Husband For Keara
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🌹 Bali

The reddish sun makes a girl have to squint her eyes. For the sake of being able to enjoy the shade of the golden-colored dim light.

The girl was standing on the balcony. He lifted his face up and closed his eyes. Enjoying a gust of wind gently sweeps the skin of his body and face. The warmth of the sun that began to bow on the horizon also reconciled his feelings.

That girl Keara. Enjoy the twilight that always reminds him of one name. A figure who often looks at him with a shade of twilight.

Her meeting at the funeral of her future husband at dusk. When Keara's heart was broken. After delivering the body of the idol in the final resting place. The figure of this man patiently and selflessly, spread an umbrella over his head and indifferent to his own thirst which was drenched in rain.

When the second meeting was at the same place. The twilight sky also overshadowed both of them and became the beginning of their closeness. Although it happened with a sneaky trick to smear the motorcycle tire Keara. But to be a good start the breakdown of a misunderstanding. That man as cold as the iceberg known to Keara, actually has a heart that is so warm.

All the memories after memories swirled back in his mind. Making the figure of the shady man remembered, the more stifling the chest.

When it feels like dusk has rolled into the evening. The sunlight that was reddish now almost no longer emits its color. The cold air that pierced his skin was no longer as friendly as before.

Plus his stomach that began to rumble has issued an alarm sound asking to be filled. He remembered, if only once, this morning breakfast before leaving for the airport to Bali. Make him walk in closer to the bed.

The girl unpacked her luggage. He took the bread he had brought from home. Then return to the balcony while eating a torn bread and a box of chocolate milk. Presumably a balcony with a view of the open sea is enough as a relief fatigue.

The sound of the front door opening made this girl turn her head. With a framing curiosity, he wanted to ascertain who had come and had just closed the door. Because the hotel room is very large, making him have to be patient waiting for the 'guest' to appear.

He is Ocha, his best friend who knows when he was outside the room. Now he returned to the room with two large plastic bags full of food and drinks. There was a big pizza box there. Sontak makes saliva production turbulent.

"K, we eat yukk.. Laper here.." Ocha put the bags on the table. Then open the pizza box that instantly makes a delicious aroma filled the room, inviting appetite.

Keara who was still on the balcony immediately went inside. Approaching the source of the aroma that invites his hunger is increasingly becoming so. Just leave the torn bread that was a bulge of his stomach. It was as if finding a more perfect moor for his hungry stomach.

"You bought this much food?" tanyanya. Not only pizza, various brands of snacks, biscuits, wafers also drink mineral water to drinks of various flavors.

"Yeah.. Abis I saw you sleeping on the balcony.. Where's my belly laper. Yes, I went out of my own room.. Nyari...."

Keara picked up a slice of pizza then sat comfortably on the sofa. He didn't even realize he had fallen asleep. Maybe the effects of fatigue during his trip earlier.

"This abbis we take a walk yuk... Time already in Bali we are just diem-dieman aja in the hotel room..? Took his room to his abis.."

Keara gave her thumbs up sign in agreement. His mouth was full of pizza. Satisfying his starving stomach.

"Where can the streets go malem-malem gini?" ask Keara later. Confused also turns out if you go on a vacation with minimal reference.

"How about club?"

"NO!!" ketus Keara's.

Make Ocha laugh. He forgot his best friend was still a piece of cotton. Not yet known the world as glittering as him. Even though he was also new to the world.. Because of the influence of office friends, and often go crowded on Saturdays or weeks.

"okay.. Okay.. Then we walk around the hotel. There are a lot of shopping malls out there. Tomorrow morning we play on the beach near our hotel.." proposed Ocha this time got full approval from Keara.

"What are you doing again? Very royal.. I don't need any money." said Keara.

"Hehe.. I'm just giving back. When you have come out a lot of money to rent this hotel, I feel good to sleep hitchhiking.."

"Goddessa.Mrs Risjad to be, money from young master Harris is still abundant.. Don't worry about it.."

"Heh, ngawur! It's not my money, Cha..."

"Ah elaah. Even if you fight again, trust me. He won't ask for his money back."

"Mending for hepi-hepi ajaaa..."

Ocha chuckling. Keara could only shake his head.

Are you imagining the fate of having to work how many years if until the mas Harris ask for a change of money that has been used in this temple in Bali...? Huuhh !!

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The next day, Keara and Ocha enjoy their vacation by playing on the beach. Run to the waves of the sea without fear. Rolling on the beach sand that gently touches the skin. Laughter loosened for a moment the heavy burden of the faithful shriveled over the past few days.

Keara with floral dress blue color and long hair decomposed to make her look fresh. Clean skin groomed with natural makeup adds to its beauty like a cheerful little fairy.

There was no more pain from the smile and laughter of this girl. It was as if he had left it in his bedroom. Today he wants to forget for a moment the longing is on his man. Trying to forget, more precisely. Because in fact the man, regardless of where he is now, seems to be trying to forget Keara as well.

Evidently, there is no more chat and phone in trying to find Keara's whereabouts. All is calm and quiet. Like nothing ever happened. Like there was never anything. The song of longing seemed to be obliterated.

"Lets have fun, K...!!" pekik Ocha in the middle of the hustle and bustle of Bali's seminyak beach tourist sites. Beach visitors have not receded even though the afternoon has moved closer to the afternoon.

"Back yok Cha.. My skin is broken "take Keara.

After trying to look good enough, he still felt tired. The twilight always reminded him of that sad man. The man who always looked at him with love. The man who lately always managed to give a warm beating in his heart.

In fact, no matter how far he went, his heart was still in the same place. Reluctant to move from the figure that some time ago comforting. The figure that is possible at this time is still and is being injured for sharpness he said. For the absence of himself when the figure may need his presence.

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Where's Harris..? waiting also does not appear.. Kangen niiihh 😌😌

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