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That Taste Still Exists

“Au ..” Naya whispered as she slowly elbowed the Aurora sitting beside her.

“Hmmm,” Aurora replied without moving the concentration center on the book she was reading.

“Au ..” This time Naya leaned towards Aurora and elbowed Aurora harder.

“Mmm ... what the hell?” Aurora looked over with a questioning look.

Naya replied by moving her head towards the front and glancing at the table across. Aurora followed the direction of Naya's glance and suddenly immediately lowered her head. His heart suddenly beat faster. “Cracks Cloud.” Aurora called that name in her heart.

Cloud Surya Pratama, senior brother and assistant lecturer in Aurora class. A man who has many fans because of his smart and friendly attitude, supported by a face that is above average in value. The clouds have a pointed nose, slightly narrowed eyes framed with thick eyebrows, and a firm jaw shape. Aurora has been interested in the Clouds since the first day she set foot on this campus, when she had to pass through the Clouds when she was about to enter the classroom.

The more Cloud fans in Aurora's class grew, Aurora also kept in silence her interest. The only one who knows that Aurora is interested in Awan is only Naya, her best friend since High School who studied in the same department. Naya once caught Aurora looking at the unblinking Cloud as the Cloud explained the coursework in front of the class. Aurora couldn't dodge and assented Naya as she asked her right on target about her feelings for Cloud.

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The clouds came out of the elevator unbuttoning his jacket, stopped in front of the hanging shelf, took the hanger, then put his jacket in the empty section. Not only do the Clouds need a jacket today if you see a row of jackets and coats on a special hanger provided in front of this elevator. Today was still early September, but the wind was blowing quite fiercely carrying cold air even though the sun was emitting its rays.

The clouds turned their feet to the right, down the hallway, and saw several people of different skin tones gathered clumped in front of the class.

“Oh yes, today is the first day of new generation.”

The smiling cloud recalled how happy he was when he first started college at this place. The clouds walked slowly while still smiling and nodding their heads at the few people he passed by and accidentally looked at each other. The clouds cast their eyes into the classroom, smiling ever wider at the group of people who all looked happy.

Deg.

His view stopped on the figure of a typical Indonesian-faced woman, dimpled, wearing peach-colored high-collared jerseys, jeans, and sports shoes. It looks so fresh. The woman seemed to be busy talking with two other women, one also has the face of Indonesia while the other is black, maybe from one of the countries in the African Continent.

“Aurora.” The clouds deepened as he began to feel his heart beat faster. The clouds did not believe his vision and tried to look back more clearly. There was no change, the woman he saw was indeed Aurora. “Not wrong again, it's Aurora.”

The clouds panicked slightly, rushed out of the place and stepped foot towards the library. However, his mind was like flying without a trace.

“What is Aurora? Yes, that's Aurora. Is he a new student? Is it not wrong? Maybe he went to college here too. But how can it? What if I meet him? He still remembers?”

Various questions popped up at the Cloud's head until it arrived at the library. The clouds chose a seat in a corner sheltered by rows of bookshelves. This library is always quiet and became a favorite place when the cloud had to complete his tasks.

Today Awan plans to continue looking for some references that are still needed and tidying up his writing that must be submitted by the end of the week. The cloud took out the laptop from the bag, turned it on, then fell silent. Cloud memory drifted back to 6 years ago.

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On the first day, the clouds had found the figure. This student did not look prominent, not including the names of students who immediately became the target of the committee and other seniors. Yet for some reason, once upon a look, the Clouds were attracted to him. Her face was casual, but when she smiled, the two faint dimples on her right and left made her look very sweet and adorable in the eyes of the Clouds. The more attention, the cloud is more interested and not tired of looking at it. The cloud saw the girl's name through a nametag hanging around her neck. Name, Aurora.

On the last day of the orientation period, the Cloud discovered another fact that made her pay more attention to Aurora. They have a full name of some kind. Its name is Pratama Solar Cloud, while Aurora is full name, Aurora Mentari Putri. “Did our parents like celestial objects equally? Or just by coincidence?”

Since then the clouds have always tried to find opportunities to see Aurora, even if only from afar. Clouds realized that he was quite popular in his department. Several women, both friends and younger siblings, blatantly pointed out their approach to the Clouds. However, the dipper was not welcome. Clouds are still a friendly man to anyone without ever having a special relationship during college.

This time, even though the Cloud was already interested, he did not dare to go any further. The clouds thought Aurora had no interest in him. Aurora is not included in the group of younger siblings who are always looking for Clouds, for true assistance or just a reason to be close to him.

Another reason, Cloud is actually afraid of relationships. He thought about his family. Therefore, Awan only enjoyed his heartbeat through stealing glances at Aurora, in classrooms, student assemblies, canteens, and libraries. He was very satisfied with all of that.

“Goedemorgen (good morning), Cloud.” A woman's voice breaks the clouds.

“Goedemorgen, Ma'am,” Awan replied as he turned his head towards the woman.

Ma'am Hani, so Awan and other Indonesian friends call this librarian who bleeds Indonesia. Hani has long been married to a Dutch man and works on this campus despite living outside the city. Every day he had to take the train for 20 minutes until the station and continue the journey to the campus using a bicycle parked at the train station. His love for the library and the opportunity to meet friends from Indonesia made him survive working on this campus even though he had to become a commuter.

“Have you found the book you were looking for?” Hani asked as she moved the book from the trolley she was carrying onto the shelf.

“Already, Mbak. As it turns out, move places not in the order of the number, “ clear Clouds.

“Thank God. It must have been a sprain, so I did not meet directly. I like that, Wan. Just keep it. That's why sometimes you like chatty.” Hani spoke quickly while slightly advancing her lips.

The clouds laughed softly at Hani's face. “Commonly, Ma'am .. There must be one.”

Hani finished putting the newly returned books into the shelf in front of the Clouds.

“Come, Wan. Mbak continue first.”

Hani began pushing the book trolley onto another row of shelves.

“Iya Mbak.” The clouds smiled and waved towards Hani who was also replied with a smile and a wave of hands.

Clouds again remembered the daydream earlier and began to think, “Five years passed was not able to remove the taste. Looking back at this place, the thump was still felt. How's this?”