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Chapter 2's

"Is it because of a woman?" tanya Dance back. "He broke your heart?" continued.

The man laughed at the question that Tari asked him. "Let my problems be as trivial as matters of affairs of the heart." the man leaned against the wall, facing towards Dari. "What floor do you live on?" asked the man while finishing his second canned drink. "I've never seen you here."

"Of course, I don't live here." Dance pointed towards the apartment she lived in alone. Since a few years ago, Tari decided to live independently by not living with her parents anymore.

"You see that private television station building?"

The man narrowed his eyes, looking at the direction that Dari pointed at "Yes."

"I live in the building next door, it is difficult to see because the building is only eight floors and flanked by skyscrapers around it" said Tari.

The man turned back towards Dari. "If you live there, then why are you here? Does your boyfriend live in this apartment?"

The sentence that the man made Tari feel like a cheap woman who easily visited the man's residence. "Read your apartment building is good." replied Tari.

The man raised his eyebrows, waiting for further explanation from Tari.

"I need some fresh air, then I open google Maps and find a rooftop apartment that's nice and not far from where I live, so yeah I'm here."

The man smiled "You're very simple, looking for fresh air here, because usually the girls will go to a nightclub or mall to get some fresh air" he said. "But you didn't, and that's very nice."

Simple? Dance nodded her head because she did not like the crowd so she looked for a quiet place.

"Why do you need fresh air?" ask the man back.

Because today I just attended my father's funeral, and in the apartment my parents are still filled with the cries of my extended family, which makes my chest as tight as I can't breathe.

Dance back facing the front, she sighed softly. "We'd better shut up and not discuss anything!"

The man faced the front looking at the street below, and Dari watched. She may have noticed that Dance was watching her, but the man seemed to be unconcerned.

"Last month, a man fell off this roof" he said.

Dari should have been upset that the man ignored her request to be quiet, but Dari was curious. "What was the accident?" tanya Dance.

The man shrugged his shoulders. "Nobody knows. It happened late in the evening. His wife said she was cooking dinner and her husband asked permission to go up to the rooftop to take pictures of the sunset. He's a photographer. They're guessing he got on where you were sitting and then slipped and fell."

Dari looked up to see where he was sitting earlier, while imagining the position of the photographer fell.

"When my sister told me about the incident, all I thought about was did the man manage to take the picture he wanted? I hope the camera doesn't fall because it's too bad, right? Died from a love of photography, but did not manage to get the desired photo that he had exchanged with his life."

The man's thoughts made Tari scrunch her forehead. "Do you like to express your thoughts?" tanya Dance.

"Not just anyone" he said.

The man leaned his back against the wall then folded his hands on his chest. "Are you born in Jakarta?"

Dance nodded. "Yes, I was born here, but then I finished my S1 in Singapore, then returned to Jakarta to work while continuing my S2ku program."

The man pursed his nose, and it was quite sexy. Look at the guy with the blue shirt, haircut neatly and make a silly face. "So you're used to the pollution and traffic jam of this town?"

"Yes of course I'm used to it because I was born and lived here."

"I'm a coal mining businessman from Surabaya, I just moved here two months ago. There is a fairly tempting offer of cooperation that managed to make me move from the city of Surabaya. But my sister has been here for a year." The man clapped his leg. "Just below us. She married a computer-savvy Jakarta guy and they bought an entire apartment unit on the top floor."

Dance looked down. "The whole top floor?"

The man nodded. "Bajing*n was lucky to work from home, he didn't even have to give up his pajamas and make billions of dollars for a year."

Dance looked back at the man. Fashionable, have reliable communication skills, and intelligent, and a drunkard. His eyes were now closed as if he was enjoying the night breeze that hit his handsome face. "You want to know something?" tanya Dance.

"What?" he replied, he turned his attention back to Dance.

Dance pointed west. "See the building? The building whose roof is pink?"

The man nodded.

"There is another building behind him, on Senopati street. There is a luxury housing on the roof of the building" said Tari, without mentioning that it was one of her late father's biggest projects.

The man looks impressed. "Correct?"

Dance nodded. "I saw it while looking at the goole maps, and I was looking for it, apparently the luxury housing has been around since 2009. It's cool to live in a house on top of a building?"

"Who lives there?" ask the man.

"Capital conglomerate of course."

The man laughed then looked at Dari seriously. "Do you or one of your families have one unit in there?"

Just smile, because in reality his parents did have one housing unit in the housing, as a future investment.

"What other mysteries are there in this city?" ask the man back.

"Your name" the word that was thrown out of the mouth of Dance, to make himself want to slap his cheek because the word is considered a tacky and silly thing.

The man smiled. "Tara." he replied "The Sky of Xabiru"

Dance scrunched her forehead, heard her nickname which only differed one letter only I and A, and both have elements of color in their last names. "A very good name" said Tari.