Love That Starts With Hate
EPILOGUES

I saw his figure back there. I once felt that in fact it was only a shadow because he had gone away from me. I can still feel the touch of his hand in my hand which then disappears in a moment. Like the air around us, it converts its figure into dust that disappears. However, there was still the coldness of his touch on my hand.

I thought he was dead. But, when I woke up in the middle of the night and in my mind kept waiting for him to come by then, it made me disappointed that he would not actually come back. It was me who died in his life. Yes, that morning I packed all my things and waited for a wedding party I could go to with a companion. But, on that happy day, I came back crying because I didn't even have the right to know who she was starting to live with.

I'm heading for the train station. My wish at that time, was the same as today's coming home. All the old memories chased me back to the walls I passed, as if calling me to turn and remember that if I did not return once, I would be considered completely dead to anyone who had ever known me. Then the memories during ‘liveku’ seemed to be clearly reflected in front of me.

But, the train had arrived when I was just standing on the platform and a woman was back to chattering through the loudspeakers. I waited a while before I could get on with the other passengers.

Yeah, I'm going home.

As soon as I sat in the carriage, I felt not really relieved. There was still a bit of a heavy feeling that was rather excruciating. I also glanced at the screen of my phone timidly –when it was my own. But, quite disappointing because no one contacted, although also not expect…

Enough!, I limited my mind that had surpassed the awang-awang that would probably make me even more disappointed.

What... what do I expect?

A call? Short message? Saying goodbye? Or is there someone who will stop me before the train goes?

I heard the sound of the train starting to move. Friction of engine and wheels on hard rails.

Ah, who wants to stop me?, I threw that ridiculous hope out of my head.

I was stunned, looking ahead, and immediately wanted to go down. If I move now, maybe I can. But, I closed my eyes. Recollecting when you first came to Jakarta chasing a dream. Pain pierced my chest. I know that even though it's been a long time, it's still scratched in there and it never healed. Somehow I felt that the wound was never there whereas every memory of it I was in pain.

Slowly the train moved, yet I had not said goodbye as a ritual of starting a new life. I turned my head outside, through the window panes, where the station began to lag. Well, I finally left everything behind even though I couldn't take it off…

My Evil Boss - End's

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Disappointed with the ending? I can feel your disappointment with this unhappy ending. But, didn't I say from yesterday that there was still a continuation? So, don't go suudzon! Hahahha

Just a reminder, the sequel My Evil Boss already comes with the title Getting Her Heart Back. From the title itself you already know that the sequel will be taken from Harrish's point of view. A penis? Read the Synopsis Getting Her Heart Back.

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