You, Me And Our Memories

Dear diary

"Let's go in" Diya said, letting Ivan into his boarding house when they got there.

Ivan did not answer. The handsome young man followed Diya from behind into his boarding house.

"Well, where do we start?" Ivan began to stretch all the muscles of his body as if he wanted to start the match in the boxing ring only and open his suit to freely move when cleaning all the goods of the girl of his dreams.

"Start what?" He asked a little puzzled to see Ivan opening his suit. A bit of negative thoughts started haunting him. Hugging her own body in fear of bad things happening to her.

"Start cleaning your stuff Diy" replied Ivan with a smile.

"Oh" Diya breathed a sigh of relief. Strange things didn't happen to her.

"Why open your suit?"

"For me to move Diya. It's not good that I'm cleaning up all this with my office clothes"

Diya just heard Ivan's words just now. In front of that man Diya was like a fool. Like losing his identity that used to be cold and not too open with any man.

But it was different from meeting Ivan. Lately he has become comfortable next to the man.

"We're cleaning up in Yuli's room. Let me clean up the stuff in your room" Ivan ordered.

"OK good, but let me take care of my personal clothes first" Diya said. Ivan nodded in permission.

"Already" said Diya turned to Yuli's room to clean up Yuli's belongings.

"I've folded my clothes stay put in the bag and cardboard again. My stuff is not too much. I've only been here a few days" Diya said, passing away Ivan in his room.

"Okay" Welcome Ivan.

Seen some clothes and also Diya's belongings lying sweet on the mattress. Ivan began to arrange one by one Diya's clothes and goods into bags and also cardboard.

When the middle fun to arrange accidentally small books in light blue fell on the slippage of goods neatly arranged on the mattress earlier.

Ivan scrunched his forehead feeling curious about the little book. Take it and look around whether Diya sees it or not. Slowly Ivan closed the room door and locked it so that Diya would not see Ivan reading his Diary.

Dier Diary

Seconds by seconds keep changing. Minutes, hours and days passed. Days, weeks, months and years I've been through without him. Two years after that, he left me in solitude. Well, I can say fine. I can say I'm strong. But not with this heart. So fragile, so devastated, so bitter. Moreover, he went on the news. Without any news. But I always believed and hoped that he would come back to me. And rekindle love as before.

Brother Ferdi, where are you? Whereareyou? How are you doing? What are you doing now? This self really misses you. Come back soon.fulfill the promise that was once said to me.

"Ferdi? Like I've heard that name" said Ivan muttered and turned back the little book in his hand. A small photo fell to the floor.