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Differ

Alena arrives at Arka's workplace, waiting on the motorbike directly across from the factory gate.

Alena had also sent a message but not yet opened by Arka, Alena remained patient waiting even though Arka's home hour was still half an hour away.

Alena again felt a pain in her stomach, He spread his gaze looking for a food merchant. Seen a stall that Alena had never seen before, he decided to look for food in the stall.

"That's a new shop, I went there first."

Alena double-lock the motor first, then she walked across the road to the stall next to the factory gate.

"Punten, Bah." Alena greeted a middle-aged father who was frying a vegetable bakwan.

"Come, Neng. Bala-balana's still an angel, Neng!" Abah, the owner of the stall, offered Alena his fritters.

"Yes, would, Bah. Want reinforcements two, tempe pray one." Alena.

"Mango, sakedap!" Pinta Abah the shop owner. While waiting for her fry in the wrap, Alena took the money in her purse.

"How much, Bah?" Ask Alena.

"Three thousand, Neng." Abah answered while giving the plastic containing fried foods that Alena asked for.

"This, Bah. Thank you," Alena gave the money, he went straight out of the stall and went back to the bike.

After stuffing her stomach with fried food, Alena was still waiting for Arka who had not yet returned home.

Alena took her phone, Arka still hasn't read the message.

"Am I going home, huh? So tired" muttered Alena.

Alena plays the key of the motor hanging, even he was about to turn on the engine of the motor. But before long, the factory gate was wide open. Seen from a distance employees scattering, some are walking some are using motorcycles.

"Well, go home too." Alena went back to standardize the bike, and decided to wait for Arka.

While circulating her gaze to look for Arka, Alena's phone rang.

"Hello." Alena greeted still while looking for Arka's whereabouts.

"Sorry, don't look at HP. You still ahead?" Ask Arka, her voice sounded dull.

"Still," replied Alena.

"I'm there!" Arka shouted while turning off her phone call.

From a distance, Alena saw a running figure and smiled at him.

Alena looked at Arka, Arka was so happy to welcome the arrival of Alena.

Of the many people, there was one person who was so hopeful of him. Yes, He is an Ark. The man who Alena never thought would fill her heart, the man who never dared to commit, now seems to make it a goal.

"Hey," said Arka.

"Hey." Alena.

"Have you waited long?" Ask Arka while adjusting her breath.

"Emm good," replied Alena.

"Yes, yuk!" Arka immediately went up and sat on the motorbike.

"Where?" Ask Alena.

"Feed for you! It must be laper, right?" Ask Arka. Alena fell silent, Arka was so sensitive without having to wait for Alena's invitation.

Alena climbed on the bike, Arka also drove the bike without asking Alena first.

Back Alena was amazed by Arka, from most men who always ask what to eat, where to go, but Arka is different. He knows what Alena is feeling, he knows what his partner needs. And men like Arka, of course, very rarely met.

Alena felt increasingly grateful, and convinced that Arka was indeed her last port.