"Lam, there's your prince! So how long are you going to stand behind your mirror!" Aunt Rosi shouted from outside.
Instantly her face warmed when Aunt Rosi said that. my prince? Yes, who else if not Ricky? The guy I've been missing since yesterday.
I immediately left the room after taking my backpack. Opened the door and found a figure with a broad back sitting and leaning on his motorbike. He, the figure that fascinates me, looks amazing in his navy blue jacket. In fact, his disheveled hair tickled my hand just to stroke it.
Half running I approached him. The red sneakers looked casually crossed. That's right, I miss Ricky. Because of my persistent problems and my returning memories made me ignore his existence for the past few days. And I really want to be the shy Nilam. Who adores him like before? Yes, back then... when I didn't get my memory.
"Already prepared?" he asked. His brown eyes looked at me lovingly, his full lips in a big smile.
