Enough
Chapter 1

Dancing sitting with her legs dangling, staring down from the thirty-fifth floor above the streets of the capital, she thought about suicide.

Nope, no...

Dari does not intend to kill himself, he is quite happy with his life and determined to continue his life until it is finished.

Dance is just thinking about the people out there who decided to end her life. Do they regret it, when the seconds of their bodies crashing?

I think yes, because all problems will have a way out.

Dance often thinks of death, especially today where the most successful real estate entrepreneur in the Capital, as well as the husband of Surinala Dewun Pagi, and the father of He Tarisma Orange, are, a strange girl with blonde hair, who once fell in love with a penny market thug to put her family to shame.

Yes, this is me, this is Tarisma Orange, and my father Banyugeni.

After attending her father's funeral, Tari hijacks the rooftop apartment. Again not because he wanted to kill himself or or plan to jump from this rooftop apartment. Dance only really needs fresh air, and silence that he can not get in the apartment that is still crowded with the sound of sobs crying big family.

Unfortunately, Dari did not expect that above the height was really very cold and made it uncomfortable, but this is still much better because above the height of Dance can still see the stars and the splendor of this universe, and Dance really likes it, he likes the sky because the sky can make him feel very small and insignificant.

In the middle of the silence of the night that Tari felt, suddenly the rooftop door opened very fast, immediately Tari turned to the door and waited for a human figure to come out of the door, but all he got was the sound of footsteps.

Dance looked back at the sky, because whoever came, most likely did not realize my existence because Dance was on a small building above the rooftop. He let out a silent sigh, closed his eyes and leaned his head against the rough cement-plastered wall behind him, grumbling as the man had broken the silence of the night he felt, but he hoped that whoever came was a woman, not a man.

The sound of footsteps increasingly disturbing Dance, until finally the eyes of Dance also wandered towards the silhouette leaning on the edge of the wall, and it turns out his prayers were not granted, he said, the one who came was a man.

Dari clearly saw her tall body, her fielded shoulders contrasting sharply with her fragile way of holding her head with one hand while her other hand held a bag of white crackles, I don't know what that guy brought. Dance also saw the back of the man who was slowly going up and down as he took a deep breath and exhaled violently, the man seemed to be on the verge of an outpouring of emotions.

Dari looked at the man for longer, wondering if he would move from where he was standing or if he would be there any longer.

The truth is that the man was just standing there, putting his left hand in his pants pocket. For the first time, Dari realized that the upper arm of the shirt on which she wore looked very narrow. The clothes looked very fitting on the other side, but not on his burly arms. He began to groan around the white crackle bag he was carrying, then he opened a can of alcoholic beverages. Dance thought it might be her attempt to release her emotions, the man drank his drink.

This year Dance is even 27 years old, she has passed S1 and is completing her S2 study program and of course she has tried all kinds of alcoholic beverages, so that Dance will not judge the man, he said, for him it is natural when someone is in trouble, then he feels the need to release his emotions by drinking alone in a quiet place.

The man reached back to his crisps and opened the next can while turning to get back down from the rooftop, and as he drank his drink, he saw Dance.

His steps stopped and the two looked at each other. The man's face did not show surprise or excitement when he looked at Dance. She was only two and a half meters away from where Tari was, but the bright moonlight, enough to make Tari able to see her blue eyes, then slowly down her burly body shape.

"What's your name?" Ask the man.

When Tari had not answered the man's question, the man returned to drinking his drink.

"Dance" she said, she hated her weak-sounding voice.

The man raised his chin. "Dance, help you get down from there." said the man, as if he was afraid that Dance would fall, but she didn't. There was still about thirty centi meters of space for Tari to sit down and she could hold on before she fell.

Dari glanced towards her two legs that dangled down, then looked back at her. "No, I'm very comfortable here."

For a moment the man looked to the side, as if he could not bear to see Dari sitting in that place "Please get down from there!" sounds like an order even if he uses the word help.

"Your distance is less than thirty centimeters before you fall and die falling from a height. Today I've seen enough deaths, and I don't want to see them again." The man beckoned to Dance so that she would come down immediately.

Dance exhaled her breath. " You're just bothering me." he rolled his eyeballs and then he jumped down.

"Happy?" tanya Tari as she approached the man, as she turned her face away when she realized the sweetness of the man.

Yes the man was very sweet and handsome, smelled masculine, and looked a few years old on it. From the haircut and expensive shirt that he wears, it can be ascertained he is the target of the girls, but Tari besikap as if not impressed with the man.

The man returned to drink his drink, then he offered Tari, but Tari refused, he did not want to get drunk with the man. But if you can be honest, actually the man's voice had drunk him, and he wanted to hear it again so that Tari opened a pleasant conversation with him. "It's a pretty good place to let go of the burden of the mind, isn't it?" the question that Dari thought was stupid but just came out of her mouth.

The man just looked at Dari, really looking at Dari with his sharp gaze as if he was reading the whole mind in the brain of Dari.