Started In Paris
Unconcerned

"Oh so you're a participant too?"

I'm nodding. He smiled anyway. This guy is really very humble, from earlier he asked me this. She sat beside me, trying to keep her distance.

Vani why so long? Is the shop far away? It would be inappropriate for a girl to sit alone with a guy like this, let alone this at night, what would people say later.

I rubbed both my palms, blew them, the air was very cold.

"The air is cold, people here may be used to it, but for you it may be the opposite" he said, folding both hands. I kept quiet and didn't answer. "Hows it? Has the process started?" Ask me.

"Ah, no. Maybe tomorrow I'll just conceptualize it" I explained. He nodded lightly.

"Sister this is a stick...nyaa!" Beware of someone from behind. Apparently Vani just came while carrying a bag of plastic. However, the girl's gaze was fixed on Reynard. The man smiled to greet Vani, but the other case with Vani, he did not express himself.

"Oh same thing" said Vani.

"Yes, just got to know" I said.

Reynard could only smile to see me and Vani speak Indonesian loudly, of course he did not understand. I chuckle in my heart. I offered him the potato stick to Reynard, he refused.

"Zulfa, excuse me!" Sergey Reynard to me.

"What's the rush?" I stammered in reply.

"Yes, it's late" he said, "it's cold you go home" he continued. As if my heart stopped, my blood froze. She who? Astaghfirullah, don't geer you Zulfa.

I nodded, he left too. I could only watch his back drift away. Is a girl a form of attention?

"Sister!"

"Eh yes Van, we go home now" I said who actually did not understand what to say. Vani who is with me can only be amazed at my attitude.

Bllusshhhhc. Ah, I was made to flutter by him.

The park is getting quiet, Vani and I are walking home. Suddenly a snow came towards me, I looked up. Slowly one or two grains of snow began to fall, I rubbed my head, wet.

"Oh snow?" I said slowly.

"Yes, brother"

Soon it will snow, the air will get colder, freeze everything. Maybe my heart too.

****

After eating steak with Vani, I went into my room. My eyes are sleepy, but I don't want to sleep. I sat on the floor, looked at the window, folded my hands together on the lip of the window and propped up my chin there, staring out at the highway.

The road began to be slippery, snowflakes had piled on the road. Some of the streets were covered in the cold white matter. The cold air was getting more piercing, but it didn't work for me. I daydreamed.

I don't know why I've been haunted by Abi's face. That man really stole my heart's space, so that maybe no more men will live there.

I've known Abi since I was in college, he's a good friend, a faculty member with me. Always respect women, be polite, friendly, humble, whatever it is. He managed to disturb my heart which was never disturbed by anyone.

But I chose to be quiet. Shut up with my feelings for her. Because I feel unworthy of her, there are women who are more like me. The proof, he got the girl he loved at this time.

When I heard that he was getting married right out of his mouth, I was destroyed inside out, but what was my day?

There's no way I'd cry out and ask her to cancel her marriage to her chosen girl and force her to marry me. Silly indeed.

I immediately cast aside the shadow about Abi, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't do it. I took a deep breath.

Suddenly Reynard's face appeared. I was stunned, why did that foreign man cross without any excuse in my mind? I shook my head in a huff. Remembering her words earlier as if I was carried away.

Astarghfirullah's. I'm growing increasingly foggy with my own mind and heart. I got up from my seat. Walk towards the bed. I need rest, my brain needs rest. This may be the effect of going out all day.

I slammed my body into the bed, pulled the blanket, then drowned my body behind it. I forced my eyes to sleep. The cold air had penetrated all the way to the ribs, I curled up in the cold under the blanket.

****

On the other hand a man was standing behind the window of his room holding a cup of coffee in his left hand. Stare blankly out the window. However, his mind was only on one person.

The veiled girl from the land of a thousand temples has disturbed her heart. Just got to know but the man was immediately captivated by her. However, as much as possible he did not understand his feelings, there are many reasons for him.

He sipped his coffee. The girl's face was still hanging in wishful thinking, very hard to forget.

He walked to the sofa, on the desk there was a laptop that had lit up without use. He picked it up, his fingers started dancing on the keyboard, I don't know what he was doing.

For sure he tried to forget the girl, because obviously he would not be able to have it. He assumed, maybe his feelings were just passing through, just disturbing his heart, then soon will go away, just disappear.

****

"Eh jatoh!"

I picked up a bolpoint belonging to me that fell on the floor.

After a very mature concept of the clip, this afternoon I intend to visit the first place I will take the video clip.

My preparation has actually been since I was in Indonesia, so here it only takes a little revision. Assisted with the guidance of Aneeta, during the amsih in Indonesia I almost finished the preparation.

The list of shots is quite a lot, there are several sheets of white paper that I made one with stapless. It's all written, just a little graphic or whatever. On the laptop that I bring there are also several applications for editing clips later.

I put the paper in a backpack, I brought a camera along with the charger and spare battery, I also brought a tripot, even though it was not really needed, I just brought it, I took it, maybe I need.

After putting in all the gear I say goodbye to Mrs Bill, saying that I'll be home as late as possible. Mr. Bill offered to take me to my destination, but I refused.

I couldn't avoid it when the couple forced me to be delivered. I finally collapsed. Mr. Bill drove me in his car parked in the basement.

The first place I visited was the Arc de Triomphe. It only takes about 20 minutes to get there.

Along the way my brain kept working in silence, started to conceptualize it, I kept it neat in memory, hopefully I don't forget.

"Do you need to be picked up?" Ask Mr. Bill who surprised me. I who sat in the back seat stammered in response.

"No need sir, I can go home by myself" I said.

Seen in the front rearview mirror, Mr. Bill smiled as he nodded slowly. This middle-aged old man appreciated me a lot during my stay at his apartment. He was so kind, sometimes even bothering to take me to the mosque for prayer, even though I could do it in the apartment only.

Mr. Bill said, he saw many Muslims go to worship there, so he thought all Muslims should worship there. After I explained if I could do it at home, he seemed shocked and incredulous.

Although he is non-Muslim, but he really understands and respects people who have different beliefs with him.

I don't feel like I'm Samapi at my destination. After Mr. Bill came home, I immediately got closer to the monument. I don't believe it, mixed. A village girl like me managed to set foot on this famous monument, I was deeply moved.

So great is the blessing of the Almighty bestowed upon me. Tabarakallah.