Still In Love's
EP. 25. The Girl's

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In the evening at a coffee shop, Albi and Bian sat across from each other while enjoying a cup of coffee latte and a plate of western dishes available at the coffee shop.

There was no conversation between them, the two focused for a moment to enjoy their respective food and drinks, the accompaniment of live music seemed to evaporate their fatigue after spending a day in the operating room and making patient visits.

Bian was stunned while playing the lip of the cup using his index finger, recalling the beautiful girl who had accidentally climbed in the same elevator as him this afternoon.

“Lo why, anyway? Strange, you know, no, diem is like that. So scared me. Stress lo?” The astonished Albi awakened Bian from his reverie. The guy immediately snorted irresponsibly like that.

“Gue just thought of something.” Sahut Bian looked at the coffee latte inside the cup whose bushes began to run out.

“What thoughts? Debt?” Chirps Albi origin, but curious waiting Bian tell a story.

Bian clucked. “Ya no, lah. Ngaco lo.”

“Ya keep what? My wonder anyway, tumben-tumbenan you can think.” Tanya Albi sneered, making Bian again snort misgivings.

“Tadi afternoon I . . .” Bian's answer hangs seeing the arrival of Blue and Bhishma. They do each other first bump.

As Blue said before, they will shine.

Four handsome guys who used to be stars in High School now shine again by working in the same hospital, after they both finished their medical school education.

Because working in the same place, it is not difficult and not infrequently they can get together like this on the sidelines of their busy handling patients.

“Why, lo, Bi? Tousled, tuh, kayak face failed release.” Albi Ejek nyeleneh saw the disheveled face of Blue, making a burst of laughter Bian and Bisma immediately heard.

Blue rolled his eyes puffed. He chooses to pluck Albi's food, lazy enough to avenge Ob-Gyn's ridicule.

“Yaa how not to fail, people there are girls who just straight away he told backwards.” Timpal Bhishma also mocked, considering that Blue is anti-chick. “You shouldn't do that, lah, same girl. Minimal love their chances so they can deket same lo, cake. Watch out later you get karma like girls, girls don't want.”

His blue espresso that a while ago datag, then jerk his cup on the coaster because irritated to see his friends have not also stopped laughing.

“Whisper lo all.” Blue yelled annoyed.

Blue still hasn't assuaged his frustration at Papa's remarks this afternoon. It turned out that the old man was indeed serious about matchmaking. She was really not interested in this, moreover what she would be betrothed to was a beautiful girl with a good education and career.

Blue snorted while clutching the arm of the cup. Blue never wanted to be interested in a beautiful girl.He always thought that the smart beautiful girl would always want to be the center of attention or seek male validation above all else.

Blue doesn't like it, he better not get married.

“Gue reckon, you should also be consul about the other, deh, same Doctor Johan. I'm afraid you're having a sexual orientation disorder.” Ejek Bian who immediately got a tos from Albi.

“Campret! Bacot lo three ask me for a mutation?” Blue's growl threatened his three friends. But apparently the threat did not work.

“Lagian wonder aja many beautiful girls are as sexy queueing, no one you like. Bego, lo.” Bian clucked while shaking his head, then sipped the rest of his coffee.

“Ya does not mean I am sexually disoriented, dong?” Seahut Blue ketus, do not accept painted like tiu.

“But in reality you turned into a ten-door refrigerator when faced with girls.” Bisma. “Except the same Luna maybe yes. But you also said you do not like him and already nganggep brother.” Added later.

Blue snorted, stared intently at Bhishma, then spoke coldly. “Crazy times, yes, I like Luna.”

“That's it, right. Not everyone thinks of their sexual orientation. Even Aunt Lisa same Om Rendi aja worried very gegara lo do not like the same girl.” Albi said put the piece of pastry into his mouth to the brim.

“Maybe this is one of the reasons they are looking for a soul mate for lo.” Bian replied and immediately reciprocated a flick of fingers agreed by Albi.

Blue breathes rough. Can't fight Bian's words. Suddenly he was worried about himself. Not just skeptical of pretty girls. But he admitted that he never felt attracted to any girl. Even if it was Luna who had been with him since childhood.

“By the way, she's beautiful, isn't she?” Bisma asked, elbowing the arm of Blue sitting next to her. The guy with the braces seemed to raise his eyebrows while smiling meaningfully.

Blue sniffed, then said lazy. “No matter I.”

The bisma extended her lower lip forward full of scorn. “Do not. Ntar likes, lick spit yourself lo.”

