Love Triangle
The Past of Alan

The Flashback

4 Years ago.

On a famous campus in Jakarta, a girl with glasses, hair on a horse tie. His view can not be separated from the book, he is like a nerd he is smart also achievers. The girl is named Adisty Alfiyona, she only has one friend on this campus named Dara.

Disty comes from a simple family, her mother is just a housewife. He has one brother. His father was just a teacher. He was also able to attend the University because he received a scholarship.

So because of the mediocre economic situation of the family he also went to college while working at a cake shop, fortunately the owner of the cake shop had his mother Dara. So he can work outside of college. If he gets the morning lecture hours then during the day he works, and vice versa, sometimes also he has to overtime when the store rame.

From a distance a group of boys can be seen looking at Disty as well as Dara .

" Alan, you see that girl in glasses," asked Andra, pointing to where Disty was.

"yes, why..?" ask Alan back.

"Like life he just adrift with books and courses, cih there is still a girl like that" said Andra

"You talk like that because you were heartbroken to ever reject him instead.haha" said Caka while laughing mocked Andra .

"What a record, an Andra can be rejected by an ordinary girl.. How's the story, bro." said Alan, patting Andra on the shoulder.

"Whispering... He's a freak. I don't know that a lot of girls are interested in me, but only he himself seems indifferent to me. How about we just bet Lan.." said Andra suddenly flashed a silly idea.

"No. I don't like to place bets." Alan said quickly.

"You're so cool, I even told you what ball was the bet.."sinist Andra

"What is...?" ask Alan finally

"I want to challenge you Lan. If within 3 months you can take the glasses girl's heart you win, then after that you have to decide on the girl like your previous girlfriends. You can ask me anything including my latest sports car. How about...?" said Andra

"You're crazy, I don't want him to be nothing to do. I'm a playboy but I don't want to play dirty, after all he's not my type. You know there are many other beautiful girls. Why should she...?" sahut Alan tried to reject the bet from Andra.

While Cakra only he saw the interaction of two friends.

"Ah suck.. You are cemen . Just tell me you're scared of rejection. Your charm is meaningless.." Andra said trying to provoke Alan's anger. Feeling insults about him, making Alan crack his teeth.

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After returning from campus as usual Disty drove his motorcycle to the cake shop where he worked, along the way he smiled cheerfully. Unknowingly someone followed behind him in a luxury car, the car belonged to Alan he would execute his plan. After arriving at the cake shop, Disty immediately rushed into the changing room to change her clothes with work stellies. Then he went out to serve customers who were about to buy cakes.

"Miss I want this cake." said Alan to Disty who is currently tidying up the cakes a little messy .

"Ah ya bentar." said Disty . He then served Alan.

"Your name is Disty yes, "ask Alan base stale see name tage in clothes Disty .

"yes sir." replied Disty

"You went to University X. Oh yeah meet me Alan, I went to college there too. I know you're a smart, smart girl who always achieves. You must be a stranger to my name." said Alan while introducing himself.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir. No stranger, who doesn't know your name. Especially for the girls of course many are crazy about you considering the rumors you are a playboy." said Disty to the point.

the playboy's greeting glek just made Alan swallow his saliva in shock.

"Ah it's just gossip, I don't even have a boyfriend . Just call Alan a little awkward when called master impression I'm old" he said

"but.."sahut Disty.

"not wearing but.. I hope we can start making friends. I have to go home happy to meet you Disty" said Alan passed away.

After Alan's departure, Disty returned to work. Sometimes he remembers Alan's face, indeed he was handsome who did not like a man like him. But he was quite self-aware of who he was. To be friends still feels awkward.

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Seriate...