Always Gonna Be You
4. Destiny Like A Coincidence

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Dio

He drove his motorbike to the DU campus like Rossi who tried to pursue Marquez for battle for no.1. Speeding. And he can reach this kind of sting because it's too late. The time listed on the invitation is 09.00, while now he complains once he sees the watch on the right wrist has shown the number 09.25.

The morning meeting with new client Lumina - her startup start-up with Gerry and Fayyad in the field of Consultant & Software Engineer - made her forget the invitation to become a Narrator in Seminar & Software & Digital Technology for Business workshop organized by Economics Studies students FEB Campus DU.

Dayang Sumbi-DU is only a stone throw, but for some reason at this time heavy traffic creeps, more precisely called traffic jam instead. Sidag red light seems to light up all year, while green light only turns on for 5 seconds. Damn it!

The clamor of the impatient drivers no doubt began to rumble deafeningly. It was fortunate that he was already in the front row, so once the green light flashed, it could instantly dart.

Apart from the Sidag intersection snares that are very testing for patience, rise density before the Sekeloa turn. Fortunately not secrowdit Sidag, he can freely escape the full speed motor splitting Jl. Dipati Ukur which is always crowded because it passes through several campuses.

Finally, been here, while turning the motor to the right entered the brown-painted iron gate. After parking the motorbike, tidying the hair that was flattened by the helmet, wiping the glasses exposed to dust, he approached the security guard to ask.

"Sorry sir, where's Building C?"

"From here straight, to the right turn, building C is on the left."

"Noahun."

"Sami sami."

He hastily went to building C armed with information from Mr. Satpam. Fortunately, there are many easy directions. And now he has entered the lobby of Building C. The next problem is, he forgot not to bring a cell phone, seemed to be left behind in the meeting room was so hurried to leave. Makes him unable to contact the committee. And his education is complete with forgetting not to bring invitations, as well as forgetting the name of the room where the seminar was held. Damn. The only thing you remember is Building C, period, something stupid.

He frowned to see the quiet lobby atmosphere, there were only a few students passing by. He was trying to get close to someone who was walking towards him.

"Which room Economics Studies seminar?"

The student frowned while thinking hard, then finally said, "Wow, don't know Mas. Sorry yes."

And so did some of the other students he asked. Make time wasted just to find the space where the seminar is held. Double damn's.

"When where is the seminar?" he asked a student who happened to pass by. Usually, seminars or workshops are held in special rooms with large capacity such as seminar rooms or meetings.

"Floor 4."

"Ok, thank you," he hurriedly walked towards the stairs.

"A," call the student again. "Use the elevator faster. Over there," while pointing to the right side of the lobby.

He only grimaced in embarrassment, hurriedly turning towards the elevator.

Ting!

The elevator door opens on the 4th floor. He again had to wander around looking for you name it seminar room or meeting. Finally, the seminar room located at the very end of the series can be found. But how lonely? There were only a few students who were setting up the room.

"Excuse me" she told the student who was sitting closest to the door.

"Yes?" the student looked up from his laptop. "Can anyone help?"

"Mm" he suddenly wanted to fix the glasses. "The light is finished or not yet started? How lonely?" tanyanya was worried pointing at the empty seminar room.

The student frowned. "New seminar starts tomorrow. It's still setting the place."

"Huh?" he gawked. "But I got a seminar invitation for today" he said confusedly. Don't let him see the date wrong. It was so hectic that it was on the wrong schedule. Allright.

The student again frowned. "Where is the seminar?"

"Economics Studies."

"Oh," the student said. "If the FES seminar is at the Student Center."

"Huh? Where's it?" he has now become a dazed man.

"On the ground floor. Get off the elevator to the 1st floor, there will be another ladder down. The Student Center. In what room is the invitation?"

He cringed again, then shook his head.

"Usually if not in the seminar room yes in the multipurpose room," said the student sure.

Makes her laugh, "If that's what I know, too. It's not a seminar in the cafeteria, is it?" Wait, what? Why is jayus like this.

But his nervousness actually provoked the student to laugh widely, making his two dimples clearly visible. Absolutely managed to make time seem to stop spinning for a split second. Oh, well.

"Mass?" a hand was waving right in front of his face.

"Oh," he gasped and hurriedly fixed the location of the glasses, again. Spontaneous response to wrong behavior.

"Sorry," he mumbled softly. "Thank you," he hurriedly nodded then stepped quickly down the hallway towards the elevator. While shaking his head cursing to his worst time management today. A chat message from Bayu last night turned out to be successful in distracting his mind and concentration.

Bayu.: 'Yesterday Anggi abis lamaran.'

Bayu.: 'Married April.'

Dio. : 'Good.'

Bayu.: - sticker hit hammer-

He never asked anyone including Bayu to always update news about Anggi, but the news seemed to come by itself. He had complained about the news less important to him, but Bayu said,

"Nothing between the three of us is going to happen."

