When Love Remains Blind

C# 3. Musing

There, in the same place every Saturday night. Mouth silenced, irregular heartbeat, a feeling of unease that had never been felt before, like many insects tickling the entire body from toe to toe.

Dika looks dead fleas without being able to do anything, can only pay attention from a distance as if something is holding him back to do something.

Suddenly the footsteps of someone broke up the commotion that was happening. All eyes were fixed on the one place that had now stood gallantly.

A handsome handsome man, his face as if imprinted perfectly, eyes that looked sharp yet beautifully sparkling, a sharp nose with a thin whisker underneath, a smile that was so dazzling, a, the sturdy jaw shape covered in thin feathers adds to the perfection of a 24-year-old man, pieces of black shirt sleeves in rolls with sky blue jeans look concise yet neat and pleasing to the eye.

"Wahh he's so handsome, the first time he came here was so lucky" said one of the restaurant's customer girls.

For those who do not know him must have played less far, who does not know him is the son of Eric Martutula, the mayor of the city center, a partner of Kaswarman's father Delina. His name is Roy Martutula or often called Roy.

The atmosphere of the restaurant that had just been quite crowded was not calm now almost silent, only one or two young female virgins who still occasionally muttered glorifying the figure of Roy. Understandably, young women are indeed rarely willing to show their behavior in public.

"Ahh it turns out to be him again, whatever his second this time" grumbled Delina.

Roy approached here and said with a smile of reverence "Whoa beautiful, why did you come here but not invite me?"

"Why should I take you and what is your business to come here?" tukas Delina.

"Your father left you to me so that I would take care of you, so I should always be by your side, right?"

"Guardered by you? I can take care of myself don't need you to bother too much, right?"

"Oh why so fierce.." Roy's smile teased "But I like it"

Delina has known Roy for a long time. At first Delina likes to be friends with him because he is a person who is quite good, but gradually often Delina as if feeling on the bridle and likes to be arranged. You know, young women who like to be treated like that.

"You're supposed to come with me to the charity tonight, didn't your father have a message?" Roy still kept a smile on his face.

"I'm not interested in such a boring event."

"Oh so you dare to oppose your father so?!"

"Is that your cleverness? like to force someone by selling their weaknesses!" it looked furious this time Delina.

Often Delina was forced to obey Roy's will, of course, this is because Delina's father trusted him very much. Delina often complained about Roy to her father and mother but they were only aware because Delina was young and loved freedom so her description was still considered reasonable.

"Then come on Dinda, I'm tired of going home!" With Dinda's hand.

This time Roy did nothing. He knew Delina's character so didn't want to go any further. Soon she also went to attend a charity night out by herself.

Not felt since earlier from a distance, there was a pair of sharp eyes as if to penetrate Roy's heart. The heat, cobbleness and anger in his heart made the feeling that had previously disappeared completely. There was a little courage, but only fearing the wrong way, but a little earlier Roy did something inappropriate, then as a man of course he would act.

Although the incident made him angry, but at least he was a little grateful because then the challenge from Delina did not need to be done.

But also regret, at least there was a little chance despite only being a hero of misfortune, but that was the opportunity to make him one step closer to revealing his identity as a mysterious violinist.

Not without reason, yes who will understand the mind of an art soul. For him it will feel silly and will not be interesting when it suddenly appears to reveal his identity so that the mess of his mind when the challenge given Delina felt as a threat. That is one of Dika's unique qualities.

. . .

The sun rises from Ufuk Timur, waving as if to say good morning to the residents of Djakarta City who are crowded noisy by the activity and density of vehicles.

"Hoammm... My body hurts all". at 06:17 Dika just woke up from her short sleep time.

How not short sleep because it was just dawn Dika came home. After Delina's return there seems to be nothing interesting in the restaurant. But Dika did not go home directly but took a walk first along the outskirts of Djakarta City. He was pondering some things that he was very hard to forget.

From his reflection looks a smiling expression, sometimes very tortured and sometimes as hollow. Shown the first time to come to Indonesia a lot of things passed, unexpected things, interesting things and things that are very regretful.

Since his return to Indonesia 3 years ago, Dika in his first year was busy with work activities at the Bread Factory in the city center. But because he did not want to waste his talent working in that place for too long, then exactly one year of work, he decided to resign.

Savings money collected he bought a violin deliberately ordered from the Netherlands. With the help of her best friend there, Dika was able to buy a violin that she currently always carries anywhere and anytime, except when she wants to go to the toilet or to the bathroom.

So the following days Dika decided to become a street busker in the city center and from here he could meet his needs while in Indonesia until now.

Dika really likes culinary even has a high enough taste of food, not infrequently he is often seen in several restaurants in the city center. Of course not every day because he had to set aside his money first and then be able to buy a number of foods that are quite merogoh kocek, understand all he visited is a famous restaurant in the city center.

Until one day he met one of his relatives from the Netherlands named Larry Karel, Larry was a graduate of one of the tataboga universities in the Netherlands. Larry is a chef at one of the famous restaurants in the city center.

The conversation between a person who likes to eat and likes to cook will certainly be very interesting and make enthusiasm for each other. That way they often meet on the sidelines of empty busyness, although not infrequently just plain chatting. Until one day Larry Karel no longer works at the downtown restaurant.