When Love Comes Again

Denpasar City

It was late in the afternoon and the sun was still warm illuminating the city of Denpasar. Dicky's leisurely footsteps walk through the streets of Denpasar City. This afternoon he can relax a little after an important meeting with the client this morning. The short-handed shirts are sky blue and black jeans are in tune with his black Cibaduyut leather sandals. And his sunglasses make him even more dazzling. His sturdy body and athletic, clean skin makes him a target of girls since Junior High. His eyes were sharp but had the impression of being gentle and gentle yet firm. It deserves credit as a successful young CEO in business. At the age of 27 years old, of course, it deserves a thumbs up. He runs a business in one of his Papa companies in the Capital. The leading import export company in the country.

Her footsteps stopped at a famous district in Denpasar. Long enough he chose a line of shirts branded distro. Until the end he chose one sullied shirt with the famous distro logo on his right chest. After paying, he intended to leave the store.

Drr ... drr .... Shake the phone on her.

"Hello," he said to someone at the phone test. So cool to speak he did not notice his steps. And .... Brukkka ... Someone collided with him and fell. Dicky was trying to help the young girl.

"Are you okay?" tanyanya while handing over the girl's paper bag.

The hijab-wearing young girl nodded as she returned her smile, then hurried to leave Dicky, who was looking at her, and disappeared into the crowd of the highway.

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The sun is starting to set. After stopping by a cafe for dinner Dicky returned to the hotel room. Warm water pouring from the shower also makes his body return fresh. While rubbing his hair that was still wet with a small towel he sat on the edge of the mattress, intending to open the package of clothes he bought earlier. And how surprised he saw the contents of the paper bag.

A small notebook, ballpoint pen and shirt pack of the famous distro. But those aren't his things. Not the clothes I bought last night.

"Belgium .... What the fuck," he grumbled.

How do I change this stuff back. I don't know who or where the girl is. Dicky grinned annoyedly at the carelessness he was doing earlier.

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And it's true. Arriving there he saw a girl in pink fanta shirt and a skirt made of black cavin jeans standing in front of the store. Either by chance or Dicky's lucky this day. Her face was beautiful, tiny and still young. Maybe still in school, Dicky thought. Every now and then the girl's hands look at the clock on her cell phone.

Without orders Dicky immediately approached the girl.

"Hi," she said.

The girl looked. He watched closely the man who greeted him. Pretty handsome. His black suit and shiny black shoes made him very dashing and dignified.

"Sorry," said the girl, handing over the paper bag she was carrying. After exchanging paper bags, the girl nodded her permissive sign about to leave, but Dicky prevented her.

"Can we get acquainted?"

"My name is Dicky" and reached out to the girl. Little hands and soft hands shook Dicky's hands, they looked at each other and smiled.

"Achel, Adellia."

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