Making him remember the original purpose of the formation of the Romance Group, none other than as a camouflage container the three of them to approach the idol of the heart. He went to Anggi, Chris obviously from Junior High had a crush on Fira, although in silence. While Bayu secretly likes Inne. But years of friends endings actually forever friends. Sad but true yeah.

"Push your limit dong bro," Bayu always heated it up. "Before the yellow janur curls, the cornering is still halal."

"You still love her, right?" for the spirit of Bayu is Numero Uno.

Honestly, he could never answer firmly yeah, still love her or no, she's just my past. Because there will definitely be so many convoluted sentences thrown out to represent the real feeling. It's really not as simple as people think. Complicated.

However, the sentence that came out of his mouth was precisely a kind of asbun statement (origin of sound),

"Our destiny is just friendzone."

"Basic weak!" Bayu, since he was left married by Inne, immediately turned very emotional. His initiative beat Rendra to death after a video scandal really never suspected could be done by a Bayu. Rendra was clearly the easy target of Bayu's unburdened anger.

Ting!

The elevator door opened on the 1st floor, blowing away all his daydreams. He rushed out and went down the stairs not far from the elevator. There he only found Cafe, Books Center, and multipurpose room that is being used for MSME practice. When I asked again, no one could answer. Making him scratch his head, it seems not funny if at the end of the story the conclusion is he lost in campus DU, really not really. Turns out to go without a cell phone when you forget something it's not recommended.

Finally he decided to go up the stairs again to the 1st floor, and repeated the same groove that was crisp in the lobby that this time began to be crowded with students.

He intended to greet a student who passed in front of him when Ting's voice sounded, followed by the elevator door that opened, then came out the girl dimpled with two friends. I don't know which part of the brain is making its way to the girl,

"Sorry, I haven't found the room yet."

"Huh?" the girl's eyes rounded in shock for the sake of looking at herself. He was silent for a while before finally asking confusedly, "Not seen you yet?"

"Who Il?" one of his friends wanted to know.

The girl looked at him once more, just to make sure that they had met before, "This morning was invited to the FES Seminar but has not found her space."

"Well, the seminar is not moving rooms is it because the participants are booming?"

"Yes?"

"Ari Icha pan follow, just had a late arrival, know tuh still can not enter."

He again became a dazed person because he could only quietly listen to the conversation of the three of them.

"In the meantime, I'll call the role model first Mas" the girl said to him as she opened the phone screen.

"If so then yes" two of his friends left.

"Yes, yes, pretentious first weh," the girl nodded towards her friend. "Ja, are you at the seminar?" while starting to talk on the phone.

"This.ada The speaker here has not found the room. Where the hell are you?"

"Take a moment, "and turn to him. "What's the name?"

"Dio's."

"Dio Kamadibrata, from Ganapati. I forgot to bring my phone and." she was cut off in the air because the girl spoke back to her phone.

"Dio Kamadibrata, Ganapati," said the girl as she was bearded. "Ari you tea anyway, teu balegh (not really) became the committee. Yes.yes.on the 1st floor. Buruan," then shut the phone.

"Sorry Mas, it turned out that the seminar and workshop were moved to the 3rd floor," the girl grimaced. "But soon one of the organizers will be here."

He nodded, "Well, thank you, sorry to be such a hassle."

"Not bother," the girl laughed again showing dimples. Make him hold his breath for a while. Fortunately, without having to wait long came an id card organizer who was struggling to get to them.

"Wow, I'm so sorry, Mas Dio, so sorry," the man asked him to shake his hand. "Gaza."

"Dio's."

"The initial room is less representative so moved. But I sent the information about the transfer of the room via chat to Mas this morning, did not I send it?" Gaza shakes its head.

"Frankly I haven't seen a cell phone from ta..," his sentence was cut off because the girl interrupted.

"Because I've met, I'm first, Ja."

"Oh, yes.yes..thanks, Il."

The girl smiled as she nodded towards him.

He nodded back.

"Please Mas," Gaza directed him to immediately enter the elevator. "Ten minutes is Mas' turn."

"It's me who should apologize" he patted Gaza on the shoulder. "I haven't seen a cell phone since morning, I've been left behind in the office, so I don't have a cell phone here so I can't call the committee."

"No papa, Mas" Gaza smiled broadly. "What's important is that we meet now."

Before the elevator door closed, he still had time to see the dimpled girl was chatting with several people on one side of the lobby.

As usual, his brain immediately deleted random everyday events, until this afternoon when Fayyad's monthly coordination complained about his limitations in managing Lumina's finances.

"Aing teu is ready. Geus Lieur (I can't. Dizziness)."

"Your wife is helping us again" they obviously have to work as effectively and efficiently as possible. If you need to empower people around.

"Ayeuna mah teu can. Nuju coas (Now you can't. It's a coas)." Zahra, Fayyad's wife, they were married since they both sat in the 4th semester, indeed still completing his education at FKG.

"Lo girl," he leads to Gerry who has been engrossed in front of a laptop. "SBM's son, right?"

