to what Lesti had ordered, after all, this was also something he had hoped for. The son returned to feed Lesti slowly, until their dish was exhausted. Intending to go straight home, Putra immediately detained Lesti and had a long meeting in the midst of the invited guests.

“Ehm. Lesti, are we going for a walk? The entry of working hours is still a long time,” said Putra still with his hands holding Lesti.

“Way to where?” ask Lesti.

“To where, the important thing is we go for a walk.” The son stared fixedly, expectantly, so that the figure he stared at agreed with his wishes. Really, he really sincerely loves Lesti, very sincere. Therefore, getting such an invitation as if the universe provided an opportunity to prove his seriousness to Lesti.

“Come!”

After that, Putra and Lesti departed from this grandly decorated building. Perhaps by moving on and spending time with the Son, Lesti's life will be more brilliant after being made moody by this reality. No more heartache, no more fond memories of being with Raziq, and no more blaming reality.

The two chatted lightly during the trip, which was sometimes punctuated by jokes that unconsciously both chuckled. Things like this made Lesti very happy, and a hint of hope in his heart began to grow. Being beside the Son by enjoying the day in each day is his hope. Is this fast growing comfort? It all depends on the Most Reversing Heart.

The first place they visited was Bandung Square. A large mosque stands firmly surrounded by people who are relaxing on a green synthetic. Lesti smiled and asked Putra to take a picture of herself against the background of Bandung Grand Mosque. Not to forget, Lesti also asked to record his graceful actions using slowmotion video.

“Put, spout here!” said Lesti.

Once the face of the Son was coupled with him, dozens of photo shots were captured with various styles. The fix! This woman is completely different from the rest of the women. I don't know how many times his chest was made to tremble by Lesti's figure, but, his heart still held that special feeling.

They walked down the Asian-African Road that was crowded with people. Both of them are equally happy and many times take pictures and vidio on this path. The son pulls Lesti into an accessories trading booth there.

“This is for you.” Putra pairs a bracelet of bamboo carvings, with kujang as accessories.

“This is cool! Hm, ...” Lesti looked around at the other bracelets, and grabbed one with a love-shaped accessory. “This is from me for you!” Lesti put the bracelet on the Son's left hand.

The smiling son looked at Lesti who was putting a bracelet in his hand. His chest was unceasingly pounding, as if the elements that were in it were partying celebrated the fall of his heart a man who had a dull attitude to a sweet woman who never escaped surprise.

“Putra?” Lesti made Putra flinch and blink. “Why you? Here we take a photo first,” said Lesti pulled the hand of the Son who had attached the bracelet. “This must be really aesthetic!”

Lesti shows off her friendship with Putra throughout her social media story. For him, going along with the Son after his ex's wedding was extraordinary. Moreover, this man before him had strengthened him when he almost decays face to face with the two brides.

‘Everything is happy, do not disturb, this will be the thing I miss’

@putravlntino_

-@lesti_andryni

The son grabbed Lesti's hand, grasping it gently. The son looked at Lesti with focus, making Lesti turn away from his face for a moment and asked that he not look at him like that. The son only smiled, along with stroking Lesti's hand in his hand.

“Thank you, for today, Les,” said Putra.

Lesti turned her head, and smiled clumsyly. “I-iya. Thank you too, for wanting me.” Lesti turned her face back, biting down her lips.

Good Lord!

O0O

This photo studio, which is dominated by dark gray, is again crowded with consumers. Arfan who was going to return to Jakarta was forced to help Billar first, because it was again a promotional period, just right if this place was filled with consumers again.

At around two in the afternoon, the studio finally began to look calm and handed over to its employees. Meanwhile, Arfan and Billar were in another room breathing new air after being mobbed by the puffiness in three rooms of his studio.

“Fan, sneak home! Then ask anyone to bring me my bike!” said Billar.

“Lo ngusir me? Or you can't wait for PDKT as much as a girl?” Arfan chuckles.

“Two!” tymphal Billar.

