Loving Or Loved?
1. The Beginning that Has Ended
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Hi, my name is Qiana Az-Zahra I am no longer young for a girl, this year I am 26 years old but until now I have not been met with the owner of the ribs I brought. Not because I'm a voter, but because of events in my past that made it difficult for me to give heart to the opposite sex. Not because it was rejected let alone decided, but because something was too complicated for me who was new ABG labile at that time. The decision I made back then kept me away from both my parents and brother for the past 8 years.
Currently I work at the famous Private Hospital in Jakarta. No, not being a doctor but being the Head of the Waste Treatment Section produced by the Hospital where I work. Yapp, I was a Bachelor of Environmental Engineering 4th ago, but I have started working 5 years at this Hospital, it all started since I started my internship at this Hospital.
I live alone in the Capital City, since graduating High School I have lived in Jakarta which was originally boarding until now I have a small residence near the hospital where I work. Initially it was difficult and of course was-was living in a big city alone, but over time comfortable also hehe let alone can be surrounded by good people who continue to provide support and a positive aura.
For 8 years living a life away from parents made me an independent person, even though I was the youngest child in my family, it does not mean I am a spoiled child and can not do anything. I'm two brothers My brother's name is Ali Reza Suryatama, I used to call him Brother. Papaku, Rizal Suryatama is a lecturer in pure physics at one of the famous campuses in Surabaya, he also has several businesses in the culinary field assisted by my mother who is the most kind and understanding, Mama Rima Sulistiyaningsih.
8 Years wander I never returned to Surabaya, if Papa, Mama, and Abang miss those who will visit either in Jakarta or in Bandung, at the home of Grandma of Mama who I always visit when the holidays arrive. Because my closest family right now is my grandmother who lives in a neighboring town.
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As usual Jakarta is always jammed in the morning, especially office hours like this. Want a house near or far from work, if you wake up a little late can be sure to come to work late. The word 'Jakarta Keras' is not just a joke let alone a joke but a fact.
Qiana, run around the hospital corridor towards her room. Today Qia was late to work because after the morning prayer she fell asleep and woke up at 07.00 WIB.
"Qia's? was she really Qiana my friend back in High School? isn't she living in Bandung at her grandmother's house?" Muttered a man who saw Qiana running around in the corridor.
"Run as far as you want, but if you're tired, just come back to me. And share all the feelings you ever wanted to forget me," Inner Setya recalled her past with Qiana.
The man also continued his initial intention to meet his college friends who work at the Hospital, with mixed feelings between happy, sad, and afraid. His name was Setya Atmadja, yes that man was part of the past of a Qiana, a man who was able to change the whole path of life that Qiana was living now. The man who was 8th lost from Qiana's sight, oh no, but Qiana who disappeared with her departure to the Capital with her alibi told her High School friends living in Bandung with her grandmother.
"Set, woyy's here!" Shouted a man calling Setia who was in a daze at the door of the hospital cafeteria. Setya rushed to him.
"Woyy, lunaka long time no see more and more items anyway loh." Reply Setya with a man-style tos, then immediately sit in front of his friend Bagas.
"Hahaha, could you. Oh yes, thank's bro already want to spend time to meet me. Honestly, I am confused about who else besides loh," said Bagas to the point.
Bagas also tells the problem, about the maintenance of RS equipment that is often damaged even though it has been done the appropriate maintenance and repair of SOP (Standart Operational Procedure). As the child of the RS owner, Bagas wants to improve the quality of RS services not only on the quality of its medical personnel but also in terms of tools and good environment.
Bagas and Setya had previously studied in the same department in Surabaya, namely D3 Electronic Medical Engineering and continued S1 Electrical Engineering, Setya was his friend who was good and quick to respond in his college days. So that Bagas who was in a state of confusion with the problems in his family Hospital also asked Setya for help to solve the problem.
"Eh, yes, the preoccupation of talking to us, what do you want in the pesenin?" Ask Bagas.
"Coffee me mah, same fried angel if there is. Again males eat heavy ntaran aja deh, it is important we chat first," said Setya who was nod by Bagas.
"How about Surabaya? I have not played there for a long time since graduating from college only 2x I went there," said Bagas while sitting back in front of Setya after ordering food.
"Yes, same thing. Eh something changed ding, the city order is more beautiful fit in the same grasp of the Capital Mayor," said Setya while thrusting his salary, seeing some pictures of the corner of Surabaya City that already looks beautifully maintained.
"Oh. that. So pingin to Surabaya again nostalgic college age, reminiscing about former hahaha also eating a rickshaw at a tent stall near campus. Waaahh crazy, miss me very much," said Bagas while looking back as if his soul flew into his college days again.
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"Auhh, what the hell is playing nutmeg nutmeg just like that." Upset Bagas while rubbing his forehead.
"Lit's your beautiful eyes. Lo actually keinget same former lo who if makai clothes less material is not it?" Accuse Setya who only got a horse's grin from Bagas.
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And who would have thought that his arrival to the Capital City to help a friend and finish his work project, led him to meet his past. A past he had accidentally hurt. Will the Divine's destiny this time be on his side?
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