Sighing lazily, Bian cleaned his mouth with a tissue. “You really don't have sexual orientation, yes. And you want a girl like how, anyway? End of all the girls I know, lo skip.” He said while shaking his hand.

Blue thought silently. In fact, he also did not know what kind of girl could attract his attention.

“That orange kayak, times. Ckck, rare.” Albi chirps make the attention of his three friends turn to him.

“Jingga?” Ask Bisma make sure. His forehead frowned trying to remember something.

Albi's pupils widened as he remembered something, he clapped his hands once. “Bener Orange. You're not entirely social-oriented, Bi. You were once normal.” He said while pointing at Blue.

Blue snorted, but still waited for Albi to continue his sentence with a confused face.

“You inget, nope?” Albi looked at Bian and Bhishma alternately. The two guys just poked. “Then Blue never liked the same girl whose name is Orange.it's our junior who paing pretty. Blue so secret admirernya.’

Bian and Bhishma rounded his eyes, and together formed the letter O with his mouth. While Blue only looked at his three friends with confused faces.

“Ohh, yes, I inget. Emang until now very beautiful, anyway, she.” Sahut Bian is convinced that the girl who was with him in the elevator this afternoon is Orange.

“Dihh, where do you know?” Cibir Bisma's.

Bian then recounted his accidental brief encounter with Jingga this afternoon. According to him, nothing has changed from Orange, the girl is even more beautiful.

“Wait, who is he?” Ask Blue finally.

“Lo really doesn't want to be the same, Bi? If it wasn't for amnesia, you wouldn't have forgotten him, anyway, even if nine years had passed. She's the only girl you've ever liked. Could be making you crazy because you nguntit him almost every day.” Obviously Bian, a little regretful because Blue forgot some part of his past.

“Gue just heard this from you. I just found out I once liked someone.” Blue said while trying to remember this, but it did not work.

“Bi, I think, the girl who always appears in your memory is her, deh.” Albi.

“It is impossible, deh.” Sahut Blue is not doubtful.

“Whatever is vague, but it could be.” Tympano Bian. “Lo the amnesia and lo forget the part of Orange.”

“But if it's just a secret admirer, it's not possible in my memory the same he could be that instant. I'm just like he's never had any special interactions, right?” Blue was still trying to deny it even though in her heart was a little happy because it finally got a little clarity about the figure of the girl who always appeared in her head.

Bian shakes. “Gue, Bhishma, the same Albi who never saw you have a special interaction with him. Lo pure secret admirer. But I've heard rumors about the same time he's dating. Can lo diem-diem dating him and not the same story we.”

“If she's dating me. He may have been looking for me long ago because suddenly lost news.” Blue Uajr who is allowed by his friends.

“But you want to try to find him, don't you? I can help.” Tawar Albi, considering he is the son of the owner of the foundation where they used to go to high school. So it was easy for him to obtain the identity of the Orange.

“No, deh, thanks. I'm afraid he's just a hallucination because of trauma to the head after the accident.” Resist Blue.

“But obviously lo diagnosed amnesia, Bi. You no longer treat or mabok.” Bian's rebut doesn't accept. The Orthopedic Specialist was only worried about his friend.

“Detachable is orange or not. You still have to try to get your memory back, Bi. You want a lifetime of pain in the head because you try to remember things that you do not know what?” Albi gregetan himself. It was approved by Bian and Bhishma

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In the morning, Jingga has appeared sporty with tennis court clothes and racket bags in the tentengnya.

“Where are you going?” The sound of a resolute baritone shocked the orange who had just set foot on the ground floor of the stairs. The middle-aged man highlighted the appearance of the Orange from top to bottom.

“Tennis club, Well.” Reply to the lazy orange while walking to sit on the sofa next to Dad. The girl was still upset because of the conversation with Father and Mother last night.

“What could not be shorter?” Sindir Father who saw the skirt that Orange wore too open.

Orange observed his own appearance, he felt that nothing was wrong. She's beautiful in that outfit.

“That, huh? Yes already, deh, I will change the shorter one.” Relaxing follow.

Dad growled stifled while rolling up the newspaper he was reading, then hit the feet of Orange using the newspaper to make the girl complain of pain.

“Ayaaaaah.” Protests Orange, the beautiful girl bent her face irritated.

“You are kayaking in this world lacking in fabric. Change, no, rokmya now?” Tell Dad with a look full of reprimand.

“NO.” Push Orange stifling.

“Replace now Orange! Or Dad lock you up in the room until the wedding day arrives.” Threat Daddy.

