Diana's offer gave rise and 'Wow' from the audience. Then, the seminar room began to get noisy with light discussion.

Being a part of Diana's doctor's clinic is an honor for psychiatry students.

"Because my age starts at 5, I am old enough to run to handle important events that patients experience from time to time. This patient is quite special to me. During my 25 years as a psychiatrist, he has given me a lot of valuable experience. I myself will select anyone who has an interest in joining." Diana stared at everyone with a defiant smile.

"Before I end this session, I need to emphasize the trivial things that many psychiatrists ignore. Wherever you have your career, as long as you are a psychiatrist and as long as your patient has not been confirmed dead, make sure your medical record documents and treatment history are always kept neatly and responsibly."

"It is because the disease we handle is not the same as doctors in general. As long as our patients still have memories and do not experience brain failure, during that time, our patients have a risk of relapse and then need us back."

"I hope you all understand my explanation. Thank you."

The applause again rumbled the whole room.

"Well, we allow you to ask!" A moderator offered a question and answered session to the audience.

Diana sat for a moment, sipping mineral water provided by the committee.

One by one, the participants scrambled to raise their hands, looking for opportunities to ask Diana questions directly.

***

'Aruna' Damar found the figure of his femme-fatale, walking in the accompaniment of a man who was determined to be her husband.

For Damar, the news was still a fictional fairy tale that could not possibly come true.

Sometimes, he still didn't realise that he would lose the woman who created a rosy hue around every corner in his own imagination of love.

But this time, it couldn't be denied.

The man missed his prediction. He thought his rival was still silent, even as reluctant to compete as when they first met.

Unfortunately, now what Damar found was the opposite.

The blue-eyed man was staring at Aruna's eyes.

His movement to open the door for Aruna was exquisite. He put his heart in his lover.

It's possible that the lousy girl didn't notice the different behavior, just like her condition.

Before breaking through the lowest point, which was the beginning of the courage to express love, Aruna didn't realise it at all.

Damar had to quickly find a way before Aruna realised it.

If necessary, he would take over and hide Aruna under the most unfamiliar skies.

If only he could do it.

But, this was the real world where reality was more bitter and torturous for his mind.

'It's okay, Damar... You only need two years to survive while preparing for the future after they really separated.' This young man confirmed his heart, declaring that he would not give up.

A man just needed to survive until the woman melted time by time.

Whoever the woman is, she always had the right to choose the best man among the men present in her life.

***

"You drive the car yourself?" After opening the car door for Aruna, Hendra moved to pull the seat belt and attach it to Aruna.

Aruna was shocked.

"They're busy. Sometimes I do things myself. Just driving the car is fine." Said Damar.

'I just stopped the press conference. They must be busy as a result of that sudden decision.'

The question Aruna just asked was one way of getting rid of nervousness.

"Why are you staring at me? What's wrong with me?"

Aruna found the man stealing glances at her several times, triggering an awkward feeling.

"Ah, nope." And then it was awkward again.

After a while immersed in individual thoughts, Hendra turned on the accompanying music for the ride.

Meanwhile, Aruna was getting busy with her phone.

"Yes, Damar? What's the matter?"

"Tonight? Can you?"

"Late afternoon is better unless your schedule is busy."

"Hahaha.. still. I'll beat you later..."

"Yes.. yes.. good."

"Yes... I can close it now."

Hendra heard Aruna's joy as she was calling someone.

He tried to listen carefully, hunting in the crevices of the music.

"You are very close to your boyfriend?" Hendra asked, a little offended.

"He's not my boyfriend. He's my best friend."

Aruna gave him a quick glance while being asked with an uncomfortable intonation.

"Tch, someone cuddled on the roof of the building and said it was a friend."

"What?? You're stalking that far??! Oh my god... You..." Aruna was very irritated.

The Wenceslas's heir knew no privacy boundaries.

"How about wrapping a beautiful woman in a coat and taking her into your car." Aruna didn't want to lose.

"Wait.. wait.. this is the car... if this car can testify."

"She is my friend. A friend since high school. We're just in the wrong place." Hendra gave an explanation.

"Ah.. right.. you even took her to your hotel." Aruna's words were greeted by a sharp, intimidating look.

"I ... I just read it in the media." Said Aruna.

"At least I'm not a stalker like you." Aruna Added.

"Huh .." Aruna sighed and blinked, feeling depressed.

'He is the perpetrator, but he is also outraged?'

"Most of the media is wrong. They are only looking for material to raise ratings and insights. What happened is not what they wrote. Including what is in your brain." The man grumbled with a firm intonation.

"Do you know what my brain is?" Aruna asked.

"You must think that I have a special relationship with her."

Hendra's answer was correct.

"So do you. You must think that I do have a special relationship with Damar, right?" Aruna replied.

Somehow there was confirmation between the two.

And that was how the next awkwardness began.

They were silent for a long time alongside the car's speed, which began to slow down, mingled in the crowd in Jakarta.

The scenery outside was crowded as the workers started pouring out.

This girl was a little stifling.

She was immersed in long daydreams, not wanting to move from the light back to stare at the car window.

She spontaneously moved her hands, tying her hair that fell scattered.

A moment later, someone's hand ran through Aruna's hair, gently pulled the ribbon wrapped around her hair ties.

"I like your hair down. You look prettier."

"I'm hot, Damar!"

The man beside him deliberately pressed the car horn so that the girl turned around.

"ahh!!" Aruna was wrong.