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Daniya still continues to be disturbed by Agatha's words two days ago, even when work is very disturbed, she does not focus on what should be done.

A call to set foot into the country of his birth makes him a gamang, a, on one hand he is eager to meet a man who has already made his days bland because of the man's decision to return to their home country but on the other he thinks it is very unlikely to set foot in the country of Indonesia considering there is a man who he has hurt his heart and he believes until now still waiting for his arrival.

His arrival to give an explanation of why he had the heart to leave at a time when all the wedding plans were very mature and continue to be discussed at all times in their meetings.

Daniya closed her eyes and unlocked the apartment she had lived in for years in England, setting foot on the apartment floor with a lackluster look on her face.

How is he so confused? chasing the man she likes risks meeting the man she left behind, or staying here waiting for the man she likes to come back even though his hopes may be disappointing.

Amidst the confusion and heartbreak of the mobile phone in his bag rang, inevitably he had to answer the call.

Plastered Agatha's name on the screen of the technological object as the caller until Daniya without hesitation also rushed to answer and bring it closer to the front of the ear.

"Tomorrow we're off I'd like to take you to the salon."

New also mobile phones attached to the ear typical voice belonging to Agatha has been heard.

Daniya's forehead shriveled at the friend's invitation, "salon? what's for?" daniya asked not understanding.

"Ck, you don't know about the salon?" chant Agatha in a mocking tone.

"I know Agatha, just why are we going to the salon?" it was clearly the woman who was now opening her coat.

Now in England it is winter and the weather really makes the body shiver especially when the night is like this, really anyone will wear a very thick layer when outdoors.

"Treatment, beautify your face or maybe cut your hair, really Daniy I'm very itchy to see your long hair, is it not better to cut it short?" ask Agatha, "ah it feels like a short cut an idea that is not bad enough, let's get a haircut," said Agatha, she who asked him also replied.

Daniya held onto her long hair and twisted it with her slender fingers, "do I fit in with short hair? won't it look weird later?" Daniya asked doubtfully.

"No! from any angle you want long hair or short hair even if there is no hair you will still look beautiful and perfect among any man!" agatha was more excited than Daniya.

Agatha continued to chatter convincing her friend who was even very insecure with all the beauty of the face and the perfection of body shape possessed.

"Are you sure Agatha?" even he who has a face and body was not sure of the words of the friend until finally he sauntered towards the dresser mirror that could show all parts of his body from top to bottom then from the legs went up to the head and stopped on the face with her left hand that started to move touching the face that Agatha said was beautiful, but she did not think so.

Really she does not feel beautiful even she feels very bad because as long as she grows up there is only one man who likes her very much, it is Angga, she said, the man was too adoring and always forgave every mistake he made to finally make him bored in a relationship with him.

Daniya is saturated even just pretending to be enthusiastic when Angga continues to discuss about marriage which in fact he is very doubtful, he always thinks that the household will be very boring to have a husband like Angga.

"You still asking Daniy? oh right," chirped the woman who had also just arrived at her apartment.

"I don't want to know, tomorrow we have to go to the salon, your appearance must be completely changed before we fly to Indonesia!" agatha exclaimed with a sparkling face she can't wait to meet the man who almost two months of communication with her through social media accounts.

After saying that Agatha immediately disconnected her phone connection leaving Daniya confused because of her speech.

"Indonesia?" Daniya's mumbling.

Actually he wanted to be very wanted but doubt remained in him, afraid of meeting the man he had left and the man would demand an explanation from him.

Not quite ready for it, but how long should he run away from it? until when does she keep hiding at the same time she desperately wants to start a new relationship with the man who has left with her heart.

Daniya grasped the thing that had made a sound with a floating mind thinking about what she should do, until finally he started to open his social media account and look for the man he likes on his follower list.

His hands began to move with both eyes focused on the mobile phone screen while his legs also stepped towards the seat on the edge of the bed and then threw his buttocks to sit.

Daniya starts opening the man's account and starts looking around.

"Have never uploaded a photo" Daniya said when she saw the date caption on the top photo she saw.

The woman began to find out the people closest to the man through the photo tag but did not get anything because there was nothing tagged on any photo.

He stopped when he saw a picture of a man standing behind his back to the camera, he knew who the man was until finally his finger stroked the photo channeling the longing he felt.

"Where are you and why? no news until now don't you remember me at all? even though we are very close and you only need to express your feelings and I will accept it, but you leave without giving any certainty to me," said Daniya who was without tears.

"Your friends even say that you like me too but why choose silence" Daniya said again as she wiped away the tears that soaked both cheeks.

Feeling vain and useless crying, Daniya finally realized that everything Agatha said was true, she had to find a man named Saipul Gunawan, meet him to ask for certainty about their relationship.

"You were even very romantic during the new year two years ago," muttered Daniya again remembered what she had done with the man first.

Daniya held her lips and closed both eyes again dissolving in memory of the new year night they enjoyed together, although not only alone but still they can do anything because their friends are busy with their respective actions.

That night as the sky was filled and decorated by the colorful light from the firecrackers to celebrate the turn of the year, he and the man called the Clouds involuntarily kissed, I don't know who started it, but the first to end it was the man.

Daniya clearly remembered that at that time the man immediately apologized to her, feeling that what they did was wrong while Daniya felt that there was no mistake whatsoever moreover her heart was so lively that it overcame the buzz of firecrackers that colored the sky.

Just a minute to let himself be carried by the beautiful memories until finally he re-awakened or realized himself.

He stared at the screen of the phone that still showed a photo of the back of the man, silent for a moment like he was establishing himself on what he would do, he said, only then after being very steady and sure his finger moved pressing the button sent a message.

Yes, he decided to send a message to the man he missed that he was very sure even though he had not uploaded a picture or made any posts whatever the man was still using his social media account.

From now on he will follow what Agatha said.

His fingers began to type word for word sentence after sentence neatly arranged on the mobile phone screen, putting aside the shame of contacting first.

True said by Agatha, she is living in a country of people and in modern times, women also have things to express their feelings first, not always have to wait for her man to say.

Daniya immediately sent the message she had typed and then immediately dropped her body on the bed with eyes staring at the ceiling of the room with her chest up and down indicating her breathing was a little heavy after gathering courage to send a message to the man's account, which he never knew he had a wife.

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