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A week after the departure of my father I began to work again, trying to keep busy so as not to drag on – dissolved in sadness. I'm still staying at my parents' house, because I don't want you to feel lonely. Although I know sometimes he cries when alone in the room, remembering the father who left him. So did my two sisters who started to return to their normal activities.
Tok.dok…
Mila stands on the doorstep with a sweet smile on her face. “ lunch yuk...” take her. I exhaled then took a HP and the wallet rushed out of my desk.
“ how about interns, is there any suitable?” I asked Mila to open our conversation. Mila is the Hrd Manager at my Hotel, we are both involved in the love of the location. She is a competent woman, the quality of her work is good even though sometimes as a woman she tends to be spoiled and wants to always be noticed everything.
“we eat under aja yah” said Mila with the intention of inviting me to eat at the hotel restaurant whose view faces the sea. I nodded my head in agreement. And back busy with hp in my hand. We both eat food in a calm state, Mila prefers if we are silent and do not talk while eating. After eating he would immediately go to the toilet, a habit I had noticed the past year.
I refocused on my phone, when the familiar female voice caught my ear. I immediately raised my gaze from the phone looking for that voice and was right. A voice with a cheerful tone that has been for – years I have not heard. And yeah, I found it. Seemed exciting with some people in front of him, occasionally he laughed and chimed in his interlocutors, once he was heard mixing English in part of his sentence, habits from the past turned out. My eyes continued to pay attention to his expression that was so anxious, once he raised both hands trying to explain something in detail then he looked at his watch and immediately took a bag and stood up to greet his interlocutor, he said, walk towards the door.
“ Nayra...” call me when He passes my desk. He turned to look for the origin of the voice and looked surprised when I was standing next to him. “ want, where?” continued again.
Nayra looked surprised then smiled to see me. “mau returned to the office” replied he who made my eel shrivel, office? Since when? Nayra raised her index finger, her habit when cutting through the ceremony. He reached into the contents of his bag and took out a small box, took my right hand and opened his palm then put the small box on it. “i have to go” he said as he patted my cheek. Then turn around and hurry away. And the bad habit is, come and leave me full of question marks.
Mila came back from the toilet and asked me why I was standing, sculpting. I quickly put the box in my pants and said if an acquaintance greeted me, he had just left. I'm not completely lying, am I?
I reached into my pocket when I returned to my office. Soon opened a small box that turned out to contain a keychain Sydney opera house, a hallmark of the city of Sydney that he lived in before. My memory returned when he touched my cheek, his habit long ago, when he would part with me. He who never made me want to forget his presence in my life.
18 Years ago
me and Daffa came out of our hiding under the bridge, I immediately opened the candy wrapper to immediately maybe remove the smell of cigarette smoke from my mouth. Yup... me and daffa are trying – try to smoke a cigarette without a drop of anyone. We were walking leisurely when we saw some 12-year-old girls walking around so noisy in front of us. They were debating what they would buy. A girl seemed confused by all the brands they mentioned. Until he turned to look at me and our gazes met. Dug... My heart is pounding, what is this feeling? I'm getting a little restless. Who her?
“ Nayra !!! ” call daffa in a slightly surprised voice, to the horde in front of us. The girl turned back and I became angry. “ you are Nayra right? already big well “ his plain face turned to be upset. “ iyalah, childhood continues” he then immediately turned around and followed the steps of friends - friends who started to leave him. Nayra. Her beauty was starting to look beautiful, her gaze was sharp and her smile was so beautiful. For a child her age, how could she be that beautiful.
Giana Nayra Sudirman, her full name. He is the son of Sudirman who is an architect. His wife is a villager here. From childhood I have known him, but long time not met because Nayra lived in the city and never visited his family in the village which is also my residence. We never played together let alone fought when visiting her grandmother's house. But everyone knows him, his father is the son of a prominent family in the city. But he never chooses friends, he hangs out with anyone and everyone enjoys hanging out with him.
My eyes have never stopped watching him since, always following his – moves, the way he walks, talks, his innocent eyes, his smile, his crisp laugh, his, her face was beautiful and I don't know why I always hoped she would see me. Though I'm sure Nayra didn't understand what it was to fall in love. I also sometimes feel something is wrong with me, at the age of 14, I feel so eager to be mine. There was nothing more interesting than her in my eyes, nothing prettier in my eyes than her in mine.
My daydream was broken with a knock on the door by my secretary Diana, she placed the black coffee while thrusting out the file I had to handle, instantly making her laugh as I sighed heavily.
“bapak, every day meet a girlfriend but still weak” said Diana while grinning the horse.
I looked at him while laughing. Immediately I handled, while walking open the door to the balcony door, well my office deliberately in the area that has a balcony to make me free to smoke. I looked up at the beach and saw some people were busy lifting party decorations.
“ what events are below? “ my question to Diana who is still busy tidying up files scattered on my guest table.
“ada wedding reception sir, in the pool” area replied Diana who was still busy with her work.
My eyes caught the presence of a familiar figure, although from a distance and looked impossible but I could recognize the figure who was walking carrying a vase of flowers in his hand.
“WO new sir, I forgot his name. He said the owner had work experience in WO abroad so” Diana's answer made my heart beat fast, could it?
“find out who the owner is now” My command does not like the taste that began guessing this – nerka.
Diana called the marketing department immediately. Sounded like he was talking – said. I began to impatiently walk towards the balcony so curious.
“pak, the name of the owner's mother Nayra Sudirman” I immediately took off the tie I wore, tidied my collar to look a little relaxed, I sipped a glass of water preparing to take a quick step down to the pool area. ”oh yes Sir. Father invited to his wedding ceremony” I turned to Diana who raised the invitation Blue sea and then gave it to me. Soon I opened it and read that the married one was a pretty famous selebgram in this city, I saw a white dresscode written below it. I laid my body on the guest sofa and placed the invitation in my chest while closing my eyes, which also canceled my intention to go down.
“bapak why?” asked Diana who seemed confused by my other behavior than usual. I looked at Diana with a smile that made her eyes wrinkle, instantly making me laugh. Diana's eyes widened in shock from astonishment.
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my steps drew closer towards a woman standing in the corner while paying attention to the surrounding area. In his hand was a walkie talkie.
“beautiful party” said slowly from behind. He looked up and was a little surprised by my presence.
“ your nice hotel” he said with a smile back turned to look towards the party crowd.
“I heard – hear you own WOnya well?” Nayra who was wearing a white dress this evening was surprised, then nodded her head with a smile.
“partnership with old friend” he replied
I nod my head to understand sign “so, you will stay here?”I then started to wonder which he answered with a nod of the head omen Yes.
“you haven't changed well?” I said that made her eyes focus on me.
“what hasn't changed?” he became curious
“everything, your face, your attitude” that makes his eyes grow bigger then laugh.
“i’m getting old” said still laughing
“No... You are still like the Nayra I used to” said without looking at her, Nayra looked at me then laughed while shaking her head
“ Yes... I am still Nayra who will hurt you someday” he said while taking a glass of drink in front of us. “cheers!!!” he said, raising a glass and laughing. Well that's how he is, his sarcasticity hasn't changed either. I pulled up the empty seats around me, sat on my feet and propped up my chin with my hands looking at Nayra who was talking to her walkie talkie. He was astonished and shook his head again. I laughed and he walked away from me because of his diwalkie talkie call.
“Nayra... “ call me to the one who started to stay away from me. He turned around with an annoyed face to see me laughing towards him. Ah Nayra.
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