
"Ariana," Sapa Aqila as soon as she arrived at the lake of Thun, where they made their agreement.
Ariana wears skinny jeans with a maroon sweater. While Aqila wears blue jeans in combination with a trench coat. Aqila let her hair down and put on a benie hat.
"Sorry old,"
"I'm sorry I just arrived too."
Ariana wrapped her hands around Aqila's arms and walked hand in hand towards the boat rental.
Now Aqila and Ariana just sat on the bench while enjoying the view.
"I brought this for you too!." Ariana opened the tupperware containing 2 sandwiches on Aqila.
"Thank you."
"Together."
While eating they tell stories about their work at the Artos hotel and discuss funny things that sometimes hotel visitors do. Aqila was very happy to meet the girl who was one year older than him. Ariana is very good and helps her a lot while working.
"We got on the boat, kept diving. I'm impatient."
"I am too."
Ariana looked at.
"Qila look over there!."
Aqila followed the direction of Arian's index finger, but as many people passed by Aqila squinted to see what Ariana was pointing at.
"What the hell? lake water? birds - birds fly? or what the hell?."
"Not two men standing by a tree. One carries a camera and the other wears glasses."
Once she had found what Ariana had pointed at, Aqila nodded. "Okay, I've seen. So why?."
"It looks like they're Indonesian. Who brought a good-looking camera?."
"All the guys in your eyes are handsome."
"No, that one is different. Take a good look."
Aqila narrowed her eyes and focused her gaze on the two young men. Somehow his view is always shifted to a guy who wears sunglasses and just silence.
Aqila focused on looking at the guy who was carrying the camera like Ariana's orders. But somehow his gaze was not shifted on the guy who wore sunglasses. Aqila did not even realize she had looked at him for a long time.
"Qila..." Ariana flicked her finger in front of Aqila's face as Aqila looked dreamy. "Don't tell me you're also fascinated by the guy who carries the camera, Qila's mine."
"Take there. Just take all of it. I'm gonna get on the boat."
Aqila immediately finished her sandwich and walked over first."
"WAIT."
Ariana immediately put the tupperware into the bag and ran after Aqila then wrapped her hands in her arms.
"He said he wanted to marry young, but even cuek gini dong business, Qila. If you don't want a European guy, Asia can too, right? Let's meet them, who knows they're single."
"No way, I want her to get acquainted." Aqila laughs.
"Didih, expensive selling. But you think the guy with the camera is handsome, right?."
"Beautiful, but the more handsome and cool ones that wear glasses." Aqila smiled and pressed down on her chest which was inexplicably pounding.
"Don't you fall in love at first sight again."
"Ih, what the hell is not."
Ariana laughed and rushed to the ship.
The two young men they were talking about were still there. The camera boy was shooting a scene that he thought was good, while the guy with glasses was still silent while folding his hands and staring at the lake.
"Where? good right?. It's not in vain that you agree to my invitation here, right? Lake Thun is indeed the Best in my opinion, how do you think?."
"For a long time you drowned you in the lake, Rail. From there he was asked not to answer."
Again Farel did not reply, just a long sigh. Rendy also took a long breath.
Since 5 years ago, since Rachel's departure, Farel changed. Farel is not Farel anymore. No more Farel joking around, no more silly Farel.
Farel's change caused Rendy to lose her soulmate. During this time he and Farel frequency, their jokes continued, but now boro-boro joking, talk only rarely.
"Rel, Rail I miss your old kebangsan."
Silent again.
"Well, Rail. Bodo very, I want to go home." Rendy walked away. "GUE SAID I WANTED TO GO HOME. I'M PULAAANG RAIL, WOY!."
Farel hopes to hold back his departure, but Farel remains silent. Rendy said, the swearing of Java will not be understood by the people here.
"God give me back my old friend, please give me back my crazy Farel first."
Rendy shouted while raising her hands up making some passersby glance at her.
"I was crazy for a long time, back to the hotel. Rails." Rendy pulls Farel's hand and takes him away.
"Repot ya holiday bring a 12-door refrigerator," cynically Rendy on Farel who walks beside her.
***
Jakarta, 18:45
In the classic-style dining room, an Obu with his little baby is arranging their dinner room later.
"This mama," the 4-year-old boy named Kevin handed the plate to his mama.
The mother who was arranging the side dishes on the table smiled. "Thank you, my mom's son is smart."
Little Kevin smiled cheerfully until his eyes narrowed funny while getting a soft greeting in his hair.
"Now all the cutlery and cooking mama has been arranged neatly, we just wait for papa's return."
"Yeeehh, Kevin can't wait to come home, keep having dinner with us."
Luna smiled and raised her little son and sat down on the chair, then she herself sat down beside her son. While waiting for her husband's return, Luna invites Kevin to watch the children's videos on Ipad.
Luna glanced towards the wall clock. Her husband promised to come home at 19:00 for dinner together. But now it's 19:30. Half an hour passed but her husband had not yet returned.
"Look at this," Kevin touched Luna's cheek making Luna look from the wall switched to the phone in Kevin's hand.
"Watch this with Kevin. Funny, is it Mah?."
"It's funny, honey."
Luna drifted laughing with her son watching a funny vidio, then when glancing at the clock turned out to be at 19:45.
"Darling to wait here for a minute."
"Yes, Mama."
Luna heads to the kitchen and picks up the cell phone she put in the kitchen bar. Then call her husband, but not in foster care. Luna also sent a message, but there was no reply as well, her WA was last seen at 19:00.
[Luna: Where are you?, please go home, Kevin is waiting for you. This time only. I beg!.]
No, there is no reply. Luna was afraid of disappointing her son. This was not the first time her husband had promised to return home quickly, but it was too late in the end. Luna is afraid Kevin doesn't trust her papa anymore.
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