NOT PERPETRATORS
Remembrance of the Romance of the Past

I came home from the park with slow steps. Want to ask for clarity directly on Bastian mas. I want to ask this question soon. This heart is very sick. I walked through house after house, holding Arka's hand.

Arka and I went back home. This afternoon, the sun seemed to be hiding its rays behind the black clouds. The wind is blowing strong. I hit myself hard. Shaking sanitary ware. As if I understood my feelings at this moment. The sky began to shed its tears. Along with my crying.

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It's nine o'clock in the evening, Bastian's not coming home. I looked at the handsome face that was asleep. His face was exactly a small Bastian mas. People said, his hair, nose, and eyes, just his papa. While his lips go down my thin lips. He's my love for Bastian. I slowly peeled his face.

With the same pain. Suddenly my mind floated. Reflecting on my meeting with Mas Bastian. About that time. A time when we knew each other. It started with a university, where we went to college. When I was heartbroken. Behind the library door.

At that time, I was sitting in the library. My hand holds a novel. I am a lover of romantic novels. Since Dimas's departure, I've chosen to keep myself occupied by reading novels. I'm tired of thinking about it. Tired of waiting for him, with an uncertain relationship commitment. The prohibition from his parents. I'm getting sad. How can we be together, without blessing.

I still loved him very much at that time. Moving on from him is not easy. For many years we had a very sweet relationship. Then I have to swallow the bitter pill. Accept the fact that we are not at all condoned. His father Dimas once gave me a warning. But I really don't care about it. I was determined to keep my heart with him.

Until finally, I felt chaotic, desperate. The more days Dimas let me. We have a long distance relationship. Just half a year, Dimas in Uncle Sam's country, his attitude began to change. He said he was busy studying. But in fact, I saw a beautiful girl on her Instagram account. I tried to stalk the account. There are many photos of the girl with Dimas. I don't know who that girl is. She's very pretty. Although the poses are ordinary. However, I am very jealous.

Yeah, I'm jealous. Very jealous. Especially when she started to completely ignore me. I must firmly endure the jealousy accompanied by a tormenting lump of longing. Dimas may be busy studying for his doctorate. But should he forget me? While there, she can be with a beautiful and sexy girl, whom I now know her name is Nessa.

Dimas only replies to my messages at night. I had to be good at finding time to send him messages. Every day I have to make sure the hours, because California time with Indonesia is different. When in Indonesia during the day, then in California is night. I patented a specific clock to contact him. She's busy. So as to reply to my message alone, only a word two was broken.

I'm getting worried. Maybe Dimas has laid his heart on me. It anchors his love to another, newer and exciting love. Since then. I refused to call him again. Even Dimas didn't call me. I just muttered in my heart, is that as busy as he is?

I also decided to focus on my studies. The S1 title. Still with great disappointment and longing. Busying yourself is the right way to take your mind off. Attend various social activities on campus. Follow various other activities. And choose the library as a solitary place. After school, I always go there. This was the beginning of my meeting with Mas Bastian, a sweet, handsome guy who has now become my husband.

At that time my eyes were busy reading books, so that no one noticed me. Someone I've never seen before.

"Ghem!"

For a moment I glanced at a guy sitting opposite me. He smiled at me. But I was dumb, ignoring it. Continue reading in my hand.

"Can contacts?" he said while extending his hand.

I put the book on the table. Welcoming the hands of a handsome guy, with a charming smile.

"Muhammad Bastian."

"Imania Saraswati."

I'm pulling this hand back. A romance novel in front of me. That tall man still looked at me. Every now and then I glanced at him, and with each eye we met, he immediately put on a smile. This was the beginning of our meeting and meeting face to face.

For about half an hour, the guy sat in silence, just looking at me who was busy reading. Although it feels uncomfortable, in my heart feel bad, I still finish my reading which is only a few episodes. Accompanied by the guy who was still sitting opposite me. He just kept quiet, occasionally making a smile, while continuing to look at me.

