A beautiful girl with long hair down her back hums softly in front of the mirror to adorn herself, aiming to look more beautiful than usual. She applies various types of makeup to her face, enhancing the natural beauty she was born with. The girl, named Airin, smiles as she observes the subtle Korean-style makeup on her face, further perfecting her beauty.
"Perfect!" she praises herself inwardly before reaching for the sling bag on the nightstand, draping it over her shoulder, and stepping out. She is about to meet a man known through social media.
Airin, commonly called Airin, strides with high spirits to meet Zidan, a man she has known for almost six months through social media. This evening, Zidan has invited her to a fast-food restaurant to get to know each other better and perhaps establish a relationship beyond being social media friends.
On this bright afternoon, Airin enters the fast-food restaurant they agreed upon the night before. While scanning the room, she places her phone to her ear, listening to Zidan's instructions for their meeting.
"I'm sitting alone at a table in one corner, wearing a short-sleeved black shirt, and now waving to a beautiful girl near the cashier," Zidan narrates at the other end. As his gaze meets Airin, now near the cashier, the twenty-year-old student in her third semester waves back in response to Zidan's greeting.
"I didn't expect you to be even more beautiful in real life than in your filtered social media photos," Zidan playfully teases as Airin approaches his table.
Very politely, Zidan pulls out a chair for Airin to sit. His sincere compliments and simple gestures make Airin blush, feeling a bit awkward as it's her first time meeting him in person and receiving such flattering praise. Zidan's words lift her spirits to the clouds.
"I didn't expect your flattery to be more potent than on social media," Airin responds, squinting her eyes playfully as she glances at Zidan, who chuckles at her remark.
"Haha, it turns out your sarcasm matches that on social media too," Zidan wipes the corner of his slightly teary eyes from laughing.
"Ugh, don't talk about that part here," Airin grumbles, pursing her lips, pretending not to like what Zidan said.
Zidan, still chuckling, tries to restrain himself from laughing again, afraid that Airin might take offense and escape from him.
"Okay, okay, I won't bring that up again. Especially not to tease you. Although it's tough, I have to do it for you."
Oh my. Once again, sweet words flow from Zidan's mouth, sending Airin even higher into the clouds. She hopes it's not just jokes or compliments. It seems Airin genuinely likes Zidan for his charismatic and kind personality.
The man skillfully lightens the mood, ensuring there's no awkwardness when they're together. There's always a topic to discuss so that Airin doesn't feel dull in front of Zidan.
"I hope someday we can meet again, considering you're busy working and living far away from the city."
Airin says after finishing the crispy chicken in front of her, trying to prompt Zidan to share more about himself. She wants to know a bit more to avoid stepping into uncertain territory. She fears Zidan might be someone else's lover or, worse, someone else's husband. Airin definitely doesn't want to be labeled as a husband-stealer, tarnishing her reputation. She also fears the issue might get dragged into social media, becoming the feast of netizens across Indonesia. It would be terrifying if that happened.
"I'll try my best to come and see you. Even if it's just to meet and alleviate the longing. But that's more than enough as long as I can see you in person like now."
Why? Airin is so happy to hear what Zidan says. It makes her fly even higher into the clouds, not knowing how to come down. Zidan's sweet talk surpasses the sweetness of sugar and honey.
Nevertheless, Airin must still maintain self-control to uphold her dignity and avoid being labeled as a woman easily swayed by emotions, all because of sweet words from Zidan.
"Ahem," Airin straightens her back, gazing intently at Zidan, who never stops smiling at her. "I don't want you to travel back and forth from your city to here just to see me."
"Why though? Don't you like it? Or is it because you already have a boyfriend or husband, so you're afraid I'll come here to visit?" Zidan raises both eyebrows, locking Airin's movements with his gaze.
"Oh no... not like that!" Airin grumbles. "I'm the one who's afraid that you might already have a boyfriend or wife. It would cause significant problems if we meet frequently. Besides, I've already told you about my status. Meanwhile, you haven't told me anything about yourself," she says while stirring her half-full orange juice.
"Ah, status, right?" Zidan adjusts his posture to sit a bit straighter and speak more firmly. "I don't have anyone in my life or heart. So, you don't need to worry about anyone getting jealous or angry if we're together."
Whether what Zidan said is true or not, one thing is clear: Airin is completely melting with his attitude and words. Especially with Zidan's admission that he doesn't have a partner. In other words, he's single.
"Unless, after this, you want to be my girlfriend, so I have a woman who will get jealous and angry if I'm close to other women. What do you think?" Zidan continues, reaching for Airin's hand and holding it, expressing feelings that may not be entirely true about loving Airin.
