The Young Master's
I'm Not Running Again.

Gama leaned his body on the back seat rather hard. He was really tired of discussing dating, dating, and dating. He plans to get married immediately after getting the right woman in his opinion without having to date. There are so many women who are close to him, they only look at his status and position. Without looking too deep into him. And Gama doesn't like that.

"Fan, you go home, I'll drive myself. I have to stop by somewhere" said Gama.

"Can't be sir. I have to follow you wherever you go."

"Hey.! I need some privacy here.!!" snapped Gama.

"I will not interfere with your privacy. If you forget, that's what I've been doing all this time." Arfan insisted. He did not want it until Gama made another act. He can be bothered many times.

"Bas with you.!" hardik Gamma's. He kicked the chair that Arfan had occupied from behind.

"Where are you going?" ask Arfan again.

"To Cafe X.."

Arfan immediately drove the car towards the newly mentioned Cafe Gama without saying much. Gama looked out the car window. His heart ached again, he remembered Mala. Slowly he held onto his chest and squeezed his clothes. He wanted to scream very loudly. But his pride didn't let that happen.

Arfan occasionally glances at Gama from the rearview mirror. It was like he felt the pain of Gama. Heartache, able to change someone. Really, he is able to change someone for the better, or worse. Especially for Gama, Mala was the first woman he opened the door of his heart, but the girl was not willing to enter. And that really leaves tremendous pain. Although outside the Gama always maintain the attitude and do not show it to others. Gama is always fine. Only Arfan knows how bad Gama is.

"What's your plan, sir?" tanya Arfan distracted Gama.

"What do you mean?"

"That date? What kind of escape would you do? You're not going to do it and see that woman, are you?" ask Arfan doubtfully.

"I won't run anymore. I'll face it. Who knows, that woman could be my wife?" answered Gama without turning his eyes off the streets. His tone, the look on his face, and the look in his eyes were not in line with what he said.

Arfan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

The car had reached its intended place, Arfan parked the car as close as possible to the entrance. Just in case Gama gets drunk again, so he won't have any hassles.

"Why are you following me? Are you going in?" ask Gama when he sees Arfan following him. Arfan was silent.

"You're this.! It's very troubling.!" gama Maki.

You are more troublesome sir. Inner Arfan. He didn't care even if Gama rebuked him. He followed her into the cafe.

The atmosphere of the cafe is quite crowded, with light lights that are not too bright. The atmosphere is very fitting for people who are looking for a calm atmosphere with soft music. The strains of guitar that a person plays on a mini stage add a romantic atmosphere to the paired visitor. The Susan is fit, not too noisy. Most visitors are swept away by the guitar and sing along slowly.

Gamma chose a table in the corner, near the glass wall. He can at once look at the people passing by from there while listening to the music played.

The rain that fell

Reminds me of you

I am still here to be faithful

Time lapse change

I don't know where you are

But I try to be faithful

A moment of night came

And when morning comes

I know you're not next to me

I am still here to be faithful

Hoooo Hoo

Hooooooo

Hoooooooo

A moment of night came

And when morning comes

I know you're not next to me

I am still here to be faithful

Time lapse change

I don't know where you are

But I try to be faithful

A moment of night came

And when morning comes

I know you're not next to me

I am still here to be faithful

I am still here to be faithful

I am still here to be faithful

A song by Pongki Barata, faithfully, plays beautifully. With the accompaniment of an acoustic guitar that makes everyone drift to hear it. They shook their bodies to the right and to the left following the sound of the melodious voice.

Except Gama. He did not hear what the singer was singing. He more absorbed the lyrics and the face of the singer. He did not blink looking at the stage. It was swept away in his own mind.