Loved Brondong
I'll find you

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Whatever an unexpected meeting. Destiny will keep going in the right place. Eza didn't plan, neither did Yasmin. But whose heart knows. Love is still love. Regret is useless.

“Senja, if only time could be replayed, I wouldn't say that ridiculous agreement. You know, now my heart hurts so much to lose you. I am a fool!” Eza cursed himself in annoyance.

Eza picked up another piece of paper at the table. Instantly his eyes warmed up, as he looked at the rows of numbers neatly lined up on the paper, forming a number of twenty million.

“Cek? What does this mean, Dusk?” His heart raged, there was little disappointment in the giving of the check. Indirectly, Yasmin considers Eza a tour guide by paying for his sightseeing services.

“What kind of humiliation is this!” Eza grimaced wryly and tore the check, then scattered it into the air.

Which man does not feel humiliated and demeaned when he is paid by a woman. Just like he sold himself. He never wanted this at all.

Eza was getting frustrated, his body being dropped back on the sofa. His gaze was blankly staring at the corner of the room where no Yasmin items were left.

“The flower? What does Dusk take him?” Eza gasped in memory of the flower bouqet she had given him just a moment ago. He stood up and ran to the toilet, checking if the flowers were in the bathroom, or if he had even crushed them and thrown them in the trash.

“You brought it, Dusk. You brought my gift.” A faint smile and tears were painted on Eza's face.

“I'm so sure, you also have the same taste as me. The love will be reunited, no matter when it comes. Thank you for introducing me to true love,” muttered Eza who was sitting limp on the front floor of the bathroom.

“I'm lonely, Dusk. I felt it deeply and it might be permanent. Because circumstances like this might never go away until I find you. But, I welcome the loneliness of the moment by remembering you. Thank you, I am happy to know you.”

Eza rubbed his slightly wet eyes, erasing the traces within his memories that were filled with Yasmin. Slowly, his feet stepped out and closed the door. He took a deep breath, trying to neutralize all thoughts about Yasmin, trying to throw her away so that she did not dissolve in sadness.

“Life continues, Eza. Are you just gonna keep crying? Basic crybaby!” Inner Eza struggled with his thoughts.

“Goodbye, Senjaku. I love you so much.”

Eza closed the door of the room, he was like a man who had lost his way, out of nowhere he should go now. Usually, he only spent time with his Senjanya. For this time, maybe he will think about ending his vacation. Bali is so painful when all is already a memory.

"I'll find you. Wherever you are. Even if I have to go to the end of the world, I'll explore."

His resolve is round. Eza won't give up. After he was sure that Yasmin also felt the same way as herself. That love is also in that woman. Eza doesn't clap one hand. He had been wrong all this time.

"Senja, wait .. I'll make you mine. How it talks."

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