They've only just met for the first time and only knew each other through social media. Airin's posts caught Zidan's attention, making him curious about her. After a few months of getting to know each other, exchanging attention like typical young people in a relationship, they finally meet.
"How about it?" Airin asks, nervous about Zidan's question. Although she knows where the question is leading, she still asks to confirm the essence of Zidan's question. She wants to avoid misunderstandings and confidently rely on her own analysis.
"I want you to be jealous and angry if I'm close to other women. Or... in short, will you be my girlfriend?" Zidan asks loudly, staring deeply into Airin's black eyes. He demands an answer now, and from Zidan's sharp gaze, it seems he doesn't want any rejection at all.
Zidan's question makes Airin's breath seem to stop instantly. Her heart thunders, and cold sweat starts to form on her temples.
She wants to scream right now to express her happiness because Zidan wants her to be his girlfriend. She also wants to immediately accept Zidan's confession of love now, as her playful side desires the same.
However, Airin's common sense is still functioning well. She doesn't want to rush to say 'yes' before testing Zidan's patience and sincerity in asking her to be his girlfriend.
As a woman, Airin must play a little hard to get when a man invites her to a relationship. She also deserves to test the man's sincerity to know if he's serious or just playing around.
Airin is afraid of accepting too quickly, only to find out that Zidan hides many flaws and secrets. It's not impossible that he already has a wife and intends to use her. There's nothing wrong with being cautious for one's safety.
Therefore, Airin immediately pulls her hand from Zidan's grip. In a soft voice, she says, "I apologize in advance. It's not that I don't want to accept your request. But, allow me a moment to think and see the evidence of your sincerity in asking me to be a girlfriend. So that I can solidify my decision, whether to accept or decline. At the same time, it allows us to get to know each other better, doesn't it?"
Zidan fell silent, sealing his lips tightly and thinking quickly about what words to say that wouldn't offend Airin's feelings. When Zidan found the right answer, a nod served as the opener.
"I will prove that I am truly serious about what I said to you. And I will demonstrate that seriousness. Hopefully, you'll be convinced soon, so I won't be left hanging for too long," he says.
Airin nods in agreement. "Exactly. I won't keep you hanging. Once my heart is certain, and I feel satisfied with all your proofs, I'll definitely give you an answer."
Relief. One word that both Airin and Zidan feel right now. After expressing their feelings, there's no longer a burden shadowing their minds. Now, they can continue the delayed meal, joking and asking questions about each other's personalities. This will help them get to know each other better and eventually formalize their relationship into something more serious.
The first meeting with Zidan left a deep impression on Airin's heart, and her cheeks always turn rosy when recalling the happy moment of having dinner with Zidan that evening.The happiness, tinged with awkwardness, intensifies as Zidan communicates more actively and gives more attention than usual. Their communication becomes more intense, with Zidan occasionally accompanying Airin in her sleep through video calls, even if it's only during overtime. The rest of the time, they exchange messages.Zidan's attention doesn't stop there. Every weekend, Zidan visits, either just to have a meal together or to shop for Airin's necessities, but it's not for long, only two or three hours. Zidan's attention and sacrifices lead Airin to decide to invite him to meet and give an answer to the question that lingered.Without much thought, Zidan heads straight to Airin's location, even though his work at the office is piling up. He goes to get an answer that aligns with his desires and to prove that
Even though her life feels desolate after Zidan seized her precious crown two months ago, Airin's life has gradually returned to normal. She begins to make peace with the situation, although her heart still aches from Zidan's actions and words that day.Since that incident, Airin has transformed into a quiet and reserved individual. While she used to be cheerful and talkative, she's now closed off. Airin also avoids gathering with her friends, something she used to do after returning from campus. Now, once she gets back from campus, she goes straight to her boarding house without stopping here and there as she did before."Airin!" called out a man standing not far from the campus gate. The man who disappeared for quite some time, the man who destroyed her future. Yes, the same man who still occupies the deepest corner of her heart.Airin knows someone is calling her name. She knows a man is trying to catch up with her because she doesn't turn or stop. She knows, but she has no intenti
