What I'm Going to be without You

Not a Regular Saturday

As the day progresses, Meira and her friends plan to return home soon. Dika who had just become acquainted with Sesil actually invited to go home together, but the intention was canceled because Sesil said he wanted to go home with his friends. They returned home using Alya, a Mazada 323 car bought by his bokapnya as a gift when riding in class 2 SMA. The car was enough to accommodate the four of them. Alya drove them one by one to each other's homes. As a child born to a rich man Alya never boasted of his wealth, some who saw him might be envious. In addition to being born from a rich family, Alya is also a smart student

at school, this is not because of luck, Alya is required by her family to be an outstanding student because because she will take care of one of her parents' companies.

Along the way they jokingly sang to each other following the song on the car radio. Maybe if they lived together they could talk all day talking about all kinds of things.

Alya dropped Meira right in front of her house, they waved each other and then passed. Meira stared at the back of Alya's car which was getting away. Meira feels very lucky to have a friend like them.

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Today is Saturday, yes Saturday, then what is wrong with Saturday. It's not because of his Sabbath but today is the day Keynan and Bella go to the movies.

Even though they are currently just friends. Bella was so happy to be close to Keynan, something was strange

at Bella's feelings like there was something else in her heart, even though it was just called Keynan's name, she became so curious when there was a name Keynan called. And today he went to watch with her, it's nice not to play.

He opened the wardrobe in his room, selected which clothes are suitable for him, ah this does not fit his murmur, then thrown it on the mattress, he took another shirt he paired on

in front of her body, holding out in front of her long glass turning right to left, ah this is also not suitable, she began to feel frustrated, Bella threw herself on the mattress, she said, now he was lying on a bed staring at the plain ceiling of his room.

“Why is Bella like this? It's not a date, it's just an ordinary watch”, Bella talked to herself in her room, she

convince him that this is nothing.

Finally Bella got up from her bed to pick up a white t-shirt in her closet, she put it together

with jeans cut bray. He put his shirt in his pants to make it look neater.

“Hmmm, OK also”, he murmured in front of the glass.

looks dull. He sprayed the perfume on the neck, on the arm and then he sprayed the perfume into the air. Fragrant thought.

Keynan wears jeans combined with a blue dongker shirt and a brown belt. Keynan accidentally put his shirt in his pants so he could show his cool belt.

Keynan picked up Bella at home on his favorite motorcycle. Keynan greeted Bella's father,

they sit on the porch talking about men, Bella's father laughs, I don't know what's being said, maybe something funny. His father's laughter reached the house.

Bella's mother approached Bella to the room, knocking on the door that had been locked from the inside so that Bella could give it up without anyone disturbing.

“Bel, someone has picked up in front of”, his mother said.

Bella who from earlier smiles in front of the glass immediately smoothed her hair again, smelled the scent of her body was worried still less fragrant, already Ok thought in his heart, Bella rushed to be grabbed by the side model cloth bag that had been prepared on the mattress. Bella went out with her mother to the terrace to Keynan who was busy chatting.

“Yuk”, says Bella.

Keynan nodded and asked permission from his mother and father Bella, Keynan kissed the hands of his parents Bella, as well as Bella.

“Keynan go first yes om, aunt”

“Titip Bella yes, son Keynan”, said his mother.

“Be careful on the road, don't speed with her motor”, Bella's father gave a message to Keynan.

“Each om, aunt, we say yes” first

Bella leaves her home with Keynan. Along Bella looked at the trees moving away from her enjoying the wind that kept hitting her face moving the tip of her hair that was not covered by a helmet. Occasionally he turned his gaze forward to see the crowded streets and passing vehicles.