Miss Hurray, I Love You!

Tiga

Alsava returned to his rented house with puffy eyes and messy hair. Even angkot drivers think Alsava is a vagabond or a person who has a mental disorder. So did the mothers of the neighbors who rented Alsava who thought the girl was out of pickpocketing or something terrible happened to her. Being unemployed in two days is a terrible thing for Alsava.

Alsava sighed, sitting next to him in a three-bedroom rented chair. Looking up at the ceiling of the room contemplating the events of today. He's sorry, of course. Intend to help friends, but instead complicate his already difficult life. True what Mr. Wiryo said, his life has been difficult but Alsava always makes problems that add to the difficulties of his life.

The girl once again sighed deeply, her mind glaring at the incident this afternoon.

"Mbak Irna, I demand responsibility. Because of helping Ma'am, my contract is threatened not extended." Alsava spoke with stifled emotions.

"Sorry Va, I can't help you. My husband threatened to divorce me if I prolong this matter." Ms. Irna looked down and just left.

Alsava looked up, not believing what he had seen and heard just now. It turned out that the friend he defended instead left him in a difficult time and needed a helping hand. Angry, angry and disappointed into one.

Alsava's heart rumbled holding back all the negative feelings he couldn't override. Run to the roof of the building and cry. When Alsava cried loudly, bemoaned fate and considered the most suffering in the world. The door opened with the appearance of a sturdy young man, his clothes neat with shiny black hair.

The cries of Alsava instantly stopped, stepped back and hid behind a wall.

Wh who?

Alsava frowned deeply. I never saw the person who was behind him. Seeing the action and hearing the person's roar of grief, Alsava's overcrowded heart slightly diminished.

I am not the only one suffering in this world.

Relieved to see others also suffering, at least he felt he had a friend who suffered even though their problems were different. He was secretly relieved that not only was he slumped now.

"Life is hard, but there's no reason to kill yourself." Alsava advanced closer to the man, standing in line without turning his head towards him.

"If you think you're suffering the most in the world, you're wrong. There are still many poor people out there who suffer much more, because they have to fight just to satiate the stomach." Alsava turned around with a smile on his face, his steps lightly feeling that he was already a hero who saved the lives of others.

"Who was that?" muttered Alsava slowly, sighed then dropped his body onto the not so soft mattress.

"He's like an economically well-established person."

Alsava's eyeballs rolled upwards trying to recall the appearance of the young man he had met earlier on the roof of the building.

"Ck, I think the toughest problem in the world is just money. In fact, the rich also have their own problems," continued Alsava again.

His eyes began to stumble and closed slowly. It didn't take long for him to fall into a deep sleep.

***

"Can we meet?" rafan asked in a soft tone to someone who was there. His right hand placed a black phone on his right ear. His eyes stared straight at the scene behind the window of his private room.

His left hand was holding a white ceramic cup containing coffee that was still blowing smoke. Rafan calmly listened to the response of the person from his question just now while sipping his coffee carefully.

Kening Rafan frowned when he listened to the answer of someone he really wanted to meet since returning to Indonesia. The answer he did not expect was thrown out to make his heart disappointed.

"Why?"

Rafan sighed then placed the cup - which he held - on the glass table beside him. Suddenly feeling annoyed because he always gets excuses that he feels are too far-fetched.

"You don't want to see me Hon?" tanyanya cold. His eyes were still staring straight at the scene behind the window.

"Hum.. Okay, I understand."

Rafan spoke flatly before disconnecting the phone without letting anyone across the street finish his sentence.

"Did two years change that, too?" muttered Rafan asked himself.

But, in the last few months Rafa has felt Lexi has changed. The girl seemed to avoid him. Rarely pick up the phone, always refuse when invited to make a video call. Even rarely reply to messages as they used to be.

"There's definitely something Lexi's hiding."

Rafan believes the fiancee has changed for a reason. Considering their relationship has been strained the last few months. Even Lexi seemed reluctant to meet him who was already in Indonesia.

It's not that Rfan wasn't trying to meet and visit, but when Rafa came to Lexi's family home, he wasn't as kindly welcomed as before. She only got information that Lexi moved into the apartment a few months ago.

Armed with an address given by Lexi's family's domestic assistant, Raffan drives his car to a luxury apartment that Lexi now lives in.

After arriving at Lexi's apartment bassment, Rafa does not get out of his car. He was wondering whether his actions this time would improve his relationship with Lexi or vice versa.

Sighs deeply, opens the seat belt and gets out of the car with a thumping chest. Entering the elevator to the 15th floor, in the elevator turned out to be not only himself but also a young man in a green jacket bearing the logo ojek online.

The young man looked at him with a smile. Rafan just nodded without smiling. The silence between the two was split because the young man's phone in the green jacket was squealing with a high enough tone to make Rafan turn and pay attention.

"Yes as well as yes, brother send first order. I'll be home soon, yes.. Ja.. "

Without realizing it, Rafan continued to look at the young man, feeling noticed he turned his head then smiled and nodded.

"I'm sorry sir, understand the wife is already chatty when it's only 9. Afraid of her husband going anywhere."

Without being asked the young man explained while smiling shyly. Rafan only smiled faintly in response.

"What floor is it for?" Rafan was in a stale manner starting a conversation.

"Floor 15."

Rafan nodded and went back in silence, not interested in continuing the conversation even though they were heading towards the same floor. After the elevator door opened on the 15th floor, the young man in a green jacket came out first and walked quickly to find his destination apartment unit.

Meanwhile, Rafan goes slowly to find Lexi's apartment unit. Rafan frowned because since then he was like following the steps of the green jacketed young man.

Did Lexi order food?

That's right, because the young man in the green jacket knocked on Lexi's unit door. Not long the door opened, though not wide.

"With an order on behalf of Ms Lexi?" ask the young man in the friendly hijah jacket.

"Yes." Yeah."

Rafan's chest beats faster when he hears the answer 'yes' coming from a voice he is very familiar with. Stepping closer tried to see the person who was in the doorway that was slightly blocked by the body of the young man in a green jacket.

The closer Rafan is to the green-jacketed young man waiting for payment, the clearer his eyesight makes sure the person on the doorstep is someone he knows. Rafan's chest rumbled, his hands clenched with hunting breaths.

"Thank you, don't forget the lima star."

After receiving the payment the green-jacketed youth left. Rafan's body which was blocked by the back of the green jacketed youth was immediately clearly visible to the person still standing in the doorway.

"Prophets."

The surprised expression was very obvious as he looked at Rafan who was standing before him.

"You,-"