Airin blinked, clearing her vision. She wanted to squirm to see what time it was. "Oh, God!! Half past three? Three in the afternoon or..." Airin hesitated, glancing at the hotel room window. Dark. One word fittingly described what lay behind those curtains."No way," Airin mumbled, shocked. She quickly sat up, covering her bare body, searching for Zidan, who had taken advantage of her multiple times. "Zidan, where is he?"Airin slid off the bed, wrapping a blanket around her innocent body. Searching for Zidan in the bathroom to question him. But alas, not even Zidan's scent lingered. The man had left."Damn it!" cursed Airin. She immediately grabbed her phone to call Zidan, asking why he left her alone in the hotel room after what they did from the late afternoon to midnight.Airin still felt the pain in her lower body and her entire skeletal structure aching. Zidan had truly taken the opportunity to satisfy his desires until she lost consciousness. Truly, a despicable man.'Airin,
"How is it? Is your husband there?" a woman at the other end of the call asked. When her call was answered by her cousin's younger sibling, who was assigned to check the whereabouts of her husband."No, Sister. But..." Fachri paused, carefully considering whether to tell or not the information he just received from the hotel receptionist. Information stating that, indeed, his cousin's husband came there last night but checked out at 2 am. More painful, the one who took the room key from the receptionist was a young girl. For his cousin's well-being, Fachri had to weigh carefully whether to tell the truth or keep it a secret until he found evidence and caught him red-handed. To avoid mistakes in conveying information."But what, Fachri? Is he there?" the woman asked again, breaking Fachri's contemplation about his decision. Ah, if only he were allowed to view the hotel CCTV footage, he wouldn't have to think so hard."No, Sister. He's not here. He said he already checked out, but he wa
Airin was annoyed. After making her way to building three, Fachri asked her to come to his office in the main building. With a seemingly innocent face, he requested her to wait there while also asking for help in bringing a stack of assignments from the class he currently taught.With reluctant steps and a perfectly pouted lip, Airin headed to Fachri's office. Navigating through corridors and up and down stairs, she finally reached the youngest lecturer's room.Airin was stunned, witnessing the neatness and pleasant aroma of the room. While the campus had cleaning staff, the distinct fragrance emanating from Fachri's office was different—unique and pleasing to the olfactory senses. The spacious room was also impeccably organized, not messy at all.While waiting for Fachri, who knows when would arrive, Airin arranged the books on the table. She sat down, folded her hands on the table, and resumed her nap that was interrupted by Fachri's request."Sorry for making you wait," Fachri said
Fachri let out a frustrated sigh as Airin quickly rose from her seat, responding to her ringing phone."Excuse me for a moment, Sir. I'll take this call." With a slight bow, Airin excused herself. Fachri couldn't stop her, especially since the call might be important, evident from Airin's swift departure."Damn. If only her phone didn't ring, I might have known who the guy she's involved with is by now," Fachri cursed inwardly. He rubbed his face harshly, regretting that Airin had hurriedly left. This was a missed golden opportunity, and he might not be able to get Airin to reveal much about her boyfriend afterward."With whom?" Airin asked as she reached the end of the terrace outside Fachri's third-floor office. She also made sure there was no one else around. She was confident the unknown number calling was Zidan's mother.Hoping for the same, as Zidan had mentioned his mother would call when things started improving."Is this Airin?" a woman at the other end of the call inquired.
"He's way more handsome, Rin," whispered a middle-agedwoman in a floral house dress with neatly rolled hair. There were three rollsperched on the top of her head. She grinned as she introduced herself toFachri.In her eyes, Fachri was incredibly handsome and fit the idealman that women desired. His prominent nose, sharp jawline, and thick eyebrowsframed by black-framed glasses. Not to forget, his thick and curly eyelashes.His broad chest and slightly muscular arms, along with a flatand firm abdomen. Fachri was also above-average in height. Even Zidan, who metthe height requirements to apply to an institution, only reached his ears.Which woman wouldn't be enchanted by his perfection? Except, ofcourse, Airin. Her blind love had closed her eyes to see any handsome man inthe world other than Zidan."Auntie could be right. But, for me, he's still the mosthandsome," Airin replied, nudging the arm of the landlady."Oh, come on! Are your eyes malfunctioning, Rin? It's clearthis o
Airin massaged her temples to ease the headache. Since earlymorning, she hadn't stopped vomiting, even though there was nothing left toexpel. However, the nausea would be quite bothersome if not purged. So, she hadto keep going back and forth to the bathroom, catching Sonya's attention as shewas now getting ready."Rin, aren't you tired of going back and forth like thissince earlier?" Sonya asked, curious about Airin, who seemed tirelessgoing in and out of the bathroom. Surpassing someone who was suffering fromacute diarrhea, making it impossible to stay still."I wish I wasn't like this, Onya. But my stomach hurtsbecause of catching a cold. So, I have diarrhea and keep going back to thebathroom. Do you want me to do it here?" Airin replied weakly. She crafteda sudden lie. It seemed impossible for her to say that the reason for goingback and forth to the bathroom was due to unending nausea."Oh, a cold. You pretend not to eat even when you'rehungry. Just because Zidan hasn