Watch Out for Falling in Love
Guest Surprise

The nearly hour-long journey to Ubud feels so fast for Diandra. Along the way, he enjoyed the view there. Both the inhabitants, the houses, the environment, and the atmosphere.

Until the car stopped at a very amazing rice field. Not far from there is a large patch of land that is slightly steep. His position is on that side of the rice field. It is suitable if a villa is built there.

The owner of the land is Mr. Aditya and his wife immediately got off the luxury car. The Imam immediately conversed with the two while his hands pointed towards the rice field.

"Ndra, come here! You record what needs Mr. Adit," cried Imam.

"Ready, Mas" replied Andra sprightly.

"And you, Jud," continued the priest.

Yuda approached him immediately.

"You took a lot of photos for the topographic data. Then we will measure also after," pinta Imam.

"Ready, Mas" said Yuda. He immediately took out a DSLR camera that hung around Andra's neck.

Everything seemed busy collecting data on the prospective villa's land. Until the sun does not feel it has moved to the west. They stopped the conversation and discussion.

"We continue to talk over dinner, yes!" proposed Mr. Aditya.

"May, Om," replied the Imam with a smile.

Eventually they all got back in the car and went to a restaurant for dinner in Denpasar.

Mr. Aditya again expressed his desire for the building of his village. Various ideas were recorded by Diandra. Even his wife occasionally makes suggestions. The priest tries to direct through sketches what becomes the confusion of the client when there is a desire that is difficult to explain verbally.

"The average client wants a lot" Andra chirped as soon as the dinner was over and they were back at the hotel.

"Nothing much it wants too, the important thing is to be able to pay it. Do not get a lot of want, but not strong capital. In fact, it was just nawar," replied Yuda who looked exhausted.

"Yes too. Do not want style, a lot of want, but instead sacrifice others. Sadistic nawar is unrealistic."

"Well that's right. The ride was Alphard, but it wanted cheap. Jiaaahhh .. not very cool," joked Yuda. Andra chuckles.

"Quiet down. God willing Om Aditya is not a rich man. He was rich from birth. He is very respectful of others and does not like sadistic nawar. And, he will pay commensurate for the fruits of one's hard work" the priest suddenly chanted.

"Wah dong's fun. Try all clients like that. I'm sure all architects will prosper" Andra said.

"Well, anyway. The reality that has been worked on the design even blurred a lot," said Yuda annoyed. Remembering his own experience. Andra patted her shoulder.

"If Mr. Aditya is royal, we have to make cool work, Mas. Let it be paid handsomely," proposes Andra enthusiastically.

"That's for sure" replied the Imam.

"Mas Imam, we rest first huh. Tomorrow morning we have to go home. Please if you still want to take a walk here first. Your hotel room has been booked until tomorrow, really," said someone from behind them.

The three turned their heads together and were surprised to see Mr. Aditya's client was behind them.

"Eh, yes, Om. Thank you very much, Om," said the Imam.

"Om who's grateful, dong. Oh, aye. Tomorrow if you want to buy souvenirs ask to be delivered. The money is already Om transfer yes," continued Mr. Aditya.

"God's Masya. Thank you so much again, Om. Have a break." The Imam felt bad for his father's friend who had paid for the hotel and accommodation. They were even given money for snacks.

However, the middle-aged man and his wife were just smiling kindly as they passed by the elevator.

"Try all our clients well like that, yes," Andra said expectantly.

"Where can it be" the Imam commented while giggling.

"Geez, I hope he did not hear our words earlier" said Yuda worried.

"That's it. Just relax. He is not a father, "the Imam was calm.

Then the three of them immediately entered the elevator and returned to the hotel room.

"I can't wait to spend tomorrow and take a walk. Just go with me!" pinta Andra on Yuda in the elevator. 

"Don't invite me too? The three of us will go together, Ndra," the priest said. "The money in the streets is on me."

"Oh yes. Hehe .... If there is a free one why you have to pay yourself," replied Andra while giggling happily. Own pocket money to buy souvenirs so safe.

That night just before bedtime, there was not a single BBM message from Cheeky or Aydan. To be honest, Andra hoped that her senior would contact her after discovering her with Kalina, her fiance.

Especially on Saturday, the day before he left for Bali, Aydan is still on work leave. His disappointment became more and more times. He felt Aydan's feelings were no longer the same as before.

