Love (But)Need Certainty
Just One

Romi focused on the screen before him, though his brain struggled to concentrate. He tries to avoid the attacks received by the characters in the game. But his brain actually avoids his mind to stay still at one point and travel away from the game world that Romi is diving into.

Romi covered his face with both hands when his character was finally dead lying stung by the attack of machine guns. Anxiety and disappointment spread to the crown. Romi ruffled his own hair with all his might. Then with a sag she lay back on the bed.

He then closed his eyes to expel this strange and abnormal feeling. But as soon as he closed his eyes, the images of Rizky and Karina's intimacy appeared unsolicited. His heart became hot, even though Romi knew very well he should not feel that way.

Romi got up from his seat and opened the door of his room. Soon the aroma of the afternoon breeze decorated with the smell of cooking spices from street vendors greeted Romi's nose.

already want magrib aja. He has been playing games from morning to afternoon, he has not played games for a long time. Of course he usually always has a 'schedule'. But this time he didn't even plan a date. It feels very lazy, and besides that it feels one by one women start to stay away from him (still not aware of Sofia's work).

Romi stepped out of his boarding house and walked down the alley to the highway. While taking a breath enjoying the twilight breeze Romi so think, whether he is no longer attractive to the extent that he seems to be shunned. If Sofia heard Romi's thoughts right now, she would laugh out loud....

Arriving at the side of the highway Romi then turn to the right and continue his footsteps. After passing through a cheap lodging house and an empty house he arrived at a dull yellow building. The writings of the Prosperous Pharmacy are emblazoned on the door of the two-door shophouse that was made one. But this isn't a pharmacy, it's Romi's grocery store for a long time. The owner was lazy to change the writing on the wall so it was left alone.

Romi reached into his left and right pockets. It felt like a few pieces of money in his right pocket. Romi stepped in with a shunt while glancing left and right looking for something that might improve his mood.

Two coolers the size of a closet look so attractive with a variety of drinks adorning the shelves. Maybe those drinks can help, at least that's Romi's idea.

Romi opened the red glass door and picked up a small sprite can. Suddenly a car parked in front of the grocery store. The luxury car attracted the attention of everyone, including Romi who is now even looking at the beautiful car.

Out of it came a couple dressed neatly as a young executive. They may not be older than Romi. His wife held a child aged about 1 year while behind him another child who may have entered Elementary School followed his mother.

Romi squinted his eyes at the husband in the blue shirt. And like a light bulb lit up in his brain he immediately recognized the man.

it's magical!! original magic!!! he said surprised in his heart.

What makes the scene magical is because the husband who just got out of the car was his classmate in college. And that person is none other than a Ridwan...

If Romi is famous as a playboy, then Ridwan is a type of super playboy. No one can rival Ridwan on matters of the heart. In one faculty alone he could date ten women at once. His handsome looks and thick pockets became an invincible capital to dominate the heart of the girl he wanted.

And now, when even Romi has just been weighing serious affairs about his love affair, Ridwan shows up with two children. Romi guessed it should be with Ridwan's behavior in the past, he might even be reluctant to marry at all.

Romi could not help but be surprised and amazed by this appearance, he immediately approached Ridwan who was guiding his first child.

"Yes!" Romi reprimanded while patting Ridwan on the shoulder.

"Eh! oh my goodness where are these kids hahaha!!" said Ridwan smiled broadly while shaking hands with Romi.

"that's your playboy haha," Ridwan said.

"Gua son soleh if dibandingin same you huh hahaha, eh but seriously when to marry? I have two children" Romi asked a little seriously.

"Haha! well how, can not also continue to play games," replied Ridwan briefly while responding to his son who was persuading to buy chocolate.

The answer was so short, solid, and easy to understand. But the simple answer was stinging in Romi's chest, it felt like being reprimanded by teachers at school for reasons not to do PR.

"Have you married?" ask Ridwan.

The no less stinging question.

Romi shook his head while smiling wryly.

"Well, ntar also met his soul mate, relax aja. but yes do not over time also haha, not young.our parents may want to hold a grandson.. if you have a child also spaced our children the same we will not be far away. still healthy nemenin them until old right.well but that's the hell I digress a wise sok that's hahaha," said Ridwan cheerfully patted Romi's shoulder which can only come to laugh alone can not comment.

A few moments later Ridwan said goodbye to leave and did not forget they had exchanged Whatsapp numbers, maybe needed in other times.

Romi waved with a forced smile when he saw his old friend drive away in his car.

It felt like the universe was telling him to change. Romi walked back from the stall with slow steps, in his mind he was a little motivated and a little hurt. Seeing the state of Ridwan that can change, of course, means he can change. But on the other hand there is heartache because it is as if he is being insinuated, reminded, reprimanded. Romi knows what the reason he feels that way is, but he is reluctant to admit that his playful actions are not good. But his logic continues to search for excuses and justifications for what he has done.

He needs love.it can't be doubted.he needs attention..

Before entering his boarding room, Romi's steps stopped for a moment when he was about to open the door leaf attached to dozens of stickers.

The love.. Attentions.. Desire.. Longs.. The affection... Slowly he began to rely on one decision, or maybe also arguably a conclusion...

All the feelings in his heart actually do not need many sources to fulfill it all..

just one..

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