Last For Forever

I'm You

The sunlight forced itself to sneak into the sidelines of the curtain that was rumbling to cover the large window of the room it occupied. He whined and began to adjust his gaze to the light that hit the curtain.

After dawn prayers, Billar decided to go back to sleep even though he knew that he could not do it. However, what drowsiness sticking out ordered him to return to greet with a soft mattress and spoil a dream full of wonder and beauty.

Billar checked his phone, maybe the message he sent to Lesti was answered. Unfortunately, no. Let alone be reciprocated in follow back.

However, Billar immediately stepped in to cleanse his body. Work in the studio is quite piled up, especially now that the promotion stage is definitely vanishing twice as much. In fact, he also had to return the motorcycle owned by his employee, and thank him. Thanks to his motorbike he managed to get close to Lesti and get his father's permission to pick him up.

After preparing with a suit neater than usual, Billar called Haris who was promised by Arfan who would deliver the bike. Billar wants his bike to be here today, he doesn't want to waste this opportunity just because his friend is late to bring his bike.

“Ris?”

Ya

“Where is my motor? If this afternoon the bike is not here, I tabok lo!”

Aye! Here, I'm on the road!

“Pocket! Cake speed! Affairs of women who do not necessarily want to be the same lo cepet, my super important motorcycle business catapult!”

Lo why the hell? Early in the morning like a PMS girl!

“Gallo PMS!” Billar disconnects with Haris. He snorted bitterly, and came back to face the mirror checking something that might be wrong with him. Is this the effect of falling in love that is not enough to be evaporated? So he was easily emotional because his heart was having a fireworks party; celebrating the success of his move on from Amanda.

Billar grabbed his jacket and immediately went to his studio, in addition to completing his editing tasks he also had to monitor the performance of his new employees. Plus the motorbike he was wearing belonged to one of his employees, which he accidentally gave the title of permanent employee.

From a distance Billar saw his employees had gathered in front of the studio, in his heart he smiled to see his employees excited like this. Just as Billar had set foot on the studio veranda, one of the employees smilingly confronted him followed by the others except for the silent Rendi shrieking.

“What's up?”

“Pak I want to protest,” said the woman in black hijab, without melting her smile.

Billar frowned, his gaze slowly leading to Rendi who looked terrified. “What protest?” ask Billar.

“Why Rendi was appointed as a permanent employee? Is our potential equal to her, sir? We also want the time Pak appointed as a permanent employee? Isn't that Sir?” protest the hijab woman while smiling.

Billar let out a short sigh, while scratching his non-itchy head. “You want to be a permanent employee?”

“Iya Sir!” answer them in unison.

“Alright!” Billar stepped past them and opened the studio door. “But, if I have managed to establish a special relationship with someone.”

“We are ready to escort you to halal, yes, right friends?” the female timpal was the spirit of four five.

“Yes, sir, we're ready, seriously!” other employees' timpals.

Billar twisted his body, smiling at those who were exposing his exclaimed face. “OK, but, now you guys have to seriously work, do not leha-leha, let alone complain.”

“Ready, Sir!”

Just as Billar took a few steps, he had already turned his body staring at his small cheering employee. “Yes, spit, I'll cancel again!”

“I-iya Sir!”

O0O

Unlike usual, this afternoon the sky suddenly grimly restrained his anger and sadness. Lesti who after from the prayers of the subjugation, finally rose when the thunder began to disarm the inhabitants of the earth with his echoing voice.

Lesti grabbed the towel and started performing the ritual before leaving for work. Today he will be picked up by Putra and it seems that now he and Putra will be doing promotional photos for his place of work. Remembering that his chest was pounding even more, with an erratic feeling.

However, soon Lesti neutralized. Why after Raziq got married, exactly when Putra and Billar touched his life suddenly his feelings were suddenly out of date. Although familiar with Putra has long been, but, he can only feel ‘sosok Putra’ now. Before he looked indifferent; as if he had no taste, but, now Lesti could feel something else from the Son.

While Billar, a new man moved from Jakarta. Why is this man so presumptuous to touch his feelings so quickly. No need to wait twenty-four hours, he managed to make himself comfortable, but, Lesti ignored that comfort because he thought it was unusual. Even getting acquainted with Raziq to make himself really comfortable and officially become a couple, takes weeks.