Orange looked at Father annoyed. “Dad ngeselin really, anyway. In America this is common, even shorter until it looks underpants are also there, kok, the peke.” Gergutu.

Hearing his daughter's words, Dad almost choked. Surprised by the careless words of Orange. He regretted releasing the orange to America and away from his supervision. Instead of being better, this one and only girl went wild.

“And you forgot, now you are in Indonesia? Here prone Orange. I don't want, yes, because you use skirts less this material later there are nice guys and amit-amit until perkos –”

“STOP!” Sela Orange is fast while covering the ears with both palms. “Dad, really, bad, anyway, say that?”

Dad took a deep breath in search of patience in dealing with his still spoiled and childish daughter. “Not bad. Dad just ngingetin you. A lot, really, of that kayak case. You are already 25 years old, should understand yourself, dong, do not need Daddy or Mommy sayin again.”

“What's up, anyway, fuss?” A gentle voice came from the kitchen with a cup of coffee and a morning snack. The woman sat next to the orange.

“This, here, Bun. Orange pack –”

“Iya-iya I change later.” Sambar Orange interrupted Dad. Dad just popped his lips while sipping the coffee brought by Mother.

“Daddy really, darling. We don't want to do anything bad with you. Replace, huh? any knee-length skirt remains beautiful, kok.” Persuade Mommy while rubbing an orange chin.

Orange swipe at the sewot, but still keep the tone of his voice to stay polite. “And I said yes. But later. I want to ask for help Sky buyin in the distro first, because there are no other skirts that fit at home.”

Father and Mother nodded in understanding, not acknowledging his speech anymore.

“You want to go with Sky?” Ask Mommy.

“Emang same who else?” Answer the orange ketus, making the orange grunt tickled. It had been 25 years, but her daughter still looked adorable in her eyes.

“Judes really answer, not good, you know, the same parents say like that.” Tegur Mother.

“I'm still sprained by you guys. Why use all the fools, anyway? I, right, can find my own candidate.” Orange Speech.

“Ya already if you can, where to bring the person now?” Challenge Father.

“Can.” Brave orange Sahut. “Later Sky come here pick me up. I want to ask him to marry me. He's gonna want to. I married him rather than the same son of a friend Dad who does not know well or enggak.”

The sudden orange speech made the eyes of Father and Mother widen wide when they heard it. To his surprise, Dad even regurgitated the coffee he had shaved into his glass.

“Do not joke, Ji.” Mommy disagrees even though she knows that Orange is not serious about her words. Orange just puts out the shoulder no matter what.

“You don't mess around, same Dad.” Dad's upset

Tin . . .Tin . . . .

The sound of car horns in the courtyard of the house was clearly heard in their sense of hearing.

An expanding smile rises from both corners of the orange lips. “Ehh, my future husband is coming.” He said a joke as he moved from his seat.

“JINGGA.” Shouted Dad annoyed.

“What?” Challenge Orange while holding back his laughter.

“Back to room. I'm not letting you out of the house today.” Furious Dad pointed towards the stairs. The orange just bounces around unconcerned.

“Back to this room or tennis racket Dad broke in two?” Threaten Dad grabbed a racket bag belonging to Orange.

“Dad. . .” Orange raised a gaze of protest, but Dad did not heed it.

“Bunda . .” Orange turned to look at the mother with a clear face, hoping Mother can help him.

“Salah you joked excessively and made Daddy upset.” Said mother with a soft look.

“Yes sorry I joked doang, Dad. Permission to go to the club, yes?” Pinta Orange weld while installing her puppy eyes. But magic doesn't work for me.

“Now!”

“But the Sky has picked me up.” Orange kept trying to seduce Dad.

“Yes is okay. Sky let you later meet Mother to the super market for monthly shopping.” Said Dad, then went to go back to the room, ignoring the spoiled whine of Orange behind him.

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“Kak...” A spoiled voice and a smile of a girl greeted Blue in her dream.

“Gue heard his voice.” Blue smiled in her sleep, looking at the girl she could not see her face in her dreams.

“Kak...” Once again the girl called out to him while waving her hand, her voice was clearly heard in Blue's ears, even though Blue knew this was just a dream. He was about to run and approach the girl, but his steps came to a halt as the sound of the phone ringing woke him up.

Blue woke up from his sleep, he sat silent, leaning his back on the head of the bed, trying to collect his life that was still left behind in the dreamland.

“After a long time, this is the first time I heard his voice.” He murmured in his heart.

“Iya, Al?” Sahut Blue so stick the phone in his ear.

“Bi, I've shared data about Jingga to elo. Try check.” Albi.

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To be continued. . . .