The RoofTop Girl's

Your promise to fly with me...

Auroras

The atmosphere suddenly stiffened as Fatih's figure emerged from behind the door, she briefly looked over at a glance then it seemed like the man could control the atmosphere. Fatih smiled broadly walking over to him.

But not with him, as the nervousness mixed with shame struck, he took a step back to seek refuge behind Abi's towering tall body. He took a deep breath.What did you do Rora??

"Hey...Bro..?!" Abi immediately embraced the warm Fatih.

"Hey.. How are you?" it's getting better." Fatih's voice but had a quick glance at it.

"Can you both?" Fatih was obviously curious to see Abi with her.

"Ohh. met Rora time in the Boarding room flight delay time, and it turns out our destination is the same, I'm her pilot. Isn't it Ra?" Toleh Abi to him and immediately his gaze was struck in the sharp eyes of Fatih who was looking at him.

"Oh i-yes, yes."

Come on Rora, relax...

Look, Fatih is just mediocre to meet you, forget the last story. Assume it never happened. Let's forget it.

"Yes, I have waited for Roraa from yesterday." Mama Sonia immediately hugged him tightly, taking him to another room followed by Mbak Ara who also seemed enthusiastic to meet him.

And he survived, breathing a sigh of relief because he could stay away from Fatih who is now busy chatting with Abi.

From where he sat, he could see a large photo plastered on the wall, a photo of Fatih wearing a pilot uniform, dashing and well handsome to the maximum, the same as before and will remain the same.

It is undeniable that men in uniform will look much more attractive in the eyes of women. Even her friend at the hospital who has a pilot husband once said that. Seeing her husband behind the pilot uniform made her turn on, she said. Hahaaaa is all.

"So there is no intention to go back to Jakarta Ra?" Tby mbak Ara to him to make his daydreams scatter.

"No intention yet, no thought."

"About time until you finally go home again. How many years has it been? Four?" Ma'am Ara bent her fingers, trying to find answers to the question that the sweet figure himself made.

Although he did not answer, in his heart he knew the answer. Five years is the right answer. Five years he managed to avoid Jakarta. But not always able to avoid it.

After helping this, and well for almost six hours there, he was still able to avoid Fatih. Success makes it so busy that it does not have time to say hello for long let alone chat.

His phone rang as he stacked the souvenirs into the basket. Abi...?!

"Yes?" He clamped the phone between his shoulder and ear.

"Would you like to go home yet?"

"You want to go home?" He asked back.

"Wait for you."

"Yes, we're home." He stood up after finishing his work. Actually there is still a lot to do, but if he does not go home with Abi at this time, automatically Sonia's mom will tell Fatih to take him home, and it is not something he wants.

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Abi told him a lot about his job. It turned out that the man had a hobby of photographing the sky, sky wanderer, a term that Abi himself made.

"The sky is great. It's late at dusk, isn't it?"

Abi nodded, shuffling his hair. While he did not realize that a foreign man's hand had touched his hair, no one had done that but papa.

But his gaze was still glued to the screen of the phone showing video of the afternoon sky as the plane Abi was carrying crossed the clouds.

"This video was taken during a flight from Jakarta to Bali, a few minutes before entering Bali."

"Seeing from the side is great. Especially from the front like this?"

"Especially when viewed directly. Unlimited frames per second."

He raised his face, and only realized that the distance was already so close to Abi. The next second Abi's hand had already touched her cheek, making her hold her breath for a moment.

"You should see this." Abi opens another video stored in the mobile phone gallery. The video shows lightning striking, even stuck to the plane's glass. " It's called St. Elmo's Fire. Amazing, isn't it?"

"You love your job, right?"

Abi nodded. From the age of five, being a pilot was my dream.

And Abi's statement reminded him of Fatih. The man who always drew the plane from the bench on Kindergarten.

When I really become a pilot, you want to fly with me, we together see the clouds from the cockpit? That was what Fatih said when we stepped on Junior High, precisely second grade Junior High, and he enthusiastically nodded.

And of course the man owed him a promise until now, making him smile bitterly because that promise would never come true.

"And than, tell me about your job?" Abi broke his daydream.

"My work? I'm a doctor."

"Nothing is interesting, taking care of patients every day."He puts his shoulders.

"When I first saw you, I thought you were a model." Abi chuckles.

"Models?"

"Hmmm.more like a model than a doctor, sexy value 85."

"And my judgment may change at any time."

"Ishhhhhhh..."He turned his eyes to hear Abi's words.

"Well, up 87 if it's like that hahaa."

"What?!" He hit the man's arm hard.

To be continue

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