The Love Traces of RAHWANA

Ravana 11.

The trip home was so much fun. How not? The misunderstanding of the woman I love has ended smoothly. Now, I'm ready to execute plans to get back to him.

“Mas, why keep smiling?” Apparently Maiga was watching me. I turned my eyes from my phone to my sister.

“Ya because happy.” I went back to looking at the cell phone. The face of Kuara that I stole from her phone at that time. Smile,, duh.

The slurtt!

I was shocked when suddenly my phone flew and slipped out of my hand.

“Restore.” I told Maiga who was holding my phone up high. While my back is still stuck on the sofa. I woke up to snatch my phone.

“This is Mas Awan's new girlfriend?” Maiga took a serious look at the photos on my phone.

“Restore, Mai.”

“Cantics.”

“Mai..” I warned back.

“What's his name? His face was familiar. Have I met him?”

I'm already impatient. Even my brother did not heed my warning. So I forced my body to get up and get my phone back. After getting it, I immediately secured it into my pocket.

“What is this?” My mother's voice surprised us.

“Ma, Mas Awan already has a new lover.” And Maiga complained. But mama just shut up and took a seat on the sofa.

I smile. My mom knew this first.

“What is this? Mama already know?” Maiga seemed to be in disbelief and looked intently at me. “What's his name, Mas? School where? How long have you been dating?”

Very lazy to respond to Maiga's chatter. So I got up and went to my room. But when I got to the end of the stairs, I passed by papa.

“Where are you?” Ask papa.

“Ke room, Pa. Play games.”

“So no activity, right? Come accompany Papa to lunch.”

I cringe. There's gotta be something until Dad takes me to lunch. Usually, will meet with important people and concern the company.

Because my mood was very good, I immediately agreed to papa's invitation.

“Woman change first, Pa.”

We were escorted by Mas Yusman to a five-star hotel in the Malioboro area. Actually I want to drive myself, but papa won't let me.

A hotel manager immediately greeted us. He led us to a private room. There, there was already a middle-aged man and a beautiful girl sitting beside him.

“Oh, Mr. Daniyal. Welcome to.” Greet the man.

“Sorry new come Pak Kuncoro.”

“It's okay. Please sit.”

I'm taking a seat next to papa. In front of the beautiful girl. Either it's just my feeling, or the girl is smiling seductively at me. I don't give a shit.

“So this is Mr Daniyal's son?” Mr. Kuncoro spoke to me.

“iya, Sir. Familiarize. Name's Awan.”

I also nodded politely. The basic thing my parents taught me was, be polite to older people. Even if I don't know or like them.

“Awan, Mr. Kuncoro is the owner of the Vane Gallery. Gallery in collaboration with Halim Cultural Foundation. And this is his daughter.” Papa explained to me.

“Dila.” The girl reached out to me. As a courtesy, I welcomed him.

“This son of Mr. Daniyal, already exudes the aura of a future leader. Looks like Halim Abhimanyu Cultural Foundation will be even more brilliant in his hands.”

That compliment, like so many other compliments I've always heard. This Mr. Kuncoro, is trying to grab my attention. The goal is very clear. Moreover, she took her daughter along in a meeting that actually had nothing to do with me or Dila.

“Wahhh. Still this young is wise. Mr. Daniyal is very lucky. Hahahahaha.”

Gosh darn. Laughing, totally discordant.

“Nak Clouds, can you please have a chat outside? Your dad and I want something discussed. Job problems.” Said Mr. Kuncoro again.

A very old way to get me closer to Dila. But it's okay. My mood is good.

I got up from my seat and walked out. Dila followed me in the back.

“We'll just sit there. How?” I pointed to an empty chair inside the restaurant.

“Bby.”

We sat facing each other. I deliberately watched Dila from head to toe. I like to make it wrong. I'm not interested in him at all.

I ordered a cup of black coffee when a waiter came. Dila ordered an Americano. His style is like the upper class. Very amused to see it.

Especially the way he sits. It was as if he wanted to show that he was in a high social stratum. I don't know what he's proud of his status.

Not like my heart, Kuara. Although he comes from a distinguished family, but his attitude is ordinary, does not highlight the majesty of the strata that he has. That is, the more interesting it is to fight.

I smiled as Dila looked blighted because of my vision. He must have thought I was enjoying his beauty. Especially when she tucked her hair behind her ear. A diamond earring appears to decorate his ears.

Dila is beautiful. I admit it. But still lose pretty with my Quarry.

“You're still in school? What class?”

“Class 2 SMA.”

Oh, he's still my underclassman.

“Mas Clouds are handsome. Especially if you look closely like this.”

“You are also beautiful, Dila.”

As a result, the girl smiled even more. He blushed from my true half-hearted praise. Haha.

“May I know you better, Mas Awan?”

Somehow, I am am amused to hear him call me ‘Mas’. Just to honor him. Once I said, just in his honor, I nodded my head.

I understood the consequences when I nodded my head. That girl would have wished me more. I'm not a big head. It's just that's something I've been through many times. So I understood the situation.

“Then, may I ask for your mobile number?”

“How yes... I didn't just give someone my phone number.” I think I should set a limit on him.

“Again, we have nothing to discuss. So I guess there is no need to exchange mobile numbers.” Say again. Because it seems like Dila still doesn't understand my rejection.

“But Papaku is working with Papamu, Mas.”

“Yang cooperated it they. What does this have to do with us? Are you going to discuss your Papa's work with me?”

Dila. He looked at me. Maybe he thinks I'm an easy guy to approach. Butno. I always set limits on girls outside of my family. Right now, Kuara is the only girl I allow to touch me. Even Elya, I've resolved it because our relationship is over.

“Mas Greedy Cloud.”

“What do you expect from our relationship, Dila?”

“Ya, we can be friends.”

“Atau dating..” I cut the sentence. Dila was surprised by my guess.

“Mas Cloud how does that speak?”

“You should know this, I have never been in a relationship with the son of my papa business partner. Never does. Because you don't want to make a relationship in a business circle. I'm still in school and I still want to have fun with my life. Things like the ones you have in mind right now, are still far from my shadow. So don't expect more.”