UNINTENTIONALLY

Episode 40's

Ting... Nungs..... Ting..... Nungs....

The electric bells in Dinda's apartment were beeping repeatedly. Steve was standing at the door of Dinda's apartment, his sunglasses still stuck to his nose.

He glanced around the hallway of Dinda's apartment but found it empty.

"Why doesn't anyone respond to the sound of this electric bell?" Steve was a little surprised.

"Is it possible to break?" Guess so.

Steve lowered the black glasses stuck in his eyes to the base of his nose.

His eyes narrowed sharply at that plain white electric bell.

He wanted to make sure whether the bell was broken or not. Steve repeated his actions. He pushed back the electric bell of Dinda's apartment and hoped the owner would respond to the call.

Ting..... Nungs.... Ting..... Nungs.

Steve repeated it, but still the same? There was no response and Steve began to look around the hallway of the apartment hoping that someone could help him.

"Ah... Not even a single occupant came out of this place." Steve was starting to get upset.

"Could he be on a leisure vacation to the zoo?" Steve guessed back.

Once again Steve repeated his act of pressing the electric bell of Dinda's apartment repeatedly without pause.

The walls of the apartment are made of cement and are tightly sealed by bricks, if if the wall was made of glass maybe Steve's observant eyes would peek at it from the outside. Steve used to do this to make sure there were no occupants of the house.

The door of Dinda's apartment was not opened, but the door of the apartment next to Dinda's apartment was open.

Cletek....

The sound of the doorknob rang in the follow the handle turned. Someone is out of his place.

Steve saw. A large woman came out from behind the door. Well-dressed women, with their bodies filled with expensive items. Similar to European women, but more identical to the typical face of modern Javanese women. A kind of mother Kartini thought.

"Searching Dinda?" Ask this middle-aged woman briefly. This woman looks youthful, her appearance is modernity but slightly blended with the style of the eighties.

He held a bag in his hand, while around his neck hung a beautiful white pearl necklace. In front of the door, he asked himself busy putting up earrings that match his necklace. Pearl collector, Steve argued unilaterally.

It seems that he heard the noise of the electric bell of Dinda's apartment that he pressed earlier without pause, so that forced himself out of his nest especially he was a neighbor next door dinda..

Steve was rational and said a little, "yes" from his mouth. His face was flat, yet warm, not showing his daily introverted face.

"Oh.... So it looks." Shortened course. From behind his huge body came out a European man with his chin in a thick mustache. Tall with white gray hair stature, her eyes blue wearing casual clothes.

"What's honey?" The man asked to interrupt while closing the door of their apartment. He speaks his country.

From his accent and style of speech, Steve could tell that the man was a German man.

Steve raised one eyebrow in astonishment at the sight of the two people.

"Oh it's okay, baby. Just a stranger looking for Dinda." It is short and friendly.

Steve saw the two men's behavior was romantic but a little strange in his eyes.

The old woman was wearing an all-pink outfit with hair on a bun. Steve thought little that the woman wanted to take part in a parade or Halloween, but it was less scary if she wore the pink outfit.

They seem to want to go somewhere but don't know where? Not going to a Halloween party, because this month is still in the October zone but still stuck in early August. Steve doesn't care about their behavior.

"Let's go." It was her husband's last-sounding speech in Steve's ear.

The man was acting pretentiously romantic at his unhappily young age like a married couple who just happened to be newly married. The man held his wife's hand warmly, like a medieval European nobleman.

The non-Indonesian man gave his arm to his wife. The face of the old woman clearly looks very Indonesian. Steve can understand that she is a woman of Indonesian descent.

Steve looked at the behavior of both. Strange, but Steve was amazed because they were a compatible couple even at an advanced age.

"Beautiful, I want to say something to the handsome man" she said, turning to Steve.

Steve could hear his words floating in the wind.

"Son..... If you want to know where Dinda is now? Go to the bookstore across the street. Sundays like this usually work in a bookstore right across the street from this apartment," said the old woman kindly.

"Bookstore?" Steve repeated.

The woman nodded her mark confirming Steve's words. It was heavy for him to nod because his large head contained a roll of hair that clumped round in contrast to his wide body.

Steve thought for a moment to guess where the bookstore this woman was referring to.

