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CHAPTER 2 | Return

The cool breeze in the morning was enough to make my breath come back fresh. After months of being alone, I found out what my lack was and what my mistake was until the man dared to say the farewell.

He should have just disappeared from before me. To go so far as not to be able to look for it. Go disappear without saying goodbye so I don't feel too sick.

I'm not the one who asked for all this to happen. But he who initially kept approaching me, made me comfortable until finally felt safe when with him. Turning me who is used to being independent so that it depends on him, whether conscious or not, that's how I feel.

Long before me and her became intimate, I had cut off my previous relationship with my boyfriend, because I felt that we both had an unhealthy relationship. Rarely communicate because they are busy with their work. And that is the only way we can maintain the harmony of a relationship, because a distance is really a gap between us.

Right, I had a long distance relationship back then with a man. Rupee and mapan. We met while I was on vacation. Until we finally got a romance on a different island. Our communication has become increasingly tenuous, especially since Reza was present among us.

I realized my relationship with Angga was no longer tenable. Not only because communication was disrupted, but gradually the sense of trust between us was getting thin and we finally agreed to end it all. Absolutely on mutual agreement, not one-sided like Reza did to me a few months ago.

And when my relationship with Angga ended, a week later Reza and I became more familiar. I cannot deny, close and city relationships will indeed feel stronger, compared to long distances. Lack of suspicion or jealousy. And all will lose when longing is treated with a direct gaze, not through a video call or just a voice on the phone.

I let go of Angga and opened myself up to Reza. That's what I do. But who would have thought, I got my karma. Reza appeared to me with the excuse of not wanting to hurt each other's partners. Who's partner? I don't have anybody.

And at that moment I just realized, that he said it because he did not want to hurt his partner. Yeah, lover.

My brain was a thousand times faster at work then, but not to digest his words, but to whisper to my own heart, that I had been deceived all this time. I was just used.

I should have realized, the one whose name fell would definitely hurt. Especially the one whose name is in love. Nothing is beautiful. Nothing is perfect. It's all just a lie.

I still remember when I first met him at the wedding of one of my old school friends, Jonathan. Which turned out to be one of his family.

“Known, this is my cousin, his name is Reza,” said Joe who introduced me to Reza. The man smiled sweetly at me while thrusting his right hand, inviting me to shake hands.

“Za, know this was me back in high school, her name is Adella,” added Joe again.

I welcome the handstroke and then hold it tightly like a hand, with a smile that we still develop together. Our eyes looked at each other without blinking until Joe's voice again broke the atmosphere.

“Za, please temenin Adella first, yes? I have to get back to my wife. You do not go home before the others come trus photos, ok?” threaten Joe to me after asking his cousin for help.

“Yes, I temenin.” Reza replied, while I just smiled wryly at Joe.

“Yes already, I live first.” Joe stepped away, leaving me alone with this cousin of his.