As beautiful as Destiny
3. Missing Mail?

After praying, Citra chose to have dinner with Jasmine. Jasmine's coming to his apartment. His friend is not good at cooking. Therefore Citra invited him to eat together.

"Ra," call Jasmine down. The image only cleared up in response.

"Lo likes Andri?"

The image puts a spoon and fork on the plate. He took a glass of water and gulped it in half.

The image still refused to answer, its index finger tapped on the table.

"Lo can open up to me, I'm your best friend,"

The image licked his lower lip, "this is a serious question?"

Jasmine frowned, "means dong's statement?"

Image shook his head, "No! That's not what I meant. Are you serious about this same thing as me?"

"I'm it, Ra. Who else would get an answer from your heart?" Jasmine pointed at the chest of Citra.

"May I be honest?"

Jasmine chuckled, "gue asked to get the real answer,"

The image took a deep breath, "I think this love is clapping one hand,"

"Why is that?"

"Sister Andri must be more mature, woman,"

Jasmine silences. He knew that the thought of Citra was still unstable. Maybe the answer is right. Andri prefers adult women.

"Lo sure of what you said?"

The image nodded steadily. Saddled look. His mind went nowhere. The image of looking at Jasmine was so fixed.

"I don't fit in with Andri, huh?"

Jasmine flicked her shoulders, "where's your pompous speech?"

"meaning?"

"'The fool is God's secret'. Where are all your thoughts like that?"

The image of the lube smiling made Jasmine look at him in wonder. The girl's cheeks blushed. Sometimes he laughs shyly.

***

Today is monday. Where Citra and Jasmine began to enter the world of lectures. The image looks so vibrant. Unlike the ordinary Jasmine.

The three of them were inside the University of Auckland building. Still looking for a place they will stop by.

Their eyes swept over the view of this campus. Very spacious. One woman in slightly exposed clothes and wearing a cross necklace approached the two of them.

"Hi! Are you new students? "(hi! You're new students?)

The image nodded, "mo**re precisely just a student." (more precisely just a student)

"You yourself? "(lo itself?) ask Jasmine.

"Just like you guys." (just like you guys)

The image thrust his hand, "Partra. From Indonesia."

The cross-clad girl shook Citra's hand, "Caroline, from Australia."

Caroline shook Jasmine's hand. Jasmine smiled, "Jasmine, from Indonesia."

The three of them walked to the cafeteria. Caroline said that she would treat the two Indonesian girls. The image and Jasmine were originally a little awkward, but Caroline was so easily familiar with anyone.

***

Citra is ordering milk coffee at a cafe near the campus. He just got home. Today just start orientation.

After buying, he walked on the sidewalk while waiting for a passing taxi.

The girl frowned when there was a bule man approaching her with a smile. Body Hot-cold image. Did the man really approach her?

"Hi!" sapana.

The image smiled shyly, "hi!"

Steve chuckles, "Still remember me?" (still remembering me?)

Imagra. He still remembers the face of the man he met on the plane as he was about to fly to Auckland.

"Are you the one who helped me get my suitcase out of the cabin luggage**?" (you helped me get my suitcase out of cabin baggage?) guess Citra.

"Yes, remembering your short posture makes you have to stand on tiptoes. That's funny to me." (yes, considering your short posture makes you have to tiptoe. That's funny in my opinion.)

"My name"

"Partner?" guess Steve.

The image knitted his brows, "How do you know**?" (how do you know?)

"It's easy to know your name." (it's easy to know your name)" he replied arrogantly.

"What is your name?"

"You started to get confused with my identity." (you started kepo with my identity)

The image of his eyeballs twisting, "l**ater your love will be unrequited." (later suspecting your love to clap one hand)

Steve narrowed his eyes, "yo**u love me?"

The image shook quickly, "Not! That is not what I mean." (no! That's not what I meant)

steve's laughter chuckled. Then he stopped his laughter from seeing the look on Citra's face that looked upset, "Steve,"

"Steve?"

Steve nodded, "Steve Normand William,"

Image of mangosteen, "a**re you here for college or