Thank You for True Love

03 STARTED TO KNOW HIM

The ringing of my message notification reads. Iopenit. Unknown number. I continued to open the message.

"Save my number..!" Uh, who's she how dare I keep her number. So important.

"Don't just sting.." The second message came in after I read the first message just now.

I know him, even though he really is.. I'm still trying to remember anyone who exchanged numbers or asked for my phone number today.

All day, there were some who asked to exchange numbers with me. Fellow freshmen, and this is the first day the lecture begins. So many of us who do exchange numbers, while chatting in a friendly, to be more familiar and easy to communicate later, considering we will start struggling with college tasks.

Some of them I have kept in my contacts. But there are also some that I have not saved.

My phone rings again. One new message came in from the same number .

This time with a photo. Curious I clicked the middle of the photo to open the clear photo.

Half shocked when I saw the photo. A selfie of a guy with his little smile, against the background of my first classroom this morning.

And my eyes rounded spontaneously after I observed, it appears that next to the back of his face there was another face looking down seriously staring at the screen of the phone he was holding. That's me..! And that selfie guy's face is Adit, the smiley-pounding guy.

"You know, right. So the hunt keep my number!" As soon as the contents of the message that accompanied the delivery of the photo.

You pranky guy, how dare he take a selfie with my cute face. I am a girl what the fuck.

Rather than the length of the story, I immediately saved Adit's number and I named Adit Kampus's contact. Because there are some names of Adit my old friends that I still keep before, so each of them I have to add a reminder behind his name, even with this one Adit.

"I've saved it. Thanks." Thanks." Short I replied to the message.

"See you in class tomorrow morning. Nye.." He still returns me.

I closed the message page on my phone. Switching to check the status of messages that I have not opened since morning.

Having just moved to the status screen, I was stunned to see the top status with the Adit Campus contact name.

There was no accompanying writing, just a photo I just received as well.

"Based on a weird guy, my face was on display with him.." My grunts in my heart.

"There's no other photo, which I don't have to carry with me this cute face.."

I immediately wrote a message to Adit.

"Other times if you want to show off personal photos, do not need to bring people's faces..!"

"I like it anyway.." And the answer made me more and more fun of myself. Duuh..!

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In the morning I went to college. When I got to class, I saw that there were still very few who came, or maybe still chose outside the classroom waiting for the class to start.

While greeting a few people, I headed towards the empty bench at the left end of the back row somewhat.

It was still seven more fifteen minutes while the class would start at half-eight later.

As usual I took my phone because there was still time to open my social media account.

Because it is too serious to enjoy the latest news from celebrities and cyber figures, so I did not realize the bell had been heard accompanied by the entry of several students who were previously still fun outside the classroom.

I put my phone in after I set the vibrate mode. I looked towards the door, the lecturer has not come.

But eeh, my eyes reflexively caught the presence of someone sitting to the right of my stool.

When I turned towards him, our eyes immediately exchanged glances, deg..!

"Me again..." Still with his big smile, it makes me want to not return his smile.

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After today's lecture, I'm getting ready to go home, after finishing the book and lecture today. I went out of class, wanted to get home and unwind.

Down the stairs to the faculty, I said farewell to my two friends, Rinaya and Elisha. My routine now is to commute to college on foot, because the house I live in is only a hundred meters from the campus gate.

Dad did turn me on a motorcycle for my tuition here, but I still rarely use it, unless there is an urgent or have to get out of the house with a considerable distance.

Still far from the campus gate, Adit tracked my steps. I saw his face, a little sweaty in the afternoon by this afternoon. But it still looked bright with his trademark smile.

"Don't you bring a motor, huh..?" Ask her.

He just nodded his head as his hands pointed towards the parking lot on our right side.

"Can I take you home?"

"Oh.., my hostel's close by. Thanks." Thanks." Refuse me gently.

"Wait here for a minute, wait for me..!" Adit ran small towards the parking area. It seems he took his motorcycle. Then back to my side standing.

"Come. , get on, I'll drive you home.." Whether this meant a request or an order, I was confused as to what else to refuse.

Half-conscious or stunned, I finally cleared myself to piggyback on him too.

"Don't run away, Dit. This is the girl people know.." With a little bit of a whimper I tried to joke. And he immediately chuckled loosely while advancing his motor slowly.

Since it was still a little awkward, I only fell silent as I sat piggybacking behind him. Until I realized, we had arrived in front of my boarding fence.

"Eh, how does he know I live here? I haven't told her yet either.." I thought so hard I forgot I was still sitting in his arm.

"Do I need to get you there..?" His head slightly looked up towards the inside of the fence, he pointed at the house I was staying in.

"Oh.., uh, no need, no need.." I just realized that I'm still hanging out on the bike. Immediately I went down and stood by his side.

"Emm.., how do you know I live here?" I asked full of search.

"Because I like to follow you in there.." He replied casually with a nosy smile.

Basic guy prank, lack of work very much follow people home from college. Like a stalker wants to kidnap her.

"Well, I'm home first.." He was quiet and I just nodded my head.

"If there's anything, just call me." His smile reappeared.

"Thank you, yeah.."

He turned on the horn of his motorbike short of a farewell sign, and returned to the motor. After not being seen by my sight, I rushed into the house.

That is, since then finally Adit and I began to be good friends on campus. And almost every day, he was diligent in delivering me after college.

"Lumayanlah, there is a private motorcycle taxi, free anyway.." I am satisfied in my heart.

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