บท 1: Fly 1
In a company engaged in the field of furniture.
In one of the main directors rooms.
It was half an hour Kevlar sat down behind his desk and looked at the clouds moving on the horizon. Once two, a bird passes, revealing the limp of freedom. Happy with his destiny.
The stack of more on the table that is usually always spirited on it no longer attracts him. His mind is currently not being forced to work. As if deadliest, or rather, blocked by a big problem that can no longer be ignored by him.
If he was not tied to the responsibility of the company as well as now he had fled. Go outside or country out of town far from Jakarta. Without having to care about anyone, or feel heavy about anything.
"Come in!" He just to someone outside that knocked on the door of the room.
"Kev, have you checked the proposal from Re-Main?" Said Naren, his friend, and assistant in a hurry.
"Not yet." Replied Kevlar short without turning around.
"What? I gave the proposal two days ago, why haven't you checked it yet?" Naren's emotions almost explode.
"Currently I do not focus." Said Kevlar flatly.
"What? Nonsense, Kev!!" With irresistible emotions, Naren shouted and kicked off the table.
"Shit? What's wrong with you men?!" Kevlar getting hooked.
"I should be the one asking, what's wrong with you? You really know that the proposal is very urgent, they have called three times today and you just say that you're not focused. Holly shit! After a while, the company can go bankrupt if the boss is lazy like this!" Naren grumbled annoyed.
Kevlar did not reply to Naren's words.
"Bro, you know this project is worth billions, and more than that, the prestige men! Our company will be taken into account many vendors and large companies, in and abroad." Continue Naren, soften.
"Tsk, I've known!"
"So?! What are you waiting for? You must check immediately, give your consent, and let me handle the rest."
"Fine, then you just handle everything."
"Kev!"
"Ummh ..."
"Something wrong?"
Kevlar sighed long. He let Naren think as he wished.
"Alea?!" Guess Naren believes.
Kevlar did not answer, he got up from his chair and stood next to the window. The two-story building with a futuristic style is in one of the prestigious areas of town. Some large companies and an international high school are there. There is also a government office and the embassy of one of the countries that are located on one of the corners.
Kevlar exhaled his breath and said, "She's coming to Bali and meets my family. They were calling and urged me to marry Alea.
"What the hell ... So what will you do?"
"I dunno. My head feels like exploding, this problem makes me unable to think clearly." Kevlar said, with a desperate highlight.
"You can reject it, just tell them who Alea is and what has she been doing behind your back." Said Naren with fiery, between the upset of hearing Alea who always did the act and annoyed because his work was hampered by Alea's problem.
"Not easy as that."
Naren who stood beside him was silent. This problem has become more complicated. As a person who since college is always together, Naren knows how the story is about them. The complex relationship ends up toxic, then now forced to re-enter the sacred relationship of marriage.
Naren could not think, how could he and Kevlar ever compete for Alea. The woman has turned into a medusa who is ready to kill the man by sucking their sanity slowly. Naren shuddered, imagine if he didn't want to give up on Kevlar and Alea's relationship in the past, maybe now he was in a Kevlar position. And worse, maybe he can become a mental hospital patient because he knew his mind was not as strong as Kevlar.
"Listen, currently I can't help your problem with Alea, but after the Re-Main project is goal, I will help you find a way out. Now I have to immediately inform Re-Main, so you don't mind if I take your authority?"
"So formal, just do it."
"Ok, I will bring the proposal then. We've ever discussed this project, a small risk and big benefit, remember right?!" Quick Naren said.
"Yes, I entrust everything to you."
Naren left after patting Kevlar's shoulder, and before closing the door he looked at Kevlar again with a concerned expression.
Meanwhile, Kevlar is still in his position, standing facing the window. His gaze was fixed on the high school yard which was right across from his office.
He glanced at his wrist, the hour hand shows the number 3 more than 30 minutes. The pickup car that brings students starts moving out. Some other students exist walking to a private shuttle, and others use their vehicles.
Kevlar notes everything, one by one. A girl who stood upon the side of the road also did not escape his attention. In her hand was a cell phone with earth tone colored tucked between slender fingers with the nail-painted. Occasionally the girl's smile was built, replying to the hands of the hands of the students who passed through.
Her white face is covered in one hand, blocking the afternoon sun that is still shining. Her calm expression was interrupted by a few frowns but did not reduce his beautiful face. Two students riding on a motorbike stopped nearby, greeted and smiled, and left after the girl said a few words.
Kevlar misses his school days. Happy times without being burdened with heavy things other than exams, or thinking of ways to attract a crush's attention. If there is a girl he likes, he doesn't have to bother chasing her because he is the one that every girl in his school is chasing. Countless how many girls have fallen into his charms, but only one has captivated him.
Somehow the girl now, after graduating Kevlar broke up with the girl who is none other than his juniors. Kevlar also received their farewells with chest fields, sure that it was the best decision for them because his parents also asked him to studying outside the country so he could learn independent life.
Kevlar looked back at the girl. Her face reminded him of his former high school girlfriend. The girl on the other side now is more beautiful and level, much different from her ex who is petite and simple. Their appearance is different, but there is some kind of feeling that connects them to remember.
"Tsk, this is a lot of thoughts!" Solve Kevlar in the heart.
Shortly, an online motorcycle taxi was stopped in front of the girl and took her to the destination address. Leaving Kevlar who is still trapped in his mind and his gaze
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