Marrying My Brother's Fiancee
EPISODE 203 I REMEMBER YOU
Diah collected all his memories, but not as great as he remembered having met this handsome man in the last ten years of his life.
His life just revolves and boils down to Bram alone, even around him nothing matters to him.
"I'm not interesting enough to remember, but you're the hardest person to forget..."
Diah gasped at what Doddy said. He could not take his eyes off the man sitting next to him.
"I was your friend in class during student orientation. I once sat next to you at a student bazaar, because we're one group. I was the one who used to see you crying behind the library bookshelf." Said Doddy later, disperse the confusion from Diah's eyes.
Instantly, all the memories of the past were leaping like tangled cassette tapes. Diah is hard-earned to remember the figure of Doddy by trying to scavenge the past. Then that pinch of memory was anchored to a quiet teenager who had never even caught his attention.
"I was in the same school as you. But I remember you well." Doddy said with a small laugh, seeing Diah seemed to have found one piece of the puzzle that was missing from their story.
Diah's memory was directed at an innocent and geeky young man, he didn't say much, but he was very attentive to Diah. His appearance is always neat with his thin body, he is very good at mathematics. They were one class in fact, even though only one semester was short.
Unfortunately, Diah has already fallen in love with Bram, her popular and handsome upperclassman from the first time she sees him. There's nothing more important and interesting than Bram.
"You...Fajri?" Diah's lips trembled calling it.
Doddy pulled the corner of his lips, his smile floating seeing how hard Diah was trying to remember his existence from a glimpse of the past of women who had always been in his tribe since then.
"I used to love being called Fajri." Doddy laughed.
"Why did when I moved to Jakarta everyone prefer to call my first name, Doddy. But my nickname at home is still Fajri, my mama still likes to call me Fajri." Seloroh Doddy's.
Diah was still stunned in disbelief, Fajri was not this handsome, he was very geeky and innocent. Not much to say in his cleverness. He and Fajri, the teenager, are always juxtaposed as class icons because of their cleverness.
"Then..." Doddy glared, smiling faintly.
"There's a smartest and prettiest girl in my class, who I can never beat when I argue English, I'm upset about not playing with this short-haired girl. One night I learned to beat him up and.and." Doddy chuckled, sounding crisp as if he was ashamed of himself.
"But, when Mr. Waluyo entered the classroom, giving me the opportunity to argue with him, everything I wanted to say was lost evaporating somewhere. Lessons that kept me from sleeping one night, none of them stuck in my brain. That's a shame."
Doddy laughed behind the steering wheel, like a man playing with his memories, laughing at his stupidity.
Diah now looks like a movie playing in her brain.
On a Doddy he knew as Fajri.
Yes, he now remembers it vividly, ten years ago Doddy was a boy who loved spending time in the school library, with a tall thin body and bangs that closed up to his eyebrows.
When talking to Diahpun he will bow his head.
Diah doesn't even have a place to remember the boy. For him, a normal classmate who likes to be smart.
"I.I remember you." Said Diah lirih.
Doddy turned his head for a moment to Diah, throwing his smile with a relieved look.
Since first meeting at a meeting arranged by Sarah a few days earlier at the Rudiath-Wijaya Group office, Doddy has known Diah since first sight.
Although Diah's appearance was more mature and much different, Doddy could not forget the bright shining eyes and sweet squinting when he smiled. Although those eyes now look dim but Doddy knows he remains the Diah Pitaloka he used to know.
Diah, she's smart in all the lessons, she's mastered almost everything.
Doddy, never got the girl's attention. He was always busy admiring their upperclassman, Bram, a handsome student and was in the most popular ranks in their school.
Everything about Diah was known to Doddy from his birth date to his favorite food at the school cafeteria. Even she knows, Diah likes to collect romantic novels.
How painful it really is, for years Doddy tried to move on from Diah after he moved school, had tried to establish a relationship with other women twice in third grade High School and college time, he said, but still as little as her own story that only she knows makes her realize she can never turn her back on her past.
He falls in love with Diah, though only one-sided.
Love is strange, even though he feels alone, but it is hard to forget.
It was so funny in this world, that it took him ten years to make Diah just remember his whereabouts in her life.
And, in those lost ten years, Diah was no longer the same woman. He couldn't reach it, like he was a very distant star.
No one can hold back time, no one can reverse destiny.
Diah is now the wife of another man, a man who may have been his love from that adolescence. Although she may know little about Diah's household in trouble, leading her to become Sarah's assistant, her childhood friend in the past, Doddy has no right to be there.
"Thank you for remembering me." Doddy smiled broadly.
Today, he delivered Diah, only to make the woman remember him a little, though she may not be able to have him.
All had been much different, their world now was not a simple world of teenagers anymore.
"You can call me Diah again..." Diah smiles at Doddy, just as the car is stopped in front of a large building, the Rudiath-Wijaya Group.
For a moment Doddy was glued to the front, his chest gently rustling but he knew it had to be on the edge all the way.
He quickly got down and was about to open the car door for Diah, at the same time Diah also opened the door from the inside.
Diah stands behind the car door and while Doddy is behind it.
For a few seconds they were stunned, like the world was suddenly stopped. Their faces were separated by only a few snores.
Doddy and Diah quickly wake up and throw each other a look, then try to behave normally.
Across the building from an open cafe table in the front corner, sat a man staring at the scene.
His chest was like a stone, looking at the woman he had been in pain for years coming out of a luxury car with a man.
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