Trapped in Love with the Idol

89. A Purpose

The sky of Jakarta has been shrouded in twilight as the travel car that drove Balqis and her friends arrived in the capital.

Bang Zul Po's eldest brother who has long wandered in Jakarta is seen waiting for the arrival of his brother at a coffee shop near his contract.

Coffee stalls that also belong to the people of Lake is indeed a hangout place Bang Zul for many years of life there.

"Dude."

Po looks sumringah saw Bang Zul who was so car travel stopped in front of the shaving place near the warkop.

Bang Zul rushed over, as did two other young men who were young people around who had been hanging out with Bang Zul and were indeed quite close to Bang Zul all this time.

Bang Zul and the two young men who were with Bang Zul, helped carry Po's bag and suitcase and his friends.

"Bang Zul's contract first, right?"

Ask Po to his brother.

"Yes, tomorrow morning I'll take you to your rented house."

Bang Zul.

"Asiiik, laper Bang because of it."

Said Po.

"Jiaaaah. whereas it was a stock of fried chicken made by Aqis alone he ate three."

Said Eti.

"Weeek."

Po looks up and catches up to Eti.

"Let's go, Po's gonna get spoiled again."

Said Dinda.

"Siti Badriah dong."

Sahut Eti, make everything so chuckle because Po even sang a hitz song Siti Badriah.

They walked down the narrow street like a small alley, there were about a hundred and fifty meters of the highway where they had descended.

The roads are only cemented but some parts have already begun to break down.

Balqis seemed to circulate a look around the road they were walking. There are rows of rented rooms, there is a small field, there are board stalls that are also small in size.

It looks like Jakarta is not only about high-rise buildings or skyscrapers, luxury homes, cool cafes, or large malls and five-star hotels.

It turns out that Jakarta also has the same side as in the village.

Small houses, small stalls and especially people who go back and forth only wear clothes to sleep while carrying children.

Until finally, after quite a good walk, they arrived also in front of Bang Zul's contract.

Bang Zul's rented location is a bit in the corner, so it's kind of a dead end alley.

Bang Zul gave cigarette money to two young men who had helped Bang Zul bring bags and suitcases po and his friends, of course after Bang Zul also introduced them.

Bang Zul opened his contract door and sent Po, Balqis, Dinda and Eti in.

Bang Zul Contract is like an ordinary room, which is sealed into three rooms with one bathroom inside and also a small kitchen.

"You want to make tea, coffee or energy make your own, Bang Zul buy food first."

Bang Zul said that he took the jacket from the hanger behind the door and also the key to his motorbike on the TV.

"What do you want to eat? Rice Padang or is it up to Bang Zul?"

Ask Bang Zul.

"I want rice padang lauk rendang."

Eti said without embarrassment.

My best friend's brother is my brother, that's the principle.

"You're Qis, Nda?"

Bang Zul asked Dinda and Balqis.

"Aqis Mah is up to Bang Zul."

Balqis.

"So too."

Said Dinda.

"Yaaaaah, my address is different."

Eti said while lying down.

"I want grilled rib rice."

Said Po.

"Well, I want that too."

Eti labile.

"Jiaaaaah..."

Po hits Eti with a circle of tissue.

"Yes, rice ribs burn everything.".

Bang Zul.

Po rocking like a duck.

"Aqis makes tea here."

Balqis said to the kitchen.

"I'm gonna take a shower ah."

Said Dinda.

Po follows Balqis to the kitchen and Dinda to the bathroom, but returns to the front unpacking her bag first, forgetting to grab the toiletries and towels.

Eti himself playing hp while lying down.

Till...

"God..."

Eti surprised Dinda.

"What the hell is Eti, ngagetin."

Dinda slapped Eti's leg.

"Here's Nda."

Eti said while sitting down.

Dinda approached Eti and looked at Eti's phone screen.

"You still following him? He said no totefans."

Dinda looked at Eti suspiciously.

"It's been a long time since, and I've started looking at her account again."

Eti giggles.

Dinda sighed, watching Albar Harrys post the atmosphere of his campus.

It was not the campus that made Dinda sigh, but the writing that Albar wrote there.

[When I want to start learning to be better because I remember you]

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Flo sits in his cafe which is now crowded with visitors.

After Albar decided to withdraw from the entertainment world and return to Perth, Flo finally decided to make his own business.

Flo opened a cafe around West Jakarta, near the area of one of the large TV stations in Indonesia.

Some of his subscribers there are even TV people, fellow artist managers and also his own artists.

Flo is seen sitting while staring at the screen hp, reading Albar's writing makes him nervous because he knows who you are there for.

[Couldn't dare to go to Indonesia? When to hide]

Comment Flo.

Albar who was enjoying the twilight on the balcony of his room so commented Flo entered just reply with a smiling head emoticons.

One day I will definitely be back. Inner Albar.

Yes, one year, a long time if calculated from the day, and feels even longer when we try to forget something and someone but can not afford.

Albar sighed, staring at the dense color began to docked at the skyline of the city of Perth, the city that always accompanied him healed.

Albar then stood up from his seat, just as his phone rang and saw Beni's name on the screen.

Albar raised it, Beni is a friend from Indonesia who Albar knows through social networks. He recently got a scholarship and moved to Australia early last month.

Since moving Beni quite close to Albar, he also claimed to have been a follower of Albar since Albar was still an idol.

"I'm going back to Indonesia tomorrow, do you want to come? We can go together."

Beni's voice sounded across there, also the sound of many people talking, obviously he called Albar from the cafe or something like that.

"How many days is there?"

Ask Albar.

"Two or three days, maybe."

Albar speechless.

The feeling of wanting to return to Indonesia is actually very big in the heart of Albar, the longing for nature, the atmosphere, the taste of his cuisine, and...

Ah... He again realized how his attitude at that time that was like a loser running from trouble finally caused a big loss. And now...

Can Albar still come back to make hope again?

But... Balqis was too far away, he didn't even open a single gap for them to communicate, so... How should albar?

"Come on, you said you wanted to eat boiled noodles at the warkop."

Beni said.

Albar for the sake of hearing it became chuckling.

"Yes... All right, I'll come. I'll tell my brother first."

Albar finally broke up.

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