When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
What a prologue!

Paijo Halim Pradana is very understanding, a police officer who hugs him is wallowing in question marks that shadow anxiety. Similar to state duties, maybe Puspita is guessing why? Doing what? Since when and get ready to interrogate him when the suspect is in sight.

Red car? Blonde girl? The infirmary? Knowing where his fiancee was from was no longer important to him. He will think of it as a way out that leads him to the most bitter and risky moment.

The motor passes through tpr that is not guarded by officers smoothly on a smooth asphalt road that is quiet vehicle. The typical afternoon atmosphere of the countryside by the beach feels delicious felt by two lovebirds in love. But not with the two who are wrapped in the shackles of love. Heartbreaking looks from the faces of both along the way to the iconic Pandansari beach with its lighthouse.

Park the motor in front of the dragon wonoroto fruit garden tour fence. The afternoon breeze that hit the row of sea spruce trees along the coast made Paijo sigh.

Yesterday it felt like coming to the beach slalu feels special, sitting on the sand of the beach, feeling the warmth of the afternoon sun, alone while looking at the vast ocean that stretches is already romantic and syahdu. His shoulders are useful as the backrest of Puspita who is tired of working. His ears hear all his troubles. His hand was holding his shoulder. But today to hold Puspita's hand, Paijo felt the need to think long.

Conscious Paijo apparently just silent instead of the spring invites him to find a place to talk. Puspita took off her jacket with trained arrogance. His appearance which was witnessed by several people who were waiting for the sunset was horrified.

“So talk no mas?”

Paijo flinched as he grabbed his hand with doubt which made Puspita frown.

“Why nervous mas?”

Paijo pointed at the beach with his left hand. “To there first.”

Accustomed to asserting without protest, the two walked while holding hands. Colorless, flat and tasteless expression. However, upon arrival foot stepped on the sand of the beach and the roar of the waves increasingly felt close at the end of the shoe.

Puspita turned towards Paijo with a serious look.

“I just need your honesty. Seriously. Pestle anyway. We are already as close as the surface of the water and the ground.”

Paijo inhaled the scent of the sea while taking off his hand. She stared at the waves.

“I don't know where to start, Pus. But one thing I can say. I made it wrong.”

“One of which is how?” sahut Puspita while moving in front of Paijo. His gaze defied the man in full investigation.

”The explanation can start from the blonde girl and why you can conclude wrong.”

Puspita was stunned along with a fairly swift wave crashing at her feet. The trousers were wet but his heart was hot.

”You cheated?” Puspita put up the horses while the sand she pitched was carried away by water. Repeatedly he often found couples outside the wedding, open bo and one-night mistakes in jasmine hotels which in the report residents became a place of worship.

Paijo is one of them? The mind is dwelling. And rarely come home? Paijo lives where the canal? Three months apart and it changed everything?

Puspita grabbed Paijo's hand and held it.

“I want you to tell me everything. Not just an epilogue. I need the prologue.” said Puspita stirring.

Paijo moved away from the beach as the big waves appeared to come.

“If you know the prologue, you already know the epilogue.” said Paijo while dancing Puspita.

“Say, do I need to use my way like in the police?”

Paijo turned around after being under a sea fir tree. Being away from people who can hear their debates.

“The ring on my finger is the symbol of our engagement. And this is meaningless, Pus. Forever will only be a symbol.” Paijo tried to remove the ring before putting it on the right palm of Puspita's hand.

“You deserve the best, like commander Vishnu of course. Like your parents' expectations. Not a bastard like me. Don't ask me again what the prologue is, I let you go.”

Paijo raised both hands. Surrender. He was unable to tell the truth as if there were two feelings he was guarding. He was protecting her but in the wrong way.

Paijo grasped the ring in a protracted silence until the sun was lost in the darkness of the clouds before throwing it into the sand of the beach.

“Blonde girl, red car, hospital? I'll find out who he is.”

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