Aruna put on a lazy face.

Hendra came and held her shoulders. He was observing her with a smile.

"You are very beautiful...." Hendra greeted with sparkling eyes.

In fact, this blue-eyed man was creating the woman who once filled his heart perfectly.

Aruna was likened to the shadow of his beautiful and loving mother. It was his mother's image he caught as a child before heartbreaking tragedy befell both of them.

The sturdy body slowly embraced her, a longing man hug.

"Don't fight... Just this time. I need it, let me rest for a moment."

'Hmm... You smell good..'

'You know Aruna…'

'I don't regret choosing you…'

'Even if you have another man…'

'I will steal you…'

'My life is difficult…'

'But it's even more difficult if you're not exist ...'

'God is very fair isn't it??'

'He has your heart…'

'But I have your body…'

'Let's fight who lasts longer…'

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***

[Previous night]

"Hi..." The girl smiled happily patting the man's shoulder who had been waiting for her.

Even though his face couldn't be seen, it was clear that he was smiling broadly under the mask he was wearing from the corner of the narrowed eyes.

"Haha, look at me! I use a mask like you..."

"I suddenly became famous like you." Aruna threw a meaningful remark, and she put on a cute style that meant sad.

Yes, it was sarcasm about the current unpleasant state.

They have to hide from everyone just to enjoy the simple days. They no longer hid from Aruna's dreadful future husband or family, but from everyone that they didn't know at all.

"Hehe how… Is it exciting to be famous?" The eccentric young man greeted.

After his final tour, the melancholy songstress had three days to rest from all activities.

"Maybe it will be even more exciting... If we don't talk much and get on your Vespa!"

"Ah, I miss you... How are you, bro?" The girl hit Damar's antique Vespa seat as if she was greeting her old friend.

"I'm fine, Sis..." Damar replied while handing over the helmet to the reddish hue.

"There is a requirement to be a passenger on my Vespa..."

Aruna suspiciously looked at this young man.

"Hug the owner because he will be speeding... Hahaha."

"Not funny." Said Aruna.

"Aa... Aaaa….."

"Damar, this is so exciting." The girl screamed out her anxiety. After the incident that drained her heart and mind, she seemed to have changed a lot.

She was now being indifferent and trying to vent in such ways. It was far away from her personality, which tended to be friendly and careful in every action.

"You have to try...."

"Aruna hold on... You can fall!"

The girl stood up and opened her arms and let her hands and hair be blown away by the wind. Her loose hair jumped up and down to perfectly greet the street.

It seemed that the young man's goal had been perfectly realised. Yes, his goal was to stick sweet memories in the girl's mind who gave him one-sided love was very successful.

And now, the girl was always looking for him just to enjoy the comfort.

"Where are we going now?" The girl looked for other simple things, which now seemed very expensive.

The two of them sat back and forth on the antique Vespa. She was staring at the road that began to swing. For her, doing so didn't matter.

"Let's eat!" Said the Vespa owner's idea.

"Fried noodles, fried rice, meatballs... something on the side of the road." Aruna muttered softly.

"Seems interesting." Damar heard her murmur.

"I agree... Let's eat trash food!!" The girl came up with an idea with a strange sentence. It was too weird because Aruna said it.

"Hey, you said 'trash' just now??"

'I learned from someone.'

"Don't repeat it. It's strange to hear if you say it. My ears are uncomfortable hearing it." This eccentric young man was very familiar with Aruna's every habit and behaviour.

"Hehe, sorry."

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"It's been a long time... We're not here, Damar." The man nodded.

"Do you want to add eggs or not?" The man would order fried rice in a green cart parked on the roadside not far from the Magic Letter outlet.

Indeed, the Vespa circling wasn't clear today.

"Sure! I want a spicy sadist as usual."

They ordered a typical fried rice subscribed to by The Magic Letter friends when they have to work overtime at night.

"Nope... You need to reduce that bad habit!" A sullen face greeted Damar's words, but this girl didn't want to argue.

"You don't want to buy for your friends too? How unusual." Mr Rohman, the fried rice seller, asked.

"Huh? Do you recognise me??" Damar was surprised that he was wearing a mask.