Lesti flushed his entire body gently, without letting the two men's shadows slip from his mind. If indeed one of them is an angel who will accompany him during his life in the world until the next, Lesti hopes to find his best way soon.

“Kak Lesti! Cepetan yes, shower!” tiara exclaimed, breaking her mind.

Lesti snorted in annoyance, and immediately performed her quick-motion action. His sister was a very violent hobby and disturbed him. Likes lazy, whether it's money or goods, also often curious about his love life. Of course, he was always envious if he was surrounded by many handsome and dreamy men. Sure, when the Son comes to pick him up he'll whine to get close.

“Ouch! Sis! Bait cake! This stomach is no longer able to compromise!” he cried again, making Lesti reach for his towel and move from the WC.

“Bawel really so people!” lesti sprayed past Tiara.

“Bodo highly!” Tiara replied to Lesti's spray and immediately entered the WC.

Lesti immediately put on her work uniform, and put on her makeup with natural makeup. Not to forget she sprayed perfume all over her body. On the sidelines like this, he also sent a message to the Son to pick him up. No problem they came earlier than usual, because he could already guess the sky would soon collapse his anger and sadness. And Lesti did not want to get caught up in the sadness of the sky, let alone having to date for a few minutes with what was called a raincoat.

Ten minutes have passed. Lesti had prepared with everything. No need to wait long, the man he was waiting for came with his classic bike while honking.

“Kak!” tiara shouted from behind him. “Kak for so many times I envy using so much to Big Brother why is the boy who deketin Big brother handsome? Don't want to know later Brother has to tell, if I can ask for tips so I can get a handsome guy!”

Lesti let out a short sigh, holding back the overflow of emotions that were ready to lunge into this sister. Why is it that Tiara's brain is only about handsome men? Are there any good-looking boy friends at school? Time yes.

“Good. Tips are only two, so beautiful and do not be lazy!” concluded Lesti while running a small approach to Putra. “Dah, Tiara, good luck with the tips!” ledek Lesti's.

The son drove his bike at medium speed. Since getting the message from Lesti to pick him up, Putra's chest has been pounding. It seems like the universe is starting to shed light on her feelings.

“Tadi, lo's sister why? How come his expression is upset?” The son opened the conversation.

“Say him, lo handsome very,” honest Lesti.

“Oh, yes?”

“Iya. He is so, if you see a handsome guy always in front. Do not understand, yes time at school there is no handsome guy. But I agree with my sister. You are cute, although I often seem the same as you used to be. His work mute mulu employees!” obviously Lesti was long.

Wait, did Lesti just praise him? Oh, why hasn't he ever taken the opportunity to be close to her even if it's just a friend. If from the past, it is close maybe now he will be more free to convey his feelings.

“Yes, right, I was appointed to lead this team. Yes, I'm a professional,” reply Son.

“Eh, Btw, you were told to photoshot the same me right?” tanya Lesti shifted the question earlier.

“Iya, why? You disagree?” The Son's chest thumped, changing his feelings one hundred and eighty degrees.

“Before, because I think why Mr. Ghifar chose me when many employees are prettier than me,” said Lesti.

“Keep why do you suddenly agree?”

“Why yes? I don't know maybe because of lo.”

Jeez has not even an hour, even half an hour, this sweet woman has managed to make her feelings trance. Why is it so easy to say a sentence that keeps the listener drifting in his speech. Did he realize that his words contained a virus good for his heart? He is too mature if considered innocent and insensitive to speech that can make someone melt.

“Oh, yes, I ask that when in the studio photo later say it's me-you again,” continued Lesti.

“All right, but why don't you just say I'm his camera every day?” I don't know where this courage came from. The silent son froze, because of this overly bold remark of his.

Lesti seemed to think. “By, if you don't mind.”

The son nodded slowly. “Now!”

Just as Putra's motorbike was parked in front of his place of work, the sky began to tear down his grief one by one which slowly turned into thousands or even millions. Both of them immediately pulled over, and smiled happily when some raindrops hit the two.

Without them noticing a pair of eyes from a distance of approximately ten meters, from behind the glass looked at him meaningfully. The wound was slowly slashing his feelings, but his face seemed to reject the wound and still looked fine.

The universe is joking, but I don't like it. And I'm gonna make this joke serious, very serious!

...O0O...