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Prologues

The last shred of coffee, it tasted so sweet on the tip of my sense of flavoring. My hand slowly placed the fragile cup onto the dull wooden table that was untouched by the slightest color of paint.

The night wind that was getting cradled in the cheeks made me mungungungkan intention to take a bath.

Just like a few years ago, I was afraid of water. And I don't know until when it's gonna stick in my soul.

I laughed a little before breathing out.

Scratch of black coffee deposits left at the bottom of the cup. It's a pity that, without the coffee grounds, only sugar water is produced. Coffee powder that is the basis will be wasted when the connoisseur has spent all his pleasure.

Inadvertently my elbow nudged an object that was lying next to the white cup that I mentioned earlier. I looked down, and took the thing. I put it back on the table. But no longer beside the cup, but right in front of me.

I stared at that thing. A small spoon, silver in color, made of stainless. The spoon I just brought home from Hajatan. Still wrapped neatly in a clear plastic, and tied to a ribbon rope at the end of which there is a piece of paper bearing the name of the bride.

"Nova ..."

"What dear?" I asked while lifting a small body that was fun to pull the long skirt I was wearing.

"Phew."

The voice was from another direction, sourced from men who were not very handsome, and not as adorable as they used to be, but still always neat. And the most distinguishing thing was the ring on his right hand that was exactly like the ring on my ring finger.

"Change clothes first yuk same mother father," invite me to our 2-year-old son. My feet began to step out of the chair I was sitting on. My hand moved pulling my husband's hand.

We started dating at the third level of First High School, in semester one, until we got married in year nine.   

A few minutes ago we reached home from the wedding of someone very important in a past life, which was full of twists, puzzles, puzzles, until additional roles that should have been banned entered into the story of me and him.

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