The False Lover the Culun
Chapters 13. Slender

When I need time alone, but that doesn't mean I want to be lonely.

I just want to run away, sit down and make friends, not because I want to be lonely, just want to hear clearly what my heart sounds like.

When I feel disappointed in someone, especially if he is someone who is always there to cheer me up and never complain.

Should I try to change them?

Or am I the one who changed my outlook on life and tried to be sincere?

What should I choose to be a good friend?

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# Sherina POV #

“It seems like only I consider you a friend, while you don't, my inner”.

I don't know why I feel so angry at Harsya, I feel like I've been fooled by her lies.

Errata, I wasn't fooled by his lies.

But I'm disappointed in myself.

I was disappointed that I easily put my trust in someone again.

Luckily God showed all these truths sooner. Before I go back to make Harsya my refuge.

Just like I used to make Gibran the safest place for me.

Considering Gibran made my frustration even higher in the crown. Even tonight's situation is familiar, it's just that tonight I'm not Cinderella, I'm still the ash picker.

Netraku stared intently at the swarm of female students gathered around Harsya.

I, who came here, intended only to fill the attendance, immediately carried out my intention to return to campus as soon as possible.

I walked out of the ballroom of the 5-star hotel where the welcoming party took place that night.

I saw Harsya who was smiling at me, I saw her lips twitching, I don't know what she wanted to say.

I want to leave this ballroom as soon as possible.

I stepped weakly, uninspired. Memories of the events of that night with Gibran seemed to spin back in my memory.

I just came back to the memory of how I cried for mercy on Gibran that night.

Then there is one thing I just realized, since there has not been a drop of tears on my cheek.

"What'sthis? Wasn't I also disappointed in Harsya, but why did I become upset because of Gibran, not because of Harsya," my inner being felt strange.

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I stood in front of the Lobby, sighing I made a taxi fare that would definitely drain my savings, “Huhh.... Ajaan not yet, but my savings are getting minus continue,” lirihku.

Actually to go home by public transport I could have done, but with the appearance of this cool, it seems not only attract the attention of people but can-can attract the attention of bad people.

Sherina shuddered in horror at the thought of it, better to run out of money she thought than to invite others to do evil.

Tin... Tin... Tin...

If the people around Sherina are disturbed by the sound of a horn coming from a red luxury car, but not with Sherina. The girl was still busy with her thoughts.

“Mbak, excuse me.. It looks like Mbak was called deh,” said someone standing next to me.

I followed where the person's fingers were pointing, but my vision was still vague.

These big glasses really don't help, I thought.

I just flicked my shoulders as I saw the red car was forced to move further away due to the horn sound of another car waiting in line behind it.

I'm still busy with my phone comparing promo offers from some online taxi apps to make the cost I spend more efficient, so I don't realize if a man in a neat black suit is standing in front of me.

“Ekhheemmmm,” the man cleared his throat.

I thought maybe it was just someone I blocked the way. So without taking my eyes off the flat object I was now holding, I just shifted a little to give way.

“Hei, miss cleaning service,” he said.

Realizing that cleaning service was one of my professions, then without command I finally turned my eyes to him.

“Looks like I've seen it, my inner”.

“Do you not recognize me?” it was like being able to read my mind.

“I am the owner of a red car that was once investigated by your weird friend,”.

I finally remembered, right.he was the man who owned the red car and also the man who had seen me dancing ballet carelessly in the campus corridor.

“Sounds like you want to go home? Let's take it,” bargain.

I nodded, of course I refused.

“Thank you Sir, but I've booked a taxi online,” refuse me.

“You sure? Sorry, but from what I see there is no online taxi that you ordered,” reply.

Blushes... Looks like my face has now been confirmed to be red with embarrassment.

“I got caught lying!” My inner.

“Yes already, come with me,” bargain once again.

I'm re-twisting my smart brain, “No need for Master, I don't want to trouble Master. Our direction seems different,” reject me again.

