Longed Love
"The strange Malay man"

“Bell.”

The girl named Bellamina San Gabriella cleared her throat slowly, she looked at her close friend. He shows Dean a photo of Bella, seen only a pair of hands between Dean and a girl, Tata. With no words attached, Bella bit her lower lip. He's clucking without a sound, “Si Dean already has a girlfriend, you know? But just the hands posted? A shy? Or how? Beautiful isn't? Exceed you mean I.”

“Gue don't know,” said Bella understood the direction of her friend's conversation. His hand slightly clenched, index finger tapping on the surface of the table created an irregular melody. Bella regulates her emotions, she smiles sweetly then puts her shoulders indifferently.

Bella realizes a thing that can be used well, “Lo still no class, ‘kan? I'm back first, bye!”

Her friend simply nodded her head while waving her small hand at Bella. Elsewhere, Dean observed comments on his latest post about the same thing Tata did. The girl chuckled softly, it was just a photo with the object of their pair of hands showing a patterned bracelet on her wrist. They got the object after playing shooting objects at a kiosk where they were dating. Looking beautiful in the eyes of Tata so he asked Dean to point the wooden bullet at a pair of bracelets.

Tata frowned at reading the foreign name in part of the comment, he blinked his eyes when he found out the comment that had the name had disappeared. He looked at Dean, about to question something but he chose silence. Maybe Dean has not been able to explain to him, there are times when a person's privacy is closed and stored perfectly how tight the relationship bonds.

“She's your new boyfriend, De?”

Dean stopped his steps when he heard a familiar voice, “Ngapain lo?” Dean asked in an implied cold tone. She's Bellamina San Gabriella, Dean's ex-lover. The girl reached out her hand to Tata, “Bella, greetings to the new girlfriend Dean.”

Tata smiling friendly, “I Tata, greetings know Bella.”

Bella switched on Dean, “Which are her taxes?”

“Sok knows.”

Tata smiled awkwardly at the interaction of the two, “Dan's new girlfriend, how can you guys be?”

“Tata.”

“Dan's new girlfriend, who likes it first?”

Tata a little distracted with the mention of Bella, “Both, maybe?”

“Wah, crazy. May like the same different beliefs.”

Tata was silent, the throbbing in his chest was painful. Dean chokes while Bella smiles meaningfully, Bella learns the difference when she sees Tata wearing her hijab. Dean gently pulls Tata's shoulder, “I'm straight not lo.”

Tata divorced them, “Sama-sama past, don't fight. Bella what's going on here?” The girl asked softly, “Meet Dean only, anyway. I'm curious as pretty as what's new.”

Tata watched Dean, his hand outstretched slightly pulling his lover's shirt. Seeing her ex-lover's relationship limited touch, Bella chuckles softly.

“Hold you kayak gini relationship? You used to be able to touch as much.”

The sentence Bella provokes Dean, “Crazy,” said Dean then gently grasped Tata's hand and invited her to continue their steps leaving Bella. Dean hides Tata's whereabouts behind his back as Bella pursues their steps and stops in Dean's presence. Bella tilts her body looking at Tata's tiny body from behind Dean's sturdy back, “See Dean's new girlfriend has the same face I.”

Hearing that, Tata paid close attention to Bella's pretty face line. Black mane with brown coloring on the half of the mane, beautiful eyelashes, eyeshadow color that looks natural, soft lips with a combination of lipgloss, Tata distract him.

Bella is so beautiful.

“She is prettier than lo.”

Bella smiled meaningfully, her hands she hid from behind her body. Bella pulls over, giving Dean and Tata travel space that is delayed because of her. Bella notices her ex-lover with her new companion, hand grabbing her three-camera phone. Bella typed a sentence into some of her friends, she gave a small smile. Bella turned to look at someone who seemed to be talking to her, it was just a group of young men who were only interested in her beauty. Bella flicked her shoulders indifferently then walked into her car and drove towards her residence.

“Why hesitate?”

Dean clenched his hand to hear Tata's sentence, “Do not beat up the girl.”

Tata nodded her head understanding Dean's intent, “You want to shop?”

“Iya.”

Bella spilled over her body, her eyes looking at the sky of the room. His mind was reviewing the memories of the relationship between him and Dean. Bella grabs her cell when she feels a tremor, her lips comment on the smile of seeing her friend fill the chat room. He chuckled softly, a small grin painted from behind his flat object.

“Where, yes?” he murmured while closing his eyes. Netra shine back in sight, “How do they like each other?”

Bella doesn't understand.

The grip on the phone tightens as if it is able to destroy objects in it. The sound of falling objects was heard, the glass screen of his phone cracked. Bella throws her phone, she breaks the expensive thing as an emotional outlet. Bella went from her room to her father's office, and asked him for a new cell phone.

The grip was not only done by Bella, but Dean also did it when he saw the instastory of an application from his friends. They have similar topics, different religious relationships. He whispered, Dean knew the mastermind behind the satire of his friends.

He doesn't understand Bella, Dean massages her nose. His finger opened the contact information, he canceled the blocking of Bella's phone number. Dean tries to contact Bella but only the voice of the mobile card operator is heard and the ringing calls. Bella couldn't possibly block him, Dean found out. Dean turns to his friend's contacts, he reads a sentence from his friend via a screen notification. He opened the chat room, his finger typing a sentence.

[Gue knows, but I'm more choosy now than Bella.]

Some of his friends tried to call him, they disturbed Dean's composure. Dean was about to deactivate his phone but the screen showed Tata sending him a photo. That's a photo they did at a photobooth stand at the place of the previous game rides. Dean painted his smile, they seemed to be enjoying their story.

[Good.]

Dean typed the word into Tata, his hand turning to touch the call icon on Tata's contacts. The girl's voice was soft, Dean forgot his frustration. Ignoring the other vibrations on his phone, Dean chooses to enjoy the atmosphere between himself and Tata. Dean heard Tata's voice say looking for a bergo hijab, Dean cleared his throat without a sound seeing the voice phone transfer into a video.

Tata waved his hand at the phone camera when he saw Dean's face, “Kangen?”

“Nggak.”

“Ngapain videos?”

Tata shuts down the camera.

Dean chuckles at reading that sentence, “Where's your pretty face?”

Tata re-activated his camera, “Kangen, yes?”

Dean flicked his shoulders, “Gak.”

Dean turned off the camera.

Tata smiled, “Why?”

“Let me know that I don't miss.”

They just miss each other, that's all.