Eighteen years ago.
Alexiana is fifteen years old, and Satria is eighteen. At that time, Satria's father worked as a gardener at Wijaya's residence, and Satria often came to visit on the sidelines of his studies to help his father work. That's where their closeness started.
"Father set me up with an old man." Alexiana crouched beside Satria, who was still digging some soil to add some kinds of wide-petal flowers to the garden.
"How old is he?"
"Twenty-seven years," Alexiana replied.
Satria turned to Alexiana. His handsome face was sweaty and slightly red from the sunburn.
"Tsk, he is still young." Satria chuckled, then returned to work.
"Still, we're 12 years apart. Can you imagine if I'm 30 and he's 42, old, right??" Alexiana waited for a response from Satria.
"Still, that's not a bad thing." Satria sprinkled a little fertilizer before moving the flower seeds.