"Are your friends good to you? I asked Dad as soon as I came down to the dining room."Yeah, they're very friendly, especially after Grandma threatened," I said, glancing at Grandma.Well, yeah! I'm not lying; almost all of my friends have been met by a grandma just to introduce her beloved granddaughter, who will live in this village.They wouldn't dare bother me because she threatened."If anyone dares to bully you, I will make sure to punish her or him!" Grandma exclaimed casually.I shook my head weakly while Dad just gently rubbed the back of his neck."Dad, come back to Jakarta! Your work will be neglected if you stay here with me!" I cried, tugging at his sleeve."Don't worry, I can do my work online," Dad said casually. He glanced at me, winked one eye mischievously, and smiled broadly.Whatever!I saw Grandma, who was preparing side dishes. I also ran over to her and helped her bring our dinner side dish to the dining table."Grandma, do you know Calvin?" I asked, sitting clo

I stare at the laptop in front of me. I'm trying to think positively and assume that this is all the fault of a bad internet connection or something. I can't find Kenan's social media accounts. The account disappeared.Did Kenan accidentally delete his account? Does he not want me to see him from a distance? Or was his social media account hacked by someone? What really happened to him?Then what should I do now? Only on social media can I keep seeing him; now I can't do it anymore. What should I do to overcome my longing?With a heavy heart, I closed my laptop screen and left my room."Today, you are off school, right? Do you want to go to the mall with Grandma?" asked Grandma from the direction of the kitchen."Today I have to clean the shop and make sure all the equipment is complete. I have a lot of things to do; we can go to the mall next time, Grandma!" I said as I walked quickly over to her."Ah, I forgot you've been very busy lately. Is this a burden for you?"Grandma came to

"This is not a hangout place; get out of here!" I looked annoyed at my two friends, who were lying on a chair in the small garden corner of my shop.They always do this, lying here eating snacks and watching movies. Luckily, my customers never mind their presence. Come on, it's like I have two wayward children who always follow me everywhere."You don't know how stressed I am? Where should I continue my studies? We graduated a week ago, but I'm still confused about where to go to college!" Vivian exclaimed as she straightened up and looked at me with narrow eyes.Studying? Of course! Everyone is busy with college preparations. We graduated from high school a week ago, and at a time when everyone already has their dream university, only the three of us are still relaxing in this place without knowing whether we should go to college or not.Dad and Grandma kept forcing me to return to Jakarta to continue studying at the top universities there. It's just that I'm not sure if I'll be able

"Welcome Home!" Dad shouted, unlocking the house's security alarm.I laughed at some of the traps I had memorized by heart.I thought Dad had given up his habit of experimenting, but he hasn't.I stepped in my dad's footsteps because if I hadn't, I would have stuck to the glue on the very sticky floor. My memory immediately floats back to when Gab was trapped there. Poor boy."Don't touch anything before I finish entering the password!" Dad ordered.I nodded and took a deep breath. What if a good person wants to visit? It's quite dangerous."Well, hasn't the manager of this estate changed and tightened security? Why are you still doing this?" I asked as soon as we entered the house."Unlucky days aren't on the calendar; didn't you know that?" said Dad casually.I nodded reluctantly. Yeah, that's true... It's just that this is a bit excessive.I roamed my eyes all over the house. The home still looks and feels the same as it did the last time I set foot here. And it immediately reminde

It's Kenan's motorcycle! I trotted over to the parking lot and stood near a motorcycle that I knew exactly who owned. A motorcycle with a million memoriesI don't know when I will be able to go around Jakarta with that motorcycle again. I feel like I've missed it so much.I took my phone and took some photos of the motorcycle.I couldn't take a photo of Kenan, but it didn't matter because I could take a photo of his motorcycle. The memories in my brain are much clearer than a cell phone camera."You need permission to take a picture of someone's stuff!" someone said from behind me.My body freezes at the sound that I have long missed.What should I do now? Does Kenan recognize me?"Why are you silent?" Kenan asked again.I can't think of anyway. Luckily, my feet moved quickly ahead of my thoughts.I ran fast without looking at Kenan again.Even if it's just for a moment, even if it's just a glimpse, I feel happy hearing that boy's voice. It's like he doesn't recognize me, and that's g