Former Bad Guy
Where You Come Home Here
Candra opened both eyes, but instantly her eyes narrowed due to glare by the scorching sun. He frowned in astonishment as he faintly looked at the face of someone who was in front of him.
“Candra!” call that guy.
Candra still did not reply even though she heard clearly the person called her. The woman was still trying to open her eyes in order to clearly see who the figure was. It is seen at a glance if the figure is a man.
‘Wait! Man?’ inner Candra.
His eyes opened wide, so remember the last time he was in his apartment alone. How did a man come in?
“Candra, wake up!” call that figure.
“Who?”
“I Juno. Your ex,” replied the figure smiling sweetly.
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Cold sweat soaked the forehead all over Candra. The woman immediately sat down with widened eyes, her breathing irregular. Candra just had a nightmare. Yeah, he just dreamed about that ex-devil. Arjuno. The accuser who is a hobby of betting.
“Bakal ketiban damn like me,” muttered Candra holding his head that feels pulsating.
With slow steps, Candra walked towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water. His throat hurt from drinking too much last night.
“Ahh, relieved,” muttered Candra after sipping a glass of water.
Then Candra stepped into the room again to make her bed and clean up.
“Ah yes, I have not pesen ticket,” muttered Candra. “Depart tomorrow only time, yes?”
After finishing, Candra was again busy in the kitchen to cook her breakfast alone. She would rather cook for herself than buy outside. Besides being able to fill his free time, it can also save his expenses.
“Ngapain New Phone?” muttered Candra who was struggling with her frying pan.
Candra purposely let Vina's phone off, not intending to answer it for now. He refocused on his cooking. When finished, Candra brings the results of her cooking to the living room.
“Aih, good nih,” muttered Candra.
Ringing the phone again interrupted him, again Vina who called him. Candra grunts as hell.
“Nehim's work?"
“Halo, Vin?”
“Lo busy, yes?”
“Hmm, not really. Why?”
“Why don't I answer you, Bege?” peekkik Vina from across there.
“Jeez, I woke up earlier. Why are you calling?”
“Lo is joining the reunion, huh? Please! You don't miss Lia and friends what?”
“When is the reunion?” tanya Candra rolled her eyes lazily.
“Next week,” replied Vina cengengesan.
Candra had deliberately not told anyone about her return tomorrow, her plan was to surprise the people there. But he again thought, if not tell, who will pick him up later?
“Tomorrow I'm back, Vin,” said Candra finally.
“Lho? Cepet highly? Not happy in Paris?”
“So, I have a job in Indonesia. Pick me up tomorrow, will you?”
“What time?”
“Tomorrow my flight in the morning, the most malem to Indo. Tomorrow I'll tell you again.”
“OK, be careful on the road. See you.”
The call ended, Candra enjoyed her breakfast again. His left hand was busy with the television remote. The woman laughed when she saw her face plastered on a local news broadcast.
“Beauty is also me,” muttered Candra.
“Huh, tired too,” said Candra laying on her room carpet.
“Anjier, how come it's been this hour?”
The woman took a shower and got dressed. Candra plans to walk around the city to find inspiration for the dress that Nayla will wear later, as well as some dresses that she is working on. Candra decided to take a walk on the Seine River, enjoying the night view from the banks of this river. Candra has come here many times, either alone or several times with Eric.
“Laper,” muttered Candra noticed the surroundings to look for food vendors.
Candra's choice falls on a floating restaurant with romantic decorations. In Candra's heart, she felt sorry for choosing to come to the Seine River.
“Ckck, I should have brought Eric.”
Candra ordered some food and a cup of coffee as a cover. Finished with her meal, Candra began to get busy with her paper and pencil. Occasionally his eyes looked at the flickering lights on the Seine River. Candra propped up her chin, smiling faintly enjoying the atmosphere of the night in this place.
Closing your eyes for a moment enjoying the breeze that blows makes Candra lulled. The bustling sounds around him slowly faded, replaced by soft music. Candra still survives in this restaurant, this place was able to make him feel at home.
“Why am I new here anyway? Yesterday where have I been?” muttered Candra, back scribbling the paper.
Over time began to look a sketch and abstract design of a dress. Candra smiled satisfied with the result of the picture.
“Lumayan too,” Candra murmur.
The woman pulled out her phone and took a picture of the papers, then she sent it to Vina to show off. For a long time his best friend wanted to fly to Paris, but there was no time and finally until now it has not been realized.
“Yakin the Vina komuknya very ugly,” said Candra laughed satisfied.
“Eh, but the most people have already slept.”
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The night is getting late, the night air is getting piercing. Candra decided to end the hunt for her idea. Tomorrow morning he'll have a flight. Candra doesn't want to be late for tomorrow. During the way home, Candra still took some photos of the places she passed.
“Au Revoir,” murmured Candra.
He would miss the atmosphere of this city as well as the people here. Suddenly a feeling of sadness came to his mind. Candra is in love with this city. Actually it was hard for him to leave the city which became a silent witness how the struggle of Candra from the lowest point until now began to achieve success.
“Why am I mellow gini anyway? Relax, Can!” gumam Candra raised her head, restraining her tears from falling down her cheeks.
“Lo as sad as this will not come back here again. Inglet, Can! Your life here, you must be back again. You just go for a second, where you come home here. Yes, right?”
The tears that had melted immediately were removed and Candra resumed her steps towards the apartment. The distance to the apartment is near. But his steps came to a halt when he saw someone standing near the entrance of the apartment. Candra frowned seeing Eric standing there.
“What are you doing here?” asked Candra frowning.
“I am waiting for you.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Can you not go?” eric asked, making the twitching on Candra's forehead grow.
“Je t’aime,” shoot Eric for the umpteenth time.
“Mais je ne t’aime fitting,” replied Candra firmly. “How many times have I said that?”
“Can’t you give me a chance?” eric asked with a face of compassion and hope.
“No way,” replied Candra with a headband.
Eric nodded in understanding. “Alright, but don’t forget this.”
THE CUP!
Candra's eyes were perfectly rounded, feeling a chewy object on her lips. Suddenly he froze.
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