A Story Of LIA
SATU

...“There's A Proverb That Says That All Relationships Start From A Simple Interaction That May Not Be Predictable By Minds”...

Perhaps, there was nothing strange about his return to the homeland today, except for a phone call from someone who allows a foreign student from Indonesia like to live in his house and help him adapt for free in the land of people, just by a reason 'You remind me of someone'.

For two years of living and living with him, he felt that this middle-aged man was like his own parents, and seemed to know that if invited to this place, there was something heavy that he would talk about.

For two years in New York, this is the second time he invited her to an aesthetic cafe on the edge of town that faces directly towards the sea. A cafe that is not a student class like him.

He and the middle-aged man did not mean rarely out chatting together, sometimes on weekends he often took the young man to the park or another cafe in the middle of the city, just for this place, this time, the young man felt that this cafe might have a special memory value for this middle-aged man and felt very expensive for the young man (only those who have member cards are allowed to enter)

Upon arrival there, as usual there was an examination by the assigned staff, and it turned out that it was when the young man mentioned that he was invited by the middle-aged man, the staff informed him that the man was in the outdoor area and the young man headed to the area.

Now the young man from Indonesia saw a middle-aged man who was currently sitting staring far away at the ocean, with the wind that sometimes hit his hair, with the wind, his sturdy body seemed to make the young man did not expect that this man was almost fifty years old.

The young man paused for a moment, when he saw the middle-aged man turn his head towards him and move his hand in a gesture of calling the young man towards him.

Not many people around the two of them, considering how exclusive this cafe is. However, the atmosphere of the cafe on the edge of the beach, sea breeze and melow-pitched music, brings martyrdom and comfort that is so slick.

Not to mention the incredible interior that makes the eyes feel spoiled due to the combination of natural beauty and the beauty of human hands.

I don't know, it's been almost ten minutes that the young man arrived and is now sitting with him, but the man just kept quiet, then gulped down his coffee while continuing to look far into the ocean.

his gaze was as if anyone could interpret the longing gaze that radiated from the look of his eyes which now began to show circles under his eyes and wrinkles that could not lie that he was now inedible with age. The order of the young man was already in his hands, a cup of Americano.

“What are you looking sir ? I feell, you’re miss something,?” the young man broke the silence between the two of them.

The man turned his head towards him with a slight smile looking at the young man for a few seconds then went back to drinking the little coffee he had in his hand at the moment.

“I miss Indonesia” his speech suddenly made the young man from Indonesia, surprised to see the man using Indonesian.

“Bapak can speak Indonesian ?”said the young man.

“Sure, I spent my youth there, and my mother is from Indonesia as well,” he replied.

“So for these two years,? The young man asked in astonishment while stretching his hand.

“I am good friends with professor Watson, and so he said there are Indonesian students who currently need a place to live and then sent your Motivation Letter to me, I immediately accepted his offer to help you during here,”

"Given the beginning of our meeting, prof Watson said that your language was still too rigid and a little stammered and I did not expect it to be that bad, that is what made me never use Indonesian with you,"

“And...” He reached into his jacket pocket, then took out a book with a classic look like a diary book first. But from his motives, the young man believed that it must belong to someone, and yes, a woman

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The middle-aged man opened the diary and took a photo that looked yellowed, at a glance from afar I saw 3 women and 4 men in a photo. The man pointed the photo at the young man and of course made the young man free to see the photo clearly.

“Seven Pilar” said, which made the young man turn to the middle-aged man.

“I want you to help me look up to these 6 people who were photographed, especially this woman,” while pointing her hand, pointing at a woman who was right next to her.

A sweet-faced woman, of medium stature, had dimples in her smile.

“The name is Lia, Aprillia Navilia”.

“I want you to find him, his age may be the same as I was class 89 in Angkasa High School, I also see that is also your school first.” The young man was immediately surprised, it turned out that this man was an alma mater with him, making puzzles and curiosity of the young man was immediately answered, 'Why is this man willing to help him during here'.

This afternoon meeting, indeed made the young man quite burdened with his thoughts, even though he had just finished his education in the US, precisely at New York University. Now he brings a task from the person who helped him during his life in the land of people. There were many reasons that made it difficult for the young man to refuse the request of the middle-aged man.

Now he started walking to the plane after previously checking in tickets and other administrations. While looking at the boarding pass in his right hand, he moved towards the row and seat that matches the number listed on the boarding pass He has.

The young man had found his seat, he laid his body in the soft seat provided by the airline. The trip will take almost a full day, and will have to transit first in Abu Dhabi.

Fifteen minutes after taking off, there was not much to see out the window of the plane, just a dark scene and some lights of the plane, making the young man relax his body and relax his seat.

He recalled the atmosphere of the meeting and recalled the words of the middle-aged man.

"I've been trying to find him, but there's no trace I can find. Our farewells, and our friendship stories are mostly in this diary book. I want you to read it as a reference to find it. You remind me of my best friend in Indonesia and I'm sure you look like him and can find this girl. I've left you the story of my youth, and this is the cafe's exclusive card. I want you to have it as a gift for you. If there's no chance of coming back here, make this card a reminder that you once lived with a middle-aged man like me. I'm sorry I can't take you to the airport, I have another appointment with prof Watson, nice to meet you, let me know after you find him." He hugged the young man for a long time.