I saw the man sigh, I hope that he is not offended by my refusal.

“Didn't you live on campus? I also happen to want to go there, there are some files that I have to take,” he said.

I have not had time to answer, the man continued his words, “Ohhh, I know, you definitely want to go home with him well?” he asked as he looked at the man and the crowd of a group of women who followed him.

I follow looking towards his view, “Harsya, well that must be Harsya, my inner”.

Before Harsya escaped the crowd of women, I unhappily immediately pulled the hand of the man whom I did not even know his name, “Thank you for your generosity Sir. I accept your offer, let's go now,”.

This red car started to drive, leaving Harsya who continued to stare at the departure of this car.

“You fought?” after nearly 5 minutes in silence, the man finally opened his voice.

“Whose are you?” askaku.

“You and your lover,” he replied.

My forehead is frowning, my lover I don't have then how can I fight.

“He's not my lover,” my rebuttal.

I saw him nod,” Hemm. You're Sherina right?” said it.

“Master knows my name from where?” my many.

In my heart I cursed her who called me 'Miss Cleaning Service'.

“Of course I should know the names of my students,” he replied.

“Ma.ma.... he means Mr this is my lecturer?” I'm still not believing.

The man who claimed to be named Sadewa finally nodded “Then from that stop calling me Master, I am not your master. Just call God,”.

I nodded obediently, “Good Mr. Dewa, and sorry that I did not recognize you,”.

Lord God cleared his throat and that sentence was our last talk, I kept my head down in silence, while the Lord continued to focus on the wheel.

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I had just finished cleaning my body, and was about to close my eyes, but the sound of a bang on the door disturbed my composure.

Geck... Geck... Geck...

The sound on the door sounded unfriendly.

“Sherin... Open door! We have to talk,” shouted the perpetrator who was none other than Harsya.

“Go! I don't want to have a dishonest friend,” I reply.

“Sherin... If you do consider me your friend, you should want to hear my explanation,” cried Harsya again from the outside.

Actually I also confirmed Harsya's words, but I'm still traumatized by the incident that night with Gibran.

Until another man's voice is heard, “Hey, why are you there?” reproofing.

And I know it's the voice of the Lord.

I don't know what the two were talking about until soon the warehouse door was knocked once again.

“Rest, she's gone.”

“That's the voice of Mr. Dewa, my inner”.

“Thank you Sir,” reply me without opening the door.

Tonight it was hard to close my eyes.

I went back to thinking about how stupid I was to be fooled again with a man like Harsya.

Fooled? Is Harsya really tricking me?

I remember, if I was the one who never asked Harsya about her.

“Have I been wrong for being angry at Harsya?” My mind began to doubt.

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A week passed without Harsya.

Slender.

My days are back.

Usually there is Harsya who always appears suddenly without permission.

Usually there is Harsya who always complains tired even though he does nothing.

Usually there is Harsya who always makes me laugh with her jokes.

Usually there is Harsya who always takes me home from the fast food restaurant where I work.

“I lost the figure of Harsya!” my inner.

I once asked my boss about Harsya, but he was the same as me for a week without seeing the man.

“Looks like I've overdone, I should have heard first Harsya's explanation that night,” rukkukku in heart.

I feel even more sorry for myself who never asked me anything about Harsya.

“What kind of friend am I, even where is Harsya's house I don't know,” rutukku back.

Although I regret my childish attitude now, there is nothing I can do but wait for Harsya to come back to see me.

“Yes Lord, may You re-open the way so that I and Harsya may meet again, my inner” prays.

It would be uncomfortable if I ended up losing a good friend like Harsya.

Well, right good friend.

Because of this matter as well I finally realized more and more how I really felt.

“Si*lnya, I still love Gibran!” my heart was crying knowing that.

I did lose Harsya, I was lonely to lose Harsya.

But it was my disappointment in Gibran that felt like it had frozen my heart.

“May my heart melt soon, along with the loss of my love for brengs*k men like Gibran.” My inner.

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