My Boss It’S Duren (DUDA KEREN )

Eps 2's.

The name is alive, still must be lived good and bad.

You have to look and look ahead.

“ Have you finished the story deck?.”

“ Uh brother, not yet nih.”

“ Yes I've gone to work first.”

“ It's breakfast sir.”

“ Gapapa Bi, I have breakfast in the office aja.”

And those memories remain sweet memories that remain in my mind.

— —

“ Anything I can help you with?.”

“ Ga no mas hehe, I'm again waiting for temen.”

“ Oh so, yes already if you need help me news aja.”

Said Andra while holding some of her hardware.

“ Kirana..”.

There was a scream from the car.

“ Tya, really long.”

“ Yes Yes, sorry yes earlier I was in business biasalah.”

At home, I told Andra about it to Tya.

Tya warned me not to trust Andra too much in the future.

“ Why Andra? He was kind to nolongin earlier.”

“ Kirana, Kirana, Kirana, gini yes.. Andra already has a prospective girlfriend.”

I just gave a little response and switched the subject.

21.00

I saw Andra again, with some of her friends coming into her house.

And also a beautiful woman.

From behind the kitchen window, and keep watching from a distance.

This new house is so quiet, I saw some job openings.

But still nothing fits my interests.

Short message notification goes to handpone..

“ Hello Kirana.”

“ Yes hello, sorry who is this?.”

“ I'm Caca, still remember me right?.”

“ Caca?.”

I try to remember, it turns out he was one of my old High School friends.

“ Do you want to be a writer? Sure Ca?.”

“ Very sure 1000%, how do you keep there?.”

“ Me ..”

A few days later Caca told me he was going on vacation and wanted to see me.

I sent you a name of a place to meet.

“ Caca..eventually meet again.”

“ Sista, are you okay here?.”

“ Good to.”

“ How is your brother? You guys done okay?.”

“ About it..” I shook my head.

We talked a lot about when we were in High School and started a conversation about being a novel writer.

“ Before here, I've made the story in part try you see first.” Said Caca while giving her the laptop.

I was interested in the story, like portraying a woman who was desperate because her sincere love had been toyed with.

“ 4 thumbs up for you, ajarin dong how to write Ca.”

“ I've guessed.”

While we were busy taking care of the story, suddenly a band of people started to play a song.

The song is called sweet memories.

“ Good night everyone, I will sing a song from Pamungkas titled sweet memories.”

Music is heard..

The next morning, I was enjoying the morning with a cup of tea and snacks.

I saw from across the street Andra was just about to leave.

Andra's sweet smile is always imagined.

He saw me sitting on the porch and asked a few times.

At the same time, I started typing word by word.

“ Non, no package.”

“ From whom Bi?.”

“ Aunty hasn't seen also non, here's the item.”

“ Thanks Yes Bi.”

A package that is neatly wrapped is placed right in front of the door of the house.

Inside the package were some items that reminded me of that time.

“ Bracelet? Whose sender is yes.”

“ Loh ga no name, like this bracelet is not foreign but have his who ya.”

I put the bracelet on the dresser and re-opened the other items.