Never Not
Ch. 11: Stalker

The world sometimes looks cramped with that cast alone.

Natya lay staring at the ceiling of her room. He is still trying to digest the long story of Nada about his life. A version of the revelation of sad eyes that Natya often witnessed when she met the girl. Including the first time he met Nada without the girl he knew.

Until now, after Nada told her story and Adrian, Natya did not tell that the sadness of Nada that she first saw was not at Starbucks, but in Staccato's parking lot on Valentine's Day. Natya remembers Nada waiting alone at the restaurant until she followed the girl to the parking lot and saw her crying in the car.

Nada and Natya's own story disturbs Natya's mind. She did not expect that Arinta's boyfriend was the one who took a big hand over Nada's grief. Natya is not sure if Arinta knows that Nada is the one person's prayer that has ever been in Adrian's life. A sheet that was torn apart by Adrian because he did not like the storyline.

Natya remembers Kay once told a glimpse of Arinta who had an up and down relationship with her close friend. The story that at that time Natya regarded as Kay's essay behind to describe what he and Kay lived. But it turns out everything is real. Adrian and Arinta. Adrian and Nada. Including Natya herself. He did not know what role he was in at the moment, but to be sure, he did not want to end up being someone who caused the crying on Nada's face to spread even more.

Natya closed her eyes and placed her arms over her eyes.

He never expected the night would turn like this.

...•••...

"Si Arinta is the same with Natya?"

Frinta's busy hand scavenging her favorite potato chips stopped immediately. Their lunch this time was tinged with Frinta's cries and moans as Nada told her what happened to her on Sunday night.

"Yup, but that's not really the point, babe. In the end, I told him everything."

"You and Adrian?"

Tone is weak.

"Gosh, what a very K-Drama." Frinta nodded in disbelief.

"I know." Tone massaged his head slowly. He did not drink too much but the influence he felt on Sunday morning still had an impact until this moment. She remembers how she and Natya became quiet all the way home. Natya escorts him to the boarding house and they only talk potluck in the car.

"But, actually there is no influence also on lo or Natya. Because after all Natya to Arinta especially to Adrian there is no such bond. They are just someone that he knows, appropriately." Frinta comforting Nada.

"You're right... But, somehow it still feels weird."

"Udahlah, lupain aja. What happens in Saturday, stays in Saturday."

Tone was trying to instill that too in his head. After all, he and Natya were still in the early stages. Although it started with a slightly complicated story, at least he felt it had no effect on them.

"Mba Tone! Frinta MBA!"

Tone and Frinta found Terra waving her spirit towards them. Gucci's paper bag was in the girl's hand. Frinta looked at the paper bag and then at Terra's radiant face.

"Well, shopping for a new bag, Ra?"

"Kat Dhito's. He said he had a friend for his birthday. So, he was nitip necklace with earrings."

Frinta 'O' without a sound. But after that, he continued. "You too I'm a friend of Dhito's." Tada stepped on his friend's foot slowly.

"Bareng us yuk, Ra. Did you eat?"

"Udah brother. But, this is back." Terra was still standing near them.

"Oh yes, back to the office. We're done, too" bargained the tone directly. She and Frinta completed the payment and the three of them headed straight for the parking lot.

Terra laughed at Frinta's outspoken question. "Friends, Brother. Uh, but rather, his friend Natya's sister." Terra thought for a while before suddenly continuing with vigor. "Well, don't-don't Mba Nada know either."

"Hm?" The tone that was driving so suddenly deg-degan.

"Waso?" Sahut Frinta full search.

Terra shakes. "No. Brother Kay."

"Natya's daughter?" This time, Nada asked. Frinta's neck immediately hurt as she turned her head so quickly towards Nada.

"Huh? Who?"

"Not."

Frinta and Terra both react at the same time.

"Lo first, Ra." Frinta is welcome because she realizes Terra is their current informant. If he is surprised enough he keeps it to himself.

"Not her boyfriend, Natya. But, his deketing friend. I'll tell you the truth," Terra replied not too sure. "Emang Kak Natya did not tell Mba Nada. He said last Sunday night both ways?" terra Goda.

"Well, you know, Ra. Cool too," complimented Frinta. He thinks Terra could also be recruited as a spy for the development of the story of Nada.

"There is no story for Natya. In fact, it seems like there is no right moment to also scream about his friends. "

"Oh... But, I still do not think that Natya Sis same Mba Nada can know each other. Natya's sister was also quite closed that."

"Whose ex is he?" Frinta hastily welcomes all the opportunities that exist to dig deeper about Natya.

"No idea anyway... I'm actually not really close to Natya. Only yes he often stopped by the apartment to meet Brother Dhito. I don't stand it either. I just know that Natya's sister is close to Kay."

"Si Kay is such a great friend?"

"It looks like. I've seen it firsthand, too. If not often. Mba must've seen it too."

"Huh? Who?" Frinta was suddenly confused.

"Sir Kay is that artist. She was just a model. Catherine Lee." - Catherine Lee."

"What?!" pekik Frinta's.

The tone itself was actually almost braking suddenly. Fortunately, he was able to maintain his consciousness. Duh, this is Terra coming to bring some shocking news.

"Well, crazy... My brain needs to digest everything first." Frinta nodded her head slowly. He did not expect that suddenly the story Nada was like a spider network.

Terra herself was confused. Is he wrong to say yes? Or mostly talking?

While Tone, he took a heavy breath. There is a lot he doesn't know about Natya. And vice versa. Nada doesn't know how to react to hearing Natya's unique circle of friends.

The most terrible of all, Nada suddenly realized, is now she also a shadow of a Catherine Lee in Natya's life?

The trip back to the office also felt longer for Nada.