“But! Yaudah I go home, later I tell Haris who brought your bike here, all help you lo,” reply Arfan. “During this promotion, many consumers say that our photos are good. In fact, today is increasing and many consumers outside the voucher we share.”

“Eat him a game go,” Billar said.

“Jeez this is a child, it is very impatient to be a person! I also want to go home, want to meet my candidate!” arfan's reply made Billar turn his head and link one of his eyebrows.

“Do not kepo. Do you think I'm not selling? All this time I just look for a suitable one, so that my relationship lasts!”

“Iya, yes, whatever!”

Arfan snorted as he walked out of this room, leaving Billar who minutes later had his mind brought to his body to spread wishful thinking towards someone who had managed to make his heart react.

After hearing the sound of the car moving away from his studio, Billar moved out of his office. His stomach was already struggling to ask for rations of bread and coffee, in addition to his studio.

“Later, you guys if you want to rest, just rest. Take a turn!” billar said to one of his employees.

“Ready, Sir!”

Billar walked towards the store which also began to be crowded. Now Billar chose a chair adjoining a glass wall. In his gaze outside Billar daydreamed for a moment, before the end of circulating a look for the servant who had served him yesterday. But, the result is nil.

Did he not go to work?

Billar let out a short sigh, and called out to the waiter who was there. His stomach is no longer able to compromise about food, except to enjoy the food with his loved ones. Ah, he can't wait for that.

No need to wait long, Billar's order has been presented in front of him. Slowly he began to eat bread with caramel on it and sipping coffee typical gayo that has a unique taste in it.

However, the taste slowly decayed when a pair of humans were present behind the glass that was beside him. They look happy, the smile that is exposed between the two is very sincere. In disbelief, his chest pounded as if unwilling to see someone who managed to make his heart react walking side by side with the bespectacled man.

Billar couldn't take his eyes off her. The woman had withdrawn her feelings, so it was impossible for her to let go.

In silence Billar regulate the breath, removing bad thoughts from his brain. It may be that the man is just his neighbor, it may be that the man is his brother, and it may be that the man is just an ordinary co-worker.

Bi, control yourself!

O0O

At exactly ten o'clock in the evening Billar flinched when one of his employees knocked on the door of his room. Billar looked at the 20-year-old teenager with an astonished look.

“Iya?”

“I'm home permission yes, sir?”

“Iya, please. Why did you take overtime anyway? Your friends have been home since three hours ago,” said Billar.

“Nothing anyway, sir. Yeah rather than daydreaming in a rented alone, mending overtime, sir. Let tomorrow not too tired too,” reply.

Billar and the teenager named Rendi came out of the studio, and how surprised Billar when his gaze saw a woman who was standing at the door. Billar approached the woman and yes the guess was right, if the woman was a woman who had dared to possess her feelings.

“Hai?” greet Billar.

“Hai.” Lesti turned his head and paused his sentence for a few seconds. “Lo who yesterday gave voucher right?”

Billar nodded, widening his smile. “You haven't come home?”

“Again waiting for an invitation, he said will be slower than usual,” replied Lesti.

“You want me anterin?” bargain Billar.

“Eng-don't need, just come again too,” reject Lesti.

“Udah is nothing, I anterin only yes?” Billar immediately moved closer to Rendi who was still cool with his jacket and cellphone.

Billar patted Rendi, and smiled. “Ren, can you pinjem the motor no? Later my salary will increase, and you will be a permanent employee in this studio.”

Rendi flinched not playing, but, soon he got off his bike and gave the helmet and motorcycle keys to his boss. Considering finding work in this era is very difficult, especially being a permanent employee.

“Later, you go home to ride ajek online aja, tomorrow your motorbike I flipkin!” billar said as he drove his bike to the front of the sweet woman there.

He smiled doubtfully. “I-that's who?”

“He's my employee, let's spout up, night hunt!”

Despite his doubts, he still climbed into Billar's bollocks. This was the happiest night for a Billar. Didn't expect his efforts to bring about this incredible result.

“Ehm, I want to eat, I'm hungry from before have not eaten. Want ya?”

...O0O...