"Why did Mas Aydan have to lie, anyway? Ngaku still himself turned out not," he murmured sadly.

"It's your fault, too. Later nyuekin him. Finally got another girl, right?" Andra still speaks for herself on the bed. Staring at the sky of the room with an erratic feeling.

He's upset with himself. Blaming her mother is impossible. Blaming the situation cannot be. He really can't do anything. After all, he also could not force his senior to remain loyal to wait for him. Recall her words to her online friend, Cheeky. If Aydan already owned another woman and not his soul mate, he would give it up.

Unfortunately, all of his words were painful when they had to be realized. He did not expect that something he was worried about would happen. Though he really hopes that his meeting again will unite the two without hindrance again.

Although the heart was still worried, Andra tried to get rid of those bad feelings by sleeping and thinking about her mysterious man. He had an idea to heal his wounds with the man. At least Cheeky had always comforted him all this time. He believes the man can shift his feelings to Aydan. Although he did not know what it looked like.

***

The phone alarm went loud to deafen. Andra woke up sleepy still holding on. However, he was forced to get rid of strong because he had to immediately pray, bathe, and get ready to explore the city of Denpasar and its surroundings. In the afternoon, they had to check out.

With a lazy step, Andra walked into the bathroom. His eyes saw something under the door. There's a letter there. He took it immediately. The envelope says his name.

"Who from, huh?" her mind was flipping through the envelope of the letter. No name of sender.

Rather than being curious, he opened the envelope and a white piece of paper read the contents immediately.

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Dear Diandra's,

Meet me at Sanur Beach before lunch if you still curious about me.

I came to meet the elo challenge to come to Bali following elo.

Let's not be confused. We use the same dresscode that was red. I wear a red hat and a red shirt.

NB. Don't be surprised to see me. Because I'm ugly. But do not rule out the possibility of ugly people can make you fall in love too. Who know. 😁

Cheekiah. The cafe keeper.

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Andra was surprised not to play. He really did not expect his online friend was really following him to Bali.

Andra shouted in excitement. He's coming in the bathroom soon. In his heart he was more determined to move on from Aydan and ready to anchor his heart to another man. Maybe Cheeky's the right guy. Her thought.

***

"Mas Yuda's. The chunky! Long time to choose," cried Andra impatiently.

"Separ dong. I'm confused, here. Want to buy which one," he replied as his eyes continued to choose a variety of women's jewelry from unique colorful stones in rows of souvenir sellers.

"Which is it. Anyway, as long as it's free, surely Widia will like it," said Andra restless.

Because Yuda was still confused, Andra tried to choose several models of necklaces and bracelets for Widia and Ivane. After paying for everything, the two followed the Imam to a restaurant with several bags of groceries in their right and left hands.

Once he arrived, the Imam was surprised to see the number of souvenirs purchased by his two employees.

"You kemaruk very. Later we mostly carry it on the plane, you know," he said worried. "How do I pay for the extra cargo? You pay for it yourself!"

"Well, don't dong. We'll make sense in the suitcase. Aren't you, Mas Yuda?" Andra asked for support from her partner.

"Ready. This is a gift for my future girlfriend, boarding boy, my family, Mas Imam. If the buy is a little, pity the others are not lost." Yuda.

"Just like me too. Not to mention for office friends too," Andra timpal said with a cry.

"Bas with you! Yes," replied the Imam.

Yuda immediately sat on the dining chair for lunch, but Andra did not. He put all his bags under the table.

"I'm nitip, Mom. I'll go somewhere else first" he explained.

"Lho?! Wanna go where? Don't go alone. How about you?" ask the worried Imam.

"I'm going to Sanur Beach, Mas. There's a need to see a friend. I'll ask the same people if stray.  Calm down" cried Andra as she walked away. His face is so bright.

A few minutes later he arrived at Sanur Beach. It was quite crowded and scorching because it was midday. His eyes were watching every visitor there. Looking for a man wearing a red hat.

There are some people who wear red hats. There are foreign tourists and also local tourists. Andra doesn't know which one Cheeky is. He contacted her, but there was no reply from the mysterious man.

Suddenly, his shoulder slapped. Andra gasps. He immediately turned back and was surprised to see someone behind him.

***