Liebe Zu Maiza's
Because Novels

What if you find something you're looking for but can't have it. What if your day falls apart just because of it.

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My breaths. And I almost missed the elevator that was always crowded with mall visitors. Fortunately, one of the people in the elevator pressed the open button when they saw me running to wave my hand.

"Thank you." I said. It felt crisp, no one answered my thanks.

"Three floors!" my orders go to whoever is standing near the control button of this little room. I try to catch my breath.

Someone pushed the three-numbered button.

I tilted my body to get to the corner. At least if in a corner position, there is nothing to disturb or I do not disturb others if I move more than I should.

I guess sweat started pouring in the temple. My hijab's edge is wet because of it. I think the thin powder I was wearing had already begun to wear off. Cooling in the elevator room is not enough to make me love the cold.

I still have trouble breathing. My knees felt like they were shaking because they just ran after the elevator door that was almost closed. Sports activities are hunting lifts.

the elevator was crowded, almost full. One more person must have been over. I look at the people around me. Maybe no one knows each other. Everyone is busy with their own business. Busy with his playbook and occasionally checking floor numbers.

My gaze stopped on the person who had just pressed the third floor button. Only he was different, there was no device in his hand, no rush sirat on his face. He calmly waited for the elevator to move up to the destination floor.

Her eyes, I like the look in her eyes are shaded "tree shady times". Ah, think what I am, the instant moment immediately likes people only the country thinks he's the one who saved half my time today. Thanks to her kindness I didn't have to wait for the elevator. You don't have to count the stairs to get to the bookstore.

The man with the shady eyes made my whole vision focus. Focus only on him. His eyeballs are able to keep me glued, grounded and just pay attention to him.

I stole a glance at him from a narrow, mirror-lined room. I caught his shadow. From there I watched him while he looked at the others.

It doesn't matter that I enjoy this at least. Staring at the details of a person's face from the reflection of a mirror. The one who did good to me.

Thank you mirror you helped me today to notice the face of the person who has appreciated my efforts to run from the entrance to be able to join the roost here. At least one day I'll repay her kindness today.

"Floor three, who's down here?" ask someone when the elevator doors open. I didn't realize how long I had been watching the shady-eyed man who saved my time today. The strapping-bodied man who somehow is now sluggish from view.

A woman standing right next to me was staring at me. From the tip of the foot to the tip of my head he noticed. I felt that there was nothing wrong, and strangely I followed his behavior, staring from toe to shoulder, to make sure that there was nothing strange about me. That woman made me lose my confidence.

"Hmm .. maybe he just saw a unique woman like me." I muttered to encourage myself.

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Bookstore is crowded with visitors. Probably because of the many interesting novels that have just come out. But not the latest novels is my goal. I just want an old novel.

I entered the jostle with the end. My eyes caught the situation on the shelves of novels. A lot of people there. On the front shelf of the top neatly lined the best-selling and latest novels.

My eyes moved quickly, peering at the bottom shelf looking for the title of a book published a few years ago. The book is no longer at the top.

Hopefully the novel will still be there, considering that the book is no longer in print. And this is the fifth bookstore I've visited. If I don't find the book, then good luck won't be on my side tomorrow.

I crouched down and kept looking. I read every novel title that exists but the title I want has not yet been found. Whereas when I was informed of the stock of books, the book was still one.

I didn't want to stop until I found the novel, I kept searching all the bookshelves that contained the novel. The sweat began to pour over me. My eyes also twitched because reading title after title of the existing novel. I think people kicked me a few times accidentally. I took a drink from the bag, I gulped slowly to increase the energy.

"Sorry!" said someone who had just stepped on the edge of her skirt and calf about my elbow. My right hand lost control because of the dark-skinned man's muscular calf strike. The water in the free-flowing bottle gushed out my face. I quickly dried my face by wiping the edge of the veil away in the wet, before people saw and laughed at me.

Geez, shit's right today. Now the front of my skirt and shirt is wet because of the messy behavior of the bearded man. A word of 'sorry' came out of his mouth without sin. It was as if the word 'sorry' could improve all of his class without looking at my circumstances. Now that he was gone, his style was so haughty, his right hand tucked in his pants pocket casually he read the titles of the novels on the top shelf. The black earrings on his left ear further made his appearance unattractive.

"Yes, it's okay" I said.

Two bookshelves have been completed by the coachman. Now it has started on the third shelf. The last shelf in this bookstore. The shelf is my only hope. I started looking from the left. Some novels of Balai Pustaka class neatly lined. But the novel I wanted I didn't find.

At the right end of the novel I did not find. I took a long breath. Desperate, of course. I steal people's eyes on me, they look at me like they've just lost something valuable, or maybe they're just feeling sorry for a woman whose clothes are a little wet. There are also those who give a look of dislike to my behavior that is still crouching in the corner of the shelf.

Since I got home from school, I have done nothing but look for the novel. Novels that are no longer in circulation.

I'm turning the brain. Anyway I have to find the novel so that my fate tomorrow is fine.

In front of this store there are shelves containing unsold novels, there are many translated novels that are sold. I'm a little relieved, hopefully I can find the novel there.

The novel must be there. The information in the search for the book could not have been wrong. There is still one copy left for the title I want.

A shopkeeper approached, "looking for the latest novel?" tanyakanya.

"Old novel, brother." I replied half in despair.

"What title?"

"Kinanti Galaxy, Brother."

"Oo, the Kinanti Galaxy, the stock is up, Dik, someone just bought it!"

"Just now, Brother?" tanyaku.

"Where are the people who bought it, brother?"

"He just came out, brother."

I stood up and it felt like all my lost spirit had gathered again. I need to find the guy who bought the book.

"How is it, brother?"

"High-bodied strapping, wearing white shirts and dark blue jeans- "

Not done yet said the shopkeeper immediately I cut to say thank you. I immediately rushed over, out of the shop looking for a person who might have the same traits as delivered the shopkeeper. I circulated the view to all corners of the spacious mall to look for the person the shopkeeper meant.

Many wore white shirts but did not wear dark blue jeans. Some wear dark blue jeans but don't wear white shirts. Some were wearing white shirts and dark blue jeans were so tall. Some wear exactly the same as the guard figure but his body is tall and stooped.

"Oh, God where to find that person in the mall that is hundreds of jengkal.

I walked over to the edge, looking at the crowd of people who were crowded the bridal fashion exhibition on the second floor. The voice of the host dominates half the room in this mall. I threw a glance back and forth in case my people were looking for it from an uninterested direction.

And my heart is beating fast. I finally found the person who bought the book, he was still holding the book with his right hand. He was standing behind the crowd, hiding his face from the direction I was standing. He faces the elevator door.

"Yes, God. Oh no! Don't go in!" I screamed at him. Instantly all the eyes of visitors who passed, including the shop edge shopkeeper was fixed on me.

As fast as lightning I went down the manual ladder so as not to lose it again. I reached the middle of the stairs and the elevator was open. Oh, my God, he's in.

I kept running down the stairs. No matter what people think of me. The important thing is that I found the novel. I wish I could find it at the exit below. Hope the elevator hits every floor.

My breaths. I lost fifty percent of my energy running down the stairs. I stood half-squatted to catch my breath. Both hands I put on my knees shaking, I saw the reflection of my face on the mall floor, my God is pale.

I set my breath to relax. I think I gave up here. My efforts are in vain. Better just go home. I need enough rest to face a tough day tomorrow.

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