
A girl named Nellsa was daydreaming with a diary in her hand. Raga approached him still wearing a black shirt and hat. Nellsa's eyes widened at Raga's arrival. He doesn't even like the situation.
"Hay Sa!"
"Eh lo Ga's. What's up?"
Raga began to sit beside Nellsa calmly. He sighed until he was heard by Nellsa.
"But it's beautiful, daydreaming it's medicine, daydreaming it's not the outlet of excessive brain tension."
"Lo, what the hell is that?"
"A quote from the book I read. In the afternoon, you shouldn't go home daydreaming here, it's dangerous!"
"Like me." Nellsa began to feel uneasy because Raga continued to be in front of him suddenly. And always wanted to meddle in his affairs.
"Lo not working?"
"Work?" ask Raga weirdly. For a few seconds he began to remember his commercial on tv.
"Oh that. I finally got the same job in Indonesia."
"Why did you even move to Indonesia if Rotterdam can make you dapetin what you want?"
"No, Rotterdam doesn't make everything I want there. I have been hoping for a long time to go back to Indonesia. Apparently, living in the country of that person really makes you feel lonely. Also, I can't find chicken satay there."
Nellsa stared awkwardly at Raga. He listened to Raga's words very well. Nellsa then smiled and chuckled thinly making Raga turn to her. Raga looked at Nellsa from the side, her unraveled hair carried by the wind. It was as if he had been bewitched to see Nellsa so close. But something happened in her heart. It was blowing like a drum being hit. Nellsa looked back at him.
"Why did you see me like that?" Nellsa's getting awkward. It moved a little further away from Raga. Raga had not even stopped looking at him making Nellsa increasingly uncomfortable connecting nervously.
"Gue likes your eyes." Raga began to stare at the sky roof. Yeah, a few seconds of watching Nellsa, it felt like her heart was running a marathon.
"What's? What the hell is not clear." Nellsa's getting nervous.
"Gue lied." Raga smiled faintly without looking at Nellsa.
"Ih .. ngeselin," inner Nellsa.
"Gue doesn't work, I'm honest. You have beautiful eyes, don't wear glass lenses anymore." Raga began to stare at the roofs of the sky that were so blue in sight.
"He's weird, can't he read people's minds?" inner Nellsa.
"Gue's not good at reading people's minds, I'm talking what I see." Raga's words made Nellsa glare in shock.
"Huh? I want to go home, I'll go first!" nellsa then stepped up to leave. He did not even realize that he had left his diary in the garden chair.
Focusing on smiling at Nellsa who was leaving, Raga turned her head to the side of her chair. A diary-type book was lying around. Yeah, Raga thinks it's Nellsa's. He saw that Nellsa had gone too far from her place. Taken a diary and opened the first page by Raga. There is a writing,
"Waiting for you is fun, even if your image is not in front of me, let me continue to love you."
That's the word that started the first page of Nellsa's diary. Ten meters about Nellsa had walked away from Raga, Nellsa just remembered her diary. He glared and then turned around and ran to the place where he left the diary.
"My diary, well don't get to Raga read it," inner Nellsa as she continued to run.
Raga who happened to be holding a diary belonging to Nellsa, then taken forcibly by the owner. With a flat look, Raga was shocked.
"Gue didn't read anything, I just wanted to go back to you."
"Lo's sure?"
Raga nodded her head.
"Judah I'm gone."
"Everything will come back" murmured Raga.
...-o0o-i...
..."The wave water watered some of the coral without a trace. So too with you. You flush out some part of me without the trace that I call love. I'm not a rhyme expert, but when I get to know you and keep thinking about you, I somehow make my own rhyme for you. I see your looks in front of my eyes. But it feels like my heart says you haven't come to me with your heart." Nellsa Diary....
...-o0o-i...
"Hey, is that Raga? Wow very proud well, have a model as handsome Raga lecture at our campus." Some girls were talking about Raga being a TV commercial.
"That's Raga." He pointed to the television at the cafe at the time.
Nellsa looked at the TV slowly.
"Mobile advertising?" strange muttering.
"Great yeah, only a few days he's been an advertising star here." Kian was amazed to see it.
"If you think it's gini, it's completely different from Dio. Dio his people do not like public places, especially seen by many people like that. I have to find Dio, about his house is still there, right? Is it in the rub?" inner Diko.
Diko comes to Dio's old house. Instead of wondering if his old friend was still in place or indeed Dio had really moved. Diko was last with him, at the time of his high school graduation first. Since then, Diko was very curious where her best friend went without leaving a message. Diko remembers the address of the house or the road he had gone through to take Dio home from school during high school last.
"Gue think this if not the wrong house," murmured Diko. He has arrived at the home page.
"Excuse me..." Diko greeted me several times, no one answered.
The third call, a man came out of his house. Yeah, Diko's heart started beating. He even thought that the house was still filled and not empty.
"Who are you?" asked a man, well-built and moustached a little thick.
"Sorry sir, I'm looking for Dio. Do you know?"
"Dio's? I know less. Who knows all my wife. I just rented this house. But my wife was again at her partner's house" said the middle-aged man.
"Oh yes sir, who knows your wife knows where my friend who used to live here moved. Next time I come back sir, I'll excuse you."
Diko looked at the school memory album they had once made. He noticed Dio's left ear in the photo.
"He doesn't have a piercing, and Dio isn't a fashion person. Oh Dio, where the hell are you going? I can't stand Nellsa's look, have you ever had amnesia? Or do you have a twin brother? So who's Raga?"
His mind was made uneasy as his suspicion on Raga grew increasingly. Yeah, he thinks it's crazy because Raga he met in Rotterdam. But all his resemblance to Dio made him dizzy.
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