Missing Without Time Limits.
Remembered by the past

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The flash back on.

Ten years ago, exactly when Raga was still sitting in the third grade of High School,raga was the type of guy who was innocent, kind and impressed.

His parents were only tire patchers, who had a small workshop, while his mother, only a neighbor's laundry worker.

Since sitting in the first grade, Raga has been saving love for her classmates.namely Zivanna Arneta.the beautiful girl star of the school, she is smart and also rich.her father is a board member who has a sizable name.

Therefore, Abi can only hold his love in his heart he has no courage at all to express his feelings.

Actually he had a pretty handsome face, just because of his overly reserved nature he had no friends at all.

At the peak, when the third grade, Raga was no longer strong enough to harbor his feelings, he ventured to slip a letter about his feelings.

And right at the break, the rest of the class had already escaped, they took advantage of this short rest period, to replenish their body ammunition.

There was only Raga inside, with a sneak, he approached the seat of Zivanna who was in the front row.

Raga slipped her love letter, under the bag of the girl who had long been in her assessment.

After that, he returned to his stool, and continued to study it.Such is he, no day without learning.

Suddenly, a beautiful girl named Zivanna walks into class alone, she doesn't even want to be friendly with Raga, in her view it seems like Raga is invisible.

Before long, the girl seemed to turn to Raga, her face flushed with anger, a piece of paper clasped in her hand.

Raga's heart feels timid, especially when the aroma of expensive perfume that is exposed to the senses of smell, his body grows trembling.

"You're Raga, right?"Zivanna immediately asked.he stood arrogantly before Raga who even shrunk her guts.

"I.iya I'm Raga.."He did not even dare to meet the girl who had long ransacked his heart.

"What does this mean?"violently he squeezes a love letter from Raga, then throws it right in front of Raga.

"A..I love you Zie.."trembling the tone of Raga's voice sounded.he looked at the waist-turning Zivanna, scanning herself cynically.

"Is there no glass in your house?have you dared to declare love to me?"snapped Zivanna.her eyes glared sharply at Raga.

Raga's chest seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer, harsh words and full of contempt came out of the beautiful lips of Zivanna.he was unable to answer or defend.

"You don't know who I am?"ask Zivanna again..

"A..I know Zie.."his voice of Raga.netra seemed to be glazed.looking at Zivanna was full of disappointment."I'm sorry"

"Never do anything silly like this again, if you are still reckless, I will embarrass you more than this"After finishing saying those words, Zivanna rushed away leaving Raga stunned in disappointment.

Raga never expected Zivanna to accept her love, at least Raga knew herself.

He just wants to express his feelings, his love, his admiration for Zivanna.

The girl he thought was so perfect, but it turned out to be just an insult that he got from Zivanna's mouth, and maybe he'll never forget it for life.

I will prove to you Zie, I am worthy and worthy to accompany your life and when I succeed, I will look for Zie.

Flash back off.

Raga awakens from her daydream, the presence of a photograph of Zivanna, a beautiful girl who until now still occupies the throne in her heart.

No one can ever shift his name, from the heart of the deepest Raga.although sometimes it comes to hate, but never able to reduce or eliminate the love of Raga to Zivanna.

Raga harbors hope, if one day can find Zivanna again.if she is happy with her family, she will not bother.but if she is still alone, of course what will do.Sandra is on her side.

Raga wiping the corner of his eyes that began to dew.every memory of Zivanna, his first love, always can make him dissolve in deep sadness.if he had been successful like today, if he was born as a child of a rich man, if he had been born,maybe Zivanna will accept her love with open arms.

Raga did not turn on Zivanna's attitude that refused her outright, maybe if the other girl who shot her, would give the same reaction.

Moreover, Zivanna who comes from a rich family, she has lived with treasure since birth.

Raga threw his back to the bed, shortened the photo that began to blur it tightly.hopefully will be able to find it through a dream.

Raga closed her eyes, reciting Zivanna's name in each breath.

It turns out that after a long time, the feeling of love that is owned for Zivanna is not reduced in the least.and the grudges that he used to echo Every time, only discourse remains.

Zivanna, I miss you dear, Raga, and she's slowly slumbering into the dream world.

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The morning came, replacing the task of the night...

Zivanna was neat on the morning of the day.she wore light blue soft jeans and a tight long sleeve t-shirt top dark brown.Hair length has also been pigtailed.

Her beautiful face without excess makeup, looks so sumringah.either why, she woke up this morning with a very happy heart.

Occasionally humming a little.Zivanna enjoyed her life now.she learned a lot.Treasure wealth, fame, rank only a deposit, in the blink of an eye can be taken the owner without rest.

In the past when he was still victorious, the money never runs out of his wallet, black cards are also always in his hands.many friends, flocking to lick it.

But, after everything runs out without remaining, one by one his friends start to keep their distance, especially after the case that befell his father.even those who once claimed to be brothers slowly disappear without a trace.

Zivanna remained grateful, still given the opportunity to improve herself.she who used to be arrogant, and looked down on others, now can feel the lives of those who are below, like her today.

After all the looks felt fit, Zivanna spray perfume vanilla aroma soft, her favorite perfume since still triumphant first.lucky she can still buy it, because the price is quite expensive.

Zivanna flinched, because it was too fun to frown, so it did not feel like it was half seven, a very short time for her to go to work.

Then as fast as lightning Zivanna grabbed her sling bag that was on the hanger, behind the door.wearing sneakers in haste, then rushed to work.

Half ran him out of the alley where his boarding, towards the highway.waiting for the city transport that will take him to the GROUP AIRGANARA.

Seriate..

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