
Luna gulped it seemed like her dealings with Dypta would not be finished as fast as she thought. Dypta would have wanted to correct further information about him, where he had been and with whom he had lived.
Or maybe all this time Dypta already knows its existence. Ah it feels impossible, Luna is not that important until Dypta finds out her whereabouts.
I don't know Luna doesn't know but now Luna wishes she could get out of here and go back to the hospital.
"How are you Dypta." asked Luna in the end.
Dypta did not answer, but smirked.
Luna squeezed her hands nervously. He is very curious what we think now, Dypta is good but sometimes Dypta can be very annoying mysterious and unpredictable as well.
Then Dypta suddenly stopped his car on the side of the road.
"Down."
Luna.
"You want to hurry up, right?." Dypta.
"Eh i-iya, thank you for the ride and thank you for saving me. I'm sorry."
Luna felt that the sentence was too formal when they used to be quite close and often chatted casually even among all her friends, Luna is closest to Dypta but now feels foreign stiff and awkward Luna to not know what to say. Hopefully his encounter with Dypta does not leave a bad impression. Luna didn't want to be hated by Dypta or the others.
"I'm down."
Luna got out of the car. Just closing the car door, Dypta also came out of the car. Standing in front of each other. Then without saying anything, Dypta put on a mask covering Luna's mouth and nose.
Just that, then Dypta got back in the car and drove off. While Luna was still standing in place with the view still fixed on the Dypta car that was getting away.
"Why didn't I ask Dypta to drop me off at the hospital? how do I get to the hospital? I don't bring money either."
Luna looked around anxiously. Here there is no taxi or taxi base that stops.If there is a Luna motorcycle taxi can ask to be delivered first to the new hospital later Luna pay for it. But it's a pity that there are only cars and motorcycles on the road.
Luna decided to walk. About 15 steps away suddenly there was a car standing next to him.
"Mba Luna huh?" the driver got out of the car.
"Eh, i-yes."
"I'm an online taxi that Mas Dypta ordered. Mas Dypta asked me to take Mba Luna to the hospital. Come on, Mba please come in. It's already paid for."
"Seriously sir?."
"Yes." Yeah."
The driver showed evidence of chats with Dypta. Luna hesitated, but having no other choice, Luna got into the taxi after which the taxi headed to the hospital.
"Oh well Mba Luna. Mas Dypta also sent a message."
"What message, sir?."
"Mas Dypta said that Kevin's gonna get well soon."
Luna's heart stopped beating. So all this time Dypta already knew of its existence.
***
Apartment, 21.00
Farel and Rachel arrive at the apartment building they used to live in. Initial plan, they want to come here to around 07:00 p.m. But since Rachel wanted to have dinner with Anthony, they went home first to Farel's house, only after dinner and chatting did they come here.
Now they're still in the car in the basement.
"You feel something?" asked Farel while looking at Rachel who was sitting next to him.
"Hm," Rachel cuddled.
"Oh well, what do you feel?" asked Farel excitedly. She hoped Rachel remembered something.
"I feel so sleepy, hahahaa." Rachel laughed, while Farel thinned his lips.
"Jeez Farel. I've also just arrived, where might I remember something immediately."
Farel chuckled, "Yes, yes. The princess."
"Should it be a joke?."
"Hm, I have to wear it. There are many kidnappers here."
"You're the kidnapper."
Farel laughing.
Hand in hand, Farel and Rachel walked into the apartment lobby, got into the elevator and pressed down on the 10th floor.
"Every time we took the elevator, I used to get you."
Farel held onto Rachel's shoulder and moved it in front of her then placed his hand on Rachel's hair and shuffled it.
"PHAREL."
Farel laughed, "Persis, you will also shout like that."
Rachel squeaked and tidied her hair again. But in the end Rachel also laughed, feeling silly with Farel's behavior.
"What else do we usually do in an elevator?."
"Kissing."
Rachel rounded her eyes, "Seriously?."
"Joking, but if you want, we can do that now to create a memento that we'll remember in old age."
"Ihhhh his jail," Rachel pinched Farel's stomach, but it was hard because of Farel's sixpack stomach.
Farel laughed, grabbed onto Rachel's shoulder, touched her forehead on Rachel's side of hair and swiped around in a fit of anxiety. Rachel also laughed amusedly and pushed Farel away.
"Farel, in this elevator there must be a cctv. We'll be at the grebek security guard because it's too intimate."
"I'll say we're married."
"You know, hihihi," Rachel became anxious and bit Farel's arm. It was not that Farel was in pain laughing.
The elevator door opened, Farel clasped Rachel's hand again and took her out.
"Each floor there are two apartment units," Farek explained as he traced the hallway to their apartment unit, "This is my apartment, and this is your apartment."
Rachel nodded.
"It used to be when we were in college we rented and paid per year but after you left. I bought it and you, I can come here as I please."
Rachel looked at Farel.
"How often do you miss me and how often do you come here?."
"I miss you 24 hours, seven days a week, 30 days a month, 365 days a year."
Rachel laughed, "Every day dong."
"I miss you every day. But to come to this apartment is not every day. I have a way to treat my longing a little. Not just come to this apartment but through a few things. I told you that, right?."
Rachel nodded, "Looking at my photos and vidioku, coming to the places we often go, closing our eyes and presenting me with your shadow."
Farel stared fixedly at Rachel, as if this beautiful girl should be.
"I did all of that. But still can't cure my longing. The longer the longing the greater like a chronic disease that needs medicine. I've been looking for that drug everywhere for 5 years. Pain and torment is how I feel when I miss you. Until I finally found you."
"Now healed? or still sick and tortured?."
"Hm, it's healed. But I haven't calmed down before I made you mine completely. Marry you. I want us to get married."
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Seriate...