Gerry shook his head, "Never mix romance and professionalism. Often not in line," answered Gerry sure. "Never ever."

"Oprec is. Geus needs financial section. Meh teu lieur (Open a vacancy. We need a financial section. Let's not get dizzy)."

He shook his head, last oprec for their Junior Programmer position until overwhelmed. Most of the applicants are even S1 graduates, who incidentally higher status than the three of them who just finished TA.

"Borrow Rippa's financial son first how?" Gerry gave them an idea they had already done. Two months ago they borrowed Rippa Architeam's financial staff to clean up Lumina's messy finances.

- FYI Lumina and Rippa share the same office to reduce the cost of renting a place. Understandably, still a startup, has not made many significant profits. Rippa itself fronted by the children of Arsi their classmate in Ganapati.-

But Rippa could not help them this time, because there were many on going projects, making their financial staff jobdesc almost overload.

"Closrec weh" proposed Fayyad. "Mangan babaturan nu know (Search from friends who already know)."

He and Gerry agreed. The three of them are both hunting for financial children. But it is not easy to find people who can be trusted, capable and willing to manage their finances. Some candidates instantly fall or retreat regularly once they enter the salary realm. Yes, frankly the new Lumina is able to facilitate the appropriate UMR. Although in the future he hopes to be able to compensate more than worthy. Hope so's.

But every difficulty has ease. Fayyad gave them hope, "Urang aya aya slave acquaintance DU, but into keneh lecture, opat semester. Kumaha?"

(I have an acquaintance of DU's children, but still in college, fourth semester. How's it?)

"Nggeus. Derr. Teu nananon's.(Already, so, no papa)," Gerry agreed.

"Manehna tos ncan experience (He's not yet experience)?" he had doubts. "Ngke riweuh deui urang kudu ngawulang (Later complicated again we must first teach)."

"Da lain sasaha. Anu pretended Groovy's financial support was anjeuna. (He's not someone else. Who likes to help Groovy's finances is him)," Fayyad laughed. "Ari maneh teu. (You don't believe it very much)."

"Haha? Groovy nu another eta (Who? That Groovy isn't it)?" Gerry curious.

"His Groovy eta, anjeuna adena the Jidni. (That's Groovy. She's Zidni's sister - Sundanese if she says Z is J-)."

He frowned, "Groovy?" I've heard it but forgot it.

"EOnya DKV son," said Gerry.

"Other DKV hungkul. Maranehna a group of Ospek pas (Not only DKV children. They're all a bunch of Osek passes)" Fayyad said.

"Oh," he suddenly remembered something. "Groovy na Zidni and Brian Civil (Groovy's Zidni and Brian - Civil Department)?"

"His eta (Yes it)," Fayyad nodded.

"Ok," he agreed. "Try calling her son here. Interview first."

And this afternoon, as he was resting his eyes from staring too long at the computer screen, Fayyad told him that their potential financial person had arrived.

"We interview three," said Gerry spirit, directly sitting next to him.

He who was surprised by the enthusiasm of Gerry suddenly understood when he saw who the people who entered the meeting room.

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Ilma

"Well, we'll see you again."

He was astonished to see the person sitting in the middle, welcoming him so happily.

"Remember me, right?" ask the person again while wearing the glasses without a frame.

He had to shrink to remember who he was, but his brain was stuck, unable to find any clue. Who yeah? Which is definitely not one of her brother's friends who often play at home.

"Don't you remember me?" the man laughed at once and was laughed at by two other friends.

"God, Yo, he doesn't remember, '" the ledek sitting on the left who introduced himself as the director of operations, what was his name.

"Him, maksa pisan," ledek A Fayyad, Aa's friend who sat on the right.

"If this is done to my room," said the man sure. "Who knows you so remember me."

While still frowning he walked following the man into a room called 'my room', not far from the meeting room.

"Sit down" he said, who had sat in a position full of confidence. Complete with the back laid to the back of the chair, while one leg is lifted and crossed to the other leg.

"Now, do you remember me yet?" apparently the man was still curious. Makes it cringe more. Whoa, he really can't remember anything.

Finally the man gave up, "Yes, now introduce yourself."

"My name is Ilma Adzkia, accounting major fourth semester..."

"Common....Adzkia..," the man repeated his name.

He nodded.

"How much do you want to pay?" ask the guy straight to the point.

He could only grimace while staring in disbelief at a person who he thought was too white for the average Indonesian, but too yellow to be called Chinese and his countrymen, while the face more like Korean mixed Japanese. The most handsome man i've ever seen, his inner.

"Can I make a financial statement?"

"Can."

"Tax report?"

"Can."

"OKs. From now on you're part of Lumina."

"I..accepted?"

The guy nodded. "Now, do you remember me yet?"

Make him cringe back.

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Remarks :

Sidag.: the intersection of Simpang Dago, a crossroad in the middle of Bandung that brings together Jl. Whale (Ir. H. Marion, Jl. Measure, and Jl. Siliwangi)

DU.: Shaved

FEB.: Faculty of Economics and Business