Back home, the body is thrown into the couch eyes glistening at a glance. The shadow of the man returned to her mind. I guess she's not wrong! the man who helped him the day before, the same man.
She sure does!
That voice. His reflection as well as his smile. Very similar! She is sure. That man is the same person.
" You still think about that guy?" guess what.
Apart from Luqman, Syakila also knows the story of the mysterious man.
" How did you know?"
" In these two weeks, I've always heard you talk about him. I've heard enough to hear about him." She said. Passed into the kitchen, and she returned with two glasses of grape juice. One is for Tristan, the other one is alive.
" Are you in love with that guy?" The window of the sunset.
Tristan's control of facial reactions. She was quiet. However, it is near chaos. Somehow, every time that name touched the hearing sensation, she became something different.
It's hard to explain how she feels.
" Nonsense. How I would have fallen in love if I had just met him." Grape juice is inhaled greedily. Trying to hide the bad taste.
" Who knows, love at first sight. Maybe you already fell in love with him when he helped you day by day. Even if you first meet him, you can't forget him. Maybe."
She's starting to speculate. While she herself does not know what is in her heart.
Want to say love, not really. Only, that ravenous face could not erase her mind until now.
In fact, half-heartedly want to see you again. But she doesn't know how. Because she didn't know who he was. She knows, in that name. Kenzie. the face is dim too.
" Try to find out in social. Know if the name exists. Good luck, you can see him again. " Syakila gave an idea.
Glancing at his friend, she took a deep breath. The ball is also watching television. Even though the mind is not that close.
" Do not have."
" Are you looking for?"
Tristan chose to remain silent. Didn't feel like answering her friend's question. Later, she asked for it.
Entering the room, the body crashed into the bed. Sleep on the bed, hands go up over your forehead. Blindfolded, the serpent's face danced in her mind again.
Arghhhh! This can't be it!
Tristan sitting down. Inhale, exhale. Pull it out. She practiced it until her heart was at ease. So that the face never stops. No longer disturb the mind.
Unfortunately, the more she wants to forget. The stronger the razor came to the fore. Like a spell. Cannot escape the mind. After all, Tristan got up and headed for the bathroom.
Clean up, then invite her friends out for food.Hoping for that reason, she didn't even think about that mysterious man.
Unfortunately, while dining near the mamak's shop, he still thought about the man. Finish the food, eyes roll around. Don't know what she's looking for right now.
" Are you looking for that guy? " guess what. eye to eye, Tris breathed slowly.
Shee shook his head. Living water and smiling.
" This eatery is close to where you got robbed that day, right?"
Her eyes glided around. If she is not mistaken, here comes the tris almost the victim of the robbery of the day. And the one who helped her was an unknown man.
" Yeah "
"So you came here hoping to meet that guy?"
Tristan be quiet. Don't retire for the reason that her heart tells her friend. That's what she expected.
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