Love In Longing
Ct. 15 ( Looking for you ... )

The young man in hair, Cinnamon Brown, pulled his medium-sized suitcase towards the exit. Where he was picked up by Mama Rania there. Until finally the mother and child embraced to release the longing that had been mountainous.

Remembering the two last met about 6 months ago, when Papa Nathan and Mama Rania visited the United States on business, as well as vacationing in the middle of the year.

"Mom didn't think you were going home!" Mama Rania, the great woman who has given birth to a handsome young man Arsenio Wilson.

Arsen just smiled as he kissed the mother of the two children's cheeks. And hugged tightly, as a form of how much he loved the Mother.

"What kind of important business to make my son who had not stepped on the homeland for a long time suddenly come home!" said the mother continues to chatter while rubbing the proud jaw of her son who 20 years ago still he held, and now his height has surpassed her.

"It's very important, Ma!" arsen's reply grabbed her by the mother's shoulder to ask her to walk towards the car that picked her up.

"About...?" mama Rania asked as if she wanted to guess.

"About.." said Arsen. "Secret!" he whispered in Mama Rania's ear.

"Boooyy!" mama Rania's chirps hit her son's arm hanging on his shoulder.

"Hehehe!" gelak Arsen who does not want to share stories about something that is not certain. Especially this time it's an old story that's frozen.

***

The sun has slipped perfectly into its clash. And the inhabitants of Earth certainly prefer to rest and end their busy lives, before starting again after the Sun rises and shines with its almighty light.

But it is not different with this young man. Since then he was busy at the study table in his room. The desk that used to be a silent witness when he did schoolwork for three years in the Capital. Although he was not very diligent in doing the task.

A laptop that always accompanies him is on the table. The screen is on but not for doing the seemingly endless lecture tasks. I am looking for information about a girl.

As a programmer and also an expert in the world of coding, it is certainly very easy for Arsen if you want to break into all access to find someone or everything that is hidden. More precisely, if he wants, of course the young man can be a Hacker.

Because he is doing it right now!

It's just that not everyone wants to commit fraud, and unlawful acts. Except for being forced as the young man is doing right now.

And the young man was looking for was the location point of Cla's mobile number. To make it easier where tomorrow he will meet the girl. At once check the accuracy of the Cla phone or not.

Coming to the homeland without telling anyone, except the family at home, makes Arsen reluctant to ask for Cla's mobile number on Naufal.

And again the young man does not have any social media accounts. So it is not easy to find someone only armed with a full name.

But not the descendants of Wilson coal entrepreneurs name, if he can not find what he wants to look for deliberately. Nearly an hour later, he got Clarice's phone number.

Soon he tries to track where the girl is now. At home is it? Or go enjoy a long Sunday night.

But with whom?

The thin lips smiled faintly a few minutes later, when it was found that Cla's phone was in the residence of Mr. Kenzo Adhitama.

Yes, of course Arsen is still very memorized where the house of Mr. Kenzo Adhitama. The wealthy businessman who is expected to be part of his family. Being a father-in-law, for example...

Man has the right to plan, and man has the right to want it. But still, the hand of God will determine.

"alright... See you tomorrow, Cla.." he mumbled looking longingly at the photo displayed in the profile picture column of the girl's WA number.

Where in the photo, black hair Cla is straightened straight. And the face that used to look adorable while at Senior High School, now looks more mature and more beautiful.

For 3.5 years he never saw Clarice again. In addition to causing longing, it also raises the question of what kind of beautiful face of the girl now if seen in real?

If in the past, according to the young people the most beautiful girl in class X-3 was Carrenina, then in the eyes of Arsen from the past to the present, the most beautiful girl is Clarice.

Arsen frowned when he saw that Cla's hair color had changed much differently. Without reducing the level of beauty Cla, the hair color of Cla is very contrasted with the smile displayed by the girl.

"Since when did she like to change her hair color?" mummified Arsen.

"Whatever the color of her hair, she'll still be beautiful!" he muttered then with a faint smile back.

***

The next day was Sunday. A good day for a walk for some people who do only have a holiday on that day. One of them is a schoolboy.

Time has shown at 10 a.m. Arsen, who just finished exercising and also tried the racing bike that he left behind, now looks neat and charming.

Black trousers in a pair with black tights anyway, then dark blue shoes with a little white and black patterns have wrapped his feet.

Dior's original watch was already coiled around his left wrist, which was white and looked quite stocky. The fingers were very attractive to some of the girls who saw it.

Where abroad there, a lot of students who hope to be touched by this fingers. Even if just shaking hands.

It's just that shaman is not a tradition that is often done there. So that in hope, of course touch in another form.

Arsen sat back in the study chair that is now his chair. Re-open the laptop screen to find where Clarice is currently.

What is seen on the screen is... Cla was on a highway that was no stranger to him. And it can be predicted if the girl is driving her car. Because Cla does prefer to carry his own car anywhere in between by anyone.

As Arsen asked, where did the girl go?

not wanting to stop just on tracking Cla's mobile number, Arsen idly looking for Naufal's position. And what he found was the same. Naufal is on his way.

The difference is, Arsen knows that Naufal's car is entering an elite housing complex that is known by the young man as the location of Gwen's house.

"That means Naufal is meeting Gwen.." he murmured. "Are you picking up Gwen?" ask again.

"Did they promise to meet?"

Sighing in a rough breath, the young man could only chestnut. Then he took his cell phone, typed something to send to someone.

Chat in chat messages...

"My order flower bucket is ready?"

"Once, Mr. Wilson. So it's taken or delivered to a specific address?"

"I'll take it!" reply Arsen.

Arsen grabbed a white jacket, which read Chanel and put it on by looking at the mirror standing firmly beside the door.

Hemm... The good looks of an Arsenio Wilson are not to be questioned. If it used to be alluring, what else now? As age increases.

Where his life abroad is only dominated by college and occasionally hang out with friends from among commensurate. And that makes fashion and self-care Arsen not messing around anyway.

Before leaving his room, the young man tracks down Cla's cell phone number through his laptop. To ensure the end point of the girl's goal.

Until finally Kelapa Gading Mall became the stopping point of Cla's mobile number. Arsen nodded his head, as soon as he realized that Cla had gone to the Mall.

"OK! See you, girl!"

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