Not Same Again

Unsuccessful

Arrive in Los Angeles...

Sena Pov's

A few days later...

No matter how late the problem is. One thing is that family is family, no one will be willing to lose them with whatever happens.

True, past relationships will always be difficult and complicated. But, I am a person who often almost lost his sense of patience and wants to give up on some things. But I was always the same from before. Giving up again for the last chance, once again it has always been that way from the past until today.

I used to think I was born alone and would die alone. Because I can't choose, but now that I understand as long as I'm alive and able to choose, I can choose in any way and with anyone.

Life is not a movie but life is real.

If I have to be questioned many times in my life how many times have I failed to be myself?

So, my answer is many times.

Last time, a few days were gone. I look back at it, if asked if I feel lost?

Yes, I lost a lot of things, a lot of people and a lot more. I even had time to leave what was left and still want to be around me.

Hm, Ivan and a few other things forced me to stay with a little heavy heart. I have chosen and decided! Pardon me! I didn't even tell you where I was going when Ivan cried when he asked while hugging me at the airport a few days ago.

My only answer is, in time I'll tell him that I'm fine and he can meet me later. I just wish he could go to college and live well.

Also do not forget I have asked Aunt Im to immediately return home from his affairs in the village because I pity Ivan himself at home, also the mang Edi who was finished with his business and returned to work and still had time to drive me at that time.

And it is true, loss is a sense of not being able to accept in a condition but forcing must accept it and remain strong.

In fact, loss is a word that is not willing and do not like to be accepted by some people, but in the end we will still feel it. Because every beginning there must be an end and every meeting there must be a farewell.

The Sena Pov End

“OK. Let's meet someone a little complicated to understand! Whether he is fine or maybe still too busy at work to forget if he is almost old and there are still drops of him who lives wandering with this heavy burden,” he said when he stood at the bus stop that would take him at the destination address that he obtained with supplies and the talent of stalking from the age of puberty.

Yes, he was staring at a piece of paper containing an address while sitting in the long chair of the bus stop.

20 Minutes later...

“Wow! ANDIN’S Corp! I think it will be a long time on the journey it only takes a few minutes to get here!” he said when he managed to get off the bus and looked at a tall and large building that was a little crowded by reading the name of the building.

“The office, big too!

Woah, this much he led and there is no complaint at all I heard while still with him.

It's great! It deserves to be very busy, come in!” he walked in and walked into the building.

“The first thing we need to do is to meet the receptionist in front of it, and ask if the person is there or not? But I'm sure he's there, busy with work where there can be work absences!” he nodded and walked to the reception desk.

“Excuse. Can I ask you a question?” I said to a beautiful, mature woman with a friendly look and a fluffy face.

“Yes. What can I help you?” answer the woman.

“Is Mr. Reza there?” my many.

“Sorry. Who are you? Have you made an appointment beforehand?” he said it was probably the first time he had seen me and asked if he had made an appointment before.

“Ah, sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. My daughter is her!” I also use English.

(But the Author is lazy to make English, especially frankly the author does not know English! Wkwkwk. Okay enough! (>_<).

“But, sorry. He never introduced his daughter. So, you can't go in and see him!” the answer is firm but friendly.

“Hufh. Okay, no problem. Sorry to interrupt your time!” I bowed to salute him and withdrew from the table. Because I know how the system I can not be as heavy to enter if I do not want to be expelled.

A few minutes later...

“Woah, after a few years never met. And just meeting him is very difficult. I've never even waited, not to wait for every single one of his home from before. Always I have to wait for him!” I said to recall how it was from the beginning.

In the past, I had to wait for him once every month at the airport every return that took a few hours while enjoying coffee sometimes accompanied by Edi mang as well.

I want to drink my coffee. “There is no cafe for stopping by?” I muttered while trying to find the existence of cafes around it and I could see some office people in the middle end of the hall out of one door with a drinking glass, and right here there was the cafe. I also ordered coffee while occasionally looking and feeling the atmosphere here.

Only a few have Asian faces. Almost all of his employees are here. No wonder, there are also some who occasionally look at me. Is it because I'm a little small and less tall? I don't know, but in Indo I'm still high on average huh!.

“How can I get in?” I thought a little confused while tapping slowly on the table with my fingers. Oh, yeah it's almost afternoon because I was there about 1 hour ago.

“Arabica Coffee!” said someone ordered to the cafe waiter. I looked up and saw it.

“Thank you!” he said while sipping his coffee with a breath slightly blown with relief.

“Excuse me!” I said, standing in front of him with a slight smile.

“Hm?" he replied slightly muttering and looked back at me as if asking.

“Sorry. Have we met before?” I was a little hesitant to see the confused look of the figure in front of me right now.

"Oh! Can you get here?" he said a little surprised to see me standing in front of him.

"Ah, I just arrived a few days ago!" I was a little confused by the response of the man.

“Sena right?” he said using Indonesian language while standing up and shaking my hand.

“Lo know me?” I was a little surprised and he smiled.

“Yak! I am the personal secretary of this company masa!” she was cynical because I didn't even know her.

“It’s okay. You are not wrong, indeed we rarely meet or maybe we only met once twice maybe. But I take care of all your data if you don't know!” he said lazy and a little bit understood.

“Ah, yes.we have indeed met ya!” I laughed a little lightly.

“Known I'm Peter! Personal secretary sir Reza!” he introduced himself.

After talking about a few things....

Here I am, in front of the door of the room that says CEO. Yeah, I don't even know what to do right now. It's only natural that in the last few years I've never seen or exchanged any news with him. I honestly can't define how I feel right now.

That's obvious. It's my choice, to see him and see him. Is he so old to be seen by my eyes or maybe he is still with the same look. Friendly, firm and authoritative.

That's my mind right now.

Till...

Tok, tock, tock!!

J r e n g !

The first sight I saw was. He was still as busy as he was, opening up sheet by sheet and slightly crossing out some papers. Maybe it's being signed.

I was still standing next to the door of his room while continuing to look at him who was getting older but the first sight I could judge he was more authoritative.

If in such a serious state, he looked cold, resolute and full of mystery. How exactly, is he? Does he live well?

Is he healthy?

That's the question that represents my current gaze, until....

"Father!!!" I said with a meaningful look.

He turned his head and was a little surprised I saw him looking back at me as if he could not believe my current figure.

"Ah, what kind of view do you have right now?" I smiled a little.

He still did not answer or move and decided his gaze.

"Are you also going to continue to think that your vision and the figure standing before you right now, is just an illusion?" I laugh in the smell.

"Since when?" said clear.

"Since the last few years it's possible, if you ask me planain this from when!" flat answer.

No answers or questions from him. Besides he got up and stepped towards me.

One thing I can still feel is that this hug is still the same. Comfortable, warm and sturdy to be used as a backrest. I've missed this for a long time.

"Sorry Papa!" she said with a slightly trembling body, as crying was possible.

"Kneel!" take her with me still clutching my little body and leaving the room. Could he take me home?

All I saw was that he was a little enthusiastic about stepping up and taking me to the parking area.

Traveled...

I don't know, this street feels strange because this is my first time here. But he said just now, we're on our way home. I don't know.

I am a little foreign to this atmosphere.