The afternoon breeze blew the hair of a girl who was sitting calmly by the lake. The cold wind seemed to accompany him, with the rustling of the fallen leaves and swaying due to the caressing wind, until the orange rays of the dusk typical of the sun became the most beautiful object currently available.

Asyara Hemalia, that's her full name. The girl was almost two hours on top of the lake parapet. She was not tired, because the books were now in her hands. Turning page after page for him to read carefully.

Alone, alone, with a headset attached to her ear, Asyara listens to her favorite song which always makes her mood rise drastically. When the girl opened the next page of the astronomy book she was reading, suddenly a strong wind blew, the folded piece of paper inside the book flew away in the wind. Asyara herself didn't know what paper it was, for sure when she realized the paper was carried by the wind, Asyara immediately stood up from her place, then quickly descended the parapet, running fast trying to reach the paper that flew in the direction where the wind was going.

Step by step Asyara repeatedly triggers quickly, her breath begins to pant with an irregular heartbeat. Asyara sighed tiredly, her eyes kept locked on the piece of paper. Maybe it's a special or important paper that was tucked in the super thick astronomy book earlier. So inevitably Asyara has to get it back!

Now, Asyara saw the paper was lying on the asphalt, the road that stood between the lake was quite quiet and small. Only a few vehicles passed by, and only a few people spent time there. When Asyara stepped closer to the paper, then crouched down to pick it up, suddenly a motorbike came from the right. The motorcyclist honked loudly, but Asyara, who was wearing a headset with a song playing at a high volume, made Asyara unable to hear the driver's horn.

TIIIIIN! TIIIIIN! TIIIIIN!

Feeling annoyed, the rider stopped his motorbike forcibly, then took off his helmet. At the same time, Asyara. The girl immediately opened her eyes, shocked.

Asyara saw the rider was a man with jet black hair with a sharp gaze, jaw and nose firmly. The man's gaze was very cold, managed to penetrate Asyara's mind, making the girl's guts shrink a little.

"Didn't you hear the sound of my motorcycle horn earlier?" asked the man with a straight face, but from the tone of his voice, the man sounded annoyed.

Asyara stared at the man without blinking, expressionless. Then, she raised his eyebrows. "What?" The girl asked.

The man's gaze turned sharp, trying to scan Asyara's innocent face. He snorted a little. It was pointless for him to stand there now. Then, without realizing it, he saw a paper that was now Asyara's attention. The girl crouched down again, about to pick it up. However, the man stepped on the paper first.

This immediately made Asyara's eyes widen. "Hey, what are you doing?!" asked Asyara sharply.

The man did not answer and prefers to take the piece of paper. He read the word as soon as he straightened his back.

"Give it back," said Asyara lazily.

Without wanting to answer Asyara's question, the man immediately crumpled the piece of paper, then put the rolled up paper into his jacket pocket. Without thinking, he turned around and walked towards his motorbike.

Asyara immediately glared. The girl slapped her forehead. Why is this guy so weird? Suddenly angry, then after seeing the piece of paper just now, his facial expression immediately changed drastically.

BRUUUM! BRUUUM!

The sound of the gas pedal being pulled managed to awaken Asyara's daydream. The girl immediately ran towards the boy.

"Hey, give me back my paper!" She screamed. However, the man prefers to run his motorbike quickly, until his motorbike cuts across the street without paying any heed to Asyara's screams.

"Hey, wait! Give it back—" Asyara's words were cut off when the man's motorbike sped past her until the strands of her hair were severed.

Asyara immediately hissed in annoyance, then ran fast. "Hi! My paper! Come back!" shouted Asyara not giving up. However, when she saw the silhouette of the man's body getting further away, Asya stopped running and sighed heavily. She looked at the man's stature who was starting to swallow the distance.

"Aish! Who is that man?!" asked Asya in a tone that was both jerky and annoyed.

***

Click!

Asyara returned home in a really unpleasant mood. The girl kept her shoes on the shelf lazily. Then, walking towards the living room, it turned out that someone had been there for some time.

"Asya, you're home, Honey?" asked Alma, Asyara's mother.

Asya glanced briefly, then walked over to the woman. Asya doesn't know what she's doing in the living room, looks like she's in the middle of cleaning up. Yes, as usual when her mother just got home from work.

"Mama came home today, not like usual. Doesn't Mama come home every two weeks?" asked Asya as she sat in front of her mother and grabbed a milk box that was on the table whose owner it was unknown.

Alma didn't answer right away, the old woman chose to finish her work—Asyara's clothes and put them in a large suitcase.

This succeeded in making Asyara gasp, silent for a while as if trying to digest what she wanted from what Alma was doing now.

"Mom … Why … my clothes were put in the suitcase?" asked Asya doubtfully. "Are we going on vacation?" She asked again guessing. Yes, even though Asya knows, it is impossible to take a vacation to bring her clothes in large quantities.

Alma sighed. "Asya, do you still not understand too?" asked Alma incredulously. "Tonight, you will come with Mama, to Mama's employer's house," continued Alma.

Knock!

The milk box that Asya was holding fell unconsciously, at the same time returning Asya's mind to the real world.

Alma immediately realized Asya's silence, the woman knew very well about Asya who always refused her desire to come with her and live at Alma's employer's house.

Asya slowly took her milk box that had fallen, without looking at Alma, Asya clenched her fists silently. "Why is it? Wasn't it that I didn't want to live at Mama's employer's house? Why is Mama still forcing me? Especially-"

"Asya," said Alma quickly, looking at Asya coldly. "If you don't want to come with Mama, then don't you ever see Mama again!"

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