Mr. Perfect & Miss Careless
Old friend

Ira felt so relieved that she was finally able to arrive at the exam spot in time. Before entering the exam room there are officers who examine Ira's body to make sure that there are no items or anything brought by the participants other than stationery. Based on the exam number obtained by Ira, she got the front seat of the second row after the entrance. Problem has been shared, all examinees have started working on the problem. Even so with Ira, although at first he was stubborn for fear of not being able to finish the exam well. However, the smile of the sumringah was finally etched on her sweet face. I don't know why he could do that so easily. Almost all the problems that were on the paper he had studied with the lover. Although it is not plek, at least there is a picture for Ira to answer all the problems in the paper.

"It turns out not only handsome, Mr. Arvin is also good at predicting problems like this," Ira praised in his heart.

One by one the examinees began to leave the examination site when time was declared to have run out, as was done by Ira, even though he had actually completed all the problems thirty minutes before time ran out, he tried to re-examine the answers he had written on his page.

"Ah, thankfully I was able to arrive on time" Ira said as she stretched her muscles as soon as she got out of the examination room.

"Qilla," said another examinee. Ira looked around, who knew there were people who had the same calling as her.

"You talking to me?" Ira asked while pointing at herself.

"Oh my goodness, Qilla. You don't want me?"

Once again Ira tried to pay attention to the person in front of her.

"Have you remembered?" ask the guy again.

Ira answered him with a slab. "I'm sorry, I really don't remember" replied Ira, who was accompanied by the grin of her horse.

The person in front of Ira is quite beautiful. She is also sweet, when viewed from the shape of her body, she is like a model.

"Well, I'm really disappointed, when we used to be good friends in High School" complained the man.

Good fella? Waitaminute! Ira recalls her High School years and she remembers that she had a best friend back in High School and it was only a year because she was with her parents moving out of the country. But what Ira remembers is that her best friend is somewhat cupid, she often wears thick glasses while at school. It was very different from the person currently standing in front of him.

"I did have one best friend at school, but she didn't look like you." Ira tried to be careful in saying she did not want to say something wrong that could hurt the hearts of others.

"He's a cup, right? Glasses and always looking down on the road?" continue that guy.

"Yes" Ira replied.

"That's me" said the man.

"Hana?"

Ira looked back at the man, she still could not believe that the person in front of her was her old friend, Hana.

"Hana? Where the hell have you been? Why didn't you ever tell me after moving?" ask Ira.

"long story. Let's just talk in the cafeteria and eat!" take Hana.

"Corn!" answer Ira.

Ira and Hana finally headed to the cafeteria in the building. After ordering food and drinks the two immediately sat down while chatting.

"I think you've gone to college before than me, you're a real pinter first."

"I wanted it to be, too, but I changed my mind. I have to look beautiful because I want to get the person I love. You know, I even went with the suckling, the lasik operation to get my eyes that were minus back to normal" Hana told me.

"Gee, it seems like you love that person so much that you're willing to change your appearance."

Hana smiling.

"If you can tell who he is?" ask Ira.

"We've actually been betrothed, but because her ex is a model, so I have to look more beautiful than that model. He's a young businessman, he runs his father's business" Hana replied at length.

"He's a businessman?"

"No. But, at this time he is in Jogja so I decided to study here," replied Hana.

"What's her name? Who knows I know?" ask Ira again.

"his name... Ar.... " Hana did not continue her words as her flat object rang. "Just a minute, Qil."

Hana's a little away from Qilla.