After reading, I closed the novel. I went home. He also came out of the library. You weird guy! From then on he just quietly accompanied me without a word, except for the name, Muhammad Bastian.

I also went home. The next day at the library, the man whose full name was Muhammad Bastian reappeared while I was reading. For three days, he just accompanied me sitting without a word. He just looked at me. Sometimes he falls asleep. And when I went home, he came home. Really, weird guy!

The fourth day, still in the same place, the library. I went back to reading the novel. I suspect, he must have come again, in fact not. He did not come with me today. Until a week has passed. He no longer appears in the library.

It reminds me of Dimas. During high school, we met in the library. Find the right time and place to meet. Coincidentally back then, the high school students at my school, were not very interested in visiting the library. Only a few nerdy creatures came to the library. Perhaps, for them the library was a very boring place, because there were only books and bookshelves there. They are more interested in going to the cafeteria, to eat, snack, or just hanging out.

But for me and Dimas. The library has its own memories. It was the best place to steal the chance to date in school. Just spending time together. Because we rarely met outside, except Sunday night.

The day quickly passed. Still with pain that never subsides because of Dimas. I went back to the library. Read my favorite romance novels. At least this can divert the mind to not keep thinking about it. Bastian reminds me back to Dimas. His thick eyebrows, his pointed nose, and his high athletic posture. Like my prince elangku.

The next day even the handsome guy with the sweet smile did not come. For three days he was not seen here. I'm still sitting on the library bench with a new novel, I just read it. For a moment I thought of the man who had been with me for three days sitting in silence. I don't know why I suddenly remembered him. Or maybe he's a ghost. So only came for a moment, to get acquainted with me.

I put my reading novel on the table. My head turned, momentarily glaring at the library. Could there be a ghost waiting here? But, where is it possible? No, that's impossible!

And when I started focusing my eyes on reading again. Sound of voices calling me.

"Saraswati Imania!"

I looked towards the source of the sound. There's nobody in this room. Except for me, two girls at different tables. And a library guard.

"Saraswati Imania!" call again.

Suddenly my feathers stood up. And there was the sound of a little laugh behind the bookshelf.

Buk up!

I hit someone I knew a few days ago. He spontaneously caught my body that was about to fall because it hit him.

"Be careful" he said. For a moment our eyes stared at each other. Then he took off his hand that supported my back.

"Sorry, thank you" I said a little nervously.

"I'm sorry or thank you?"

"Sorry .. for bumping into you. Thank you for helping me not to fall,” I said again with a smile.

She also smiled sweetly. "I'm the one who's supposed to be sorry, scared you."

I was silent, a little blushed.

"Have you been looking for me these days?" said.

I nodded, then looked at him.

"I mean, do you miss me?"

I looked at him not understanding. Then he left the library, and left the guy who was still glued to the side of the bookshelf looking at me.

I decided to go home. But as I was about to leave the campus, someone intercepted me.

"I like you!" said suddenly.

I looked at him flat. In my mind, maybe this guy has gone a little crazy. We just met a few days ago. Then he told me he liked me. Isn't that weird?

"I like you!" said again.

I shook my head, not understanding. As it was about to pass, he even held my arm.

"I told you, I like you!"

"But I don't!" my answer.

"Why?"

"I only know your name. We just met a few days ago. We never even talked. How can you shoot me?" say him.

She laughs. "I didn't say I shot you."

"Huh?" I looked at him confused.

"I'm just saying, I like you. Will you be my friend?" said.

I feel ashamed. Maybe I was the one who misinterpreted. I think he shot me.

"I like you" he said again. "Maybe, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I love you."

- CONNECTED --

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Hi ... Dear Readers? Author will invite you to reminisce about the past, the romance of Imania and Bastian during college. You guys don't know yet, do you? How they could love each other and decide to get married.

Ima really loves Bastian. Or Bastian is just an Imanian escape. Did Bastian really love Imania? Why did Bastian cheat? And what secret is there about Imania and her father Dimas?

Well, there are still a lot of secrets that will open in the next episode, huh? Author accidentally Flash Back the past.

So, follow along? There will be more baper later.