"You are Damar and it's Ms Aruna, right? The accessories shop next door." This innocent old man casually spoke to them.

"Haha... I thought we wouldn't be recognised if we wore masks." Damar scratched the corner of his neck, which didn't even itch.

"Dating secretly from friends, huh?..." Mr Rohman spoke nonsense while busy with frying pans.

"Ah, so you know." Damar also replied with a nonsense thing.

"You rarely watch TV??"

"If I watch TV I will not sell this."

"Good Sir! You're great! I'll often buy your fried rice." This young man looked relieved.

The fried rice seller didn't know about his new life.

***

"Beep... Beep..."

WhatsApp messages greeted the owner.

*Mr Hendra, I got a report from my men.

'Ting.' Photo entered from Raka's message to Hendra.

*They go together again. (Raka)

*Just let them. Make sure your people are not visible. (Hendra)

*One more time, I'll take a break. No need to send any photos or reports tonight.

Hendra closed his eyes, mustering up the courage to just look at the photo on his smartphone.

His future wife was seen enjoying a meal with his rival on a roadside. He actually had seen this for real.

Somehow, it was more torturous this time.

Didn't they kiss this afternoon? Did Aruna have no feeling for him? Or at least impressed by his efforts to leave the flight to ensure her safety?

Hendra tightly held the phone containing Aruna's photo with the young man. The next moment, he rudely threw his phone.

"Brak." There was a loud sign that his phone had broken into several pieces.

The DM Group's CEO began to hold his head. There was a pain in his head. He was standing looking for consciousness.

"Surya, tell Diana's people to meet me, now!" The order came after Hendra made use of the hotel telephone facility.

"Oh yes, don't forget your task. Bring Aruna to me! I want to see her as early as possible. Make sure she dresses up to my taste!"

"Are you okay? Do I need to go to your room?"

***

"Damar, Have you heard that losing purpose in life is the most heartbreaking thing?" These two young people ended up on the roof of The Magic Letter outlet.

The outlet was empty. They went upstairs. It had been a long time since they used the rooftop to enjoy New Year's Eve with fireworks or obscure small parties.

The roof with a wide bale-bale (long and wide chair that can be used lying down) there. Damar put a blanket on Aruna's feet.

The night air began to feel. But this girl still didn't want to go home. She once again threw a deadly blank stare into the middle of nowhere.

"Of course, it's very scary." The man understood what the Magic Letter's founder meant.

"In the past, every time Lili forced us to make short, medium, and long term goals at the beginning of the new year. We always nagged her."

"But actually in my heart, I'm really looking forward to that moment. I really like to write down my dreams."

Damar just heard it, and he knew Aruna's restlessness wasn't to be answered only needed to be heard.

"Sometimes, I steal Lili's books. I like Zig Ziglar book the most, see you on the top of success, steps to the top, above all tops, Top achievements (4 books translated by Zig Zagler's Best Seller)"

"Haha... I turned out to read them all."

"But now, all that is useless, even I feel the savings that I put aside just a stupid behavior in vain."

Aruna, this girl didn't like going to the mall, shopping, or something like that. She always set aside money from her hard work in the Magic Letter, including additional income as a guest speaker from start-up friends to build and make her dreams come true.

She ensured her start-up continued to grow and develop, helping more mothers who take shelter under the LKS BISA program.

She had an even bigger dream, which was to make this a role model for young people her age in building businesses. Unfortunately, now everything was just a fantasy.

"Why do you rarely receive offers to become a speaker for start-up friends now?" Said Damar, breaking the ice.

The girl was silent for a long time.

"Hemm... I can no longer be a role model. I know they are starting a dilemma to invite me. 'Ofcourse, she is easy to succeed, she is the DM Group' heir's future wife.' I actually can bear to hear it. But I have my own moral burden."

"A person who achieves her dream from below, with a person who suddenly jumps to the top, that's very different."

"Other people will only see our background without knowing the hard work we have been through."

"It's a little painful for me to believe in my dream so desperately. But I suddenly got it in a different form. The way I don't want to."

Damar knew this girl was starting to cry. She was burrowing her face in the blanket.