His eyes shuddered glancing to and fro as if asking his brain to guess forcefully.

The old woman before going to see Steve who she thought seemed confused by what she said earlier.

"I mean, Dinda owns this apartment, if this Sunday looks after and teaches at the bookstore right across from this apartment. You can find a shop across the street in a flank by two apartment buildings. The shop is not far from here." The talk explains a little detail.

"Should I be your tour guide?" He offered himself.

Steve understood that. And he slightly thanked her for the information the woman gave him.

"Thank you for your help, madam. Then excuse me first." Steve said with a friendly flat face ahead of them. Can't stand it if you linger socializing with others.

Steve is not a sociopath, but he prefers to talk. If the thing he is talking about is not so important then he will close the conversation as briefly as possible.

His philosophy was, "Time is money, and money is a sword."

Yes, maybe this is in accordance with the characteristics of Steve who does not like pleasantries.

The man and woman standing in the hallway of the apartment smiled warmly and even got excited when he found Steve running with enthusiasm to meet his woman.

"Basically in youth. Full of love." The woman breathed a long sigh of relief that could help her.

"Do you want to reminisce when you see the child," the husband standing next to her teased.

The lady in pinky clothes gently hit her husband. Can't stand teasing. "Quite an old life with you, I feel happy."

Her husband shuddered with a smile, and they followed Steve out of the hallway of this quiet apartment.

****

In the apartment yard, more precisely in the apartment parking lot that displayed a lot of luxury cars like a car showroom, Steve stood between several cars of various colors. He intended to find the bookstore that the old woman had intended.

Seems confused for Steve to look for it, but because of his determination he does not care what is most important to find the place.

He followed the directions of the old woman and was still warm in his brain. "Just in front of the apartment building, across the street, there's the bookstore."

Steve remembered the woman's words. It was as if a detective had his eyes trying to walk down every side of the building across the street from the apartment he had just bought.

The tall buildings, that's all he saw. Two towering towers stand directly across the street. Where in the middle there is a building flanked by the building.

Steve saw it, and the only small building that was enclosed by two buildings. And on top of the store there is a signboard bookstore.

Steve was convinced that it was the shop the old woman was referring to.

Steve was excited to see it.

Delfy chocolate painted building and modern style. Unique and a little contemporary.

Steve who was on the other side of the road, enthusiastically approached the bookstore called by the old woman.

"Is this the bookstore the woman was referring to?" Steve asked himself.

As if not sure, he looked up at the nameplate hanging above the shop door.

Nameplates made of wood and carved with hand carvings full of detail in doing it. It was incredible that the artist was able to beautifully carve out that signboard. Maestro, Steve thought so.

From outside the store, Steve who looked up his head saw the signboard of the store, lowered his gaze on it and looked at the shop's face carefully.

Thick glass walls enveloped the shop, as well as writings and stickers adorned the shop's glass walls.

In front of the store displayed a variety of beautiful flowers and right nearby there are several round tables such as those in open-air cafes, commonly seen in New York City. Minimalist cafe but made with millennial concept.

The number of three tables and twelve chairs and wide berated stuck in the middle of the table. Rainbow, that is the color of the umbrella that expands the width.

Steve was a little nostalgic as if he was recalling his story while being a student in Europe.

His white and delicate hands were even fur-free, beginning to stretch out to attract the silver-colored shop Grendel.

Sure wasn't sure when Steve guessed this bookstore. But his heart said that this was the shop.

Steve ventured to put his entire body into a store whose interior is very beautiful and decorated as beautiful as possible.

For the first time his eyes looked and swept across the room, and paid no attention to anyone in it except all the books neatly arranged on special shelves.

Until when his ears get a warm and friendly greeting from the store owner he thinks is the owner.

"Welcome!" The speech first appeared when he entered the store.

Friendly and gentle, that's what Steve felt.

He gave a friendly smile as the shopkeeper greeted him.

And handsome and young, that's what Steve saw.

But, Steve, is aware of one thing. Conscious as he looked at the face of the shopkeeper he recognized.

"You!" Scream Steve in a low tone. Shocked and surprised Steve felt it when he realized it.

His eyes widened when he found the face of a child he knew.

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