Anton Pasaribu's point of view.
October 10, 2031.
I saw dirty dishes there, used for last night's dinner. I took it and then cleaned it. Then, I took a deep breath.
"Phew. Today, I have to pick her up at the airport. I don't want that to happen again there."
My girlfriend, Karina Martin, is coming home after finishing her job. I haven't seen her in a long time. This is the moment we meet after one year apart.
She could return to her apartment with her management, but I had to pick her up because she had asked me to. Honestly, it doesn't matter. But it's just I really don't like being a flashy guy. I'm surrounded by people near her—because they ask for her photos or autographs. They are ardent fans. And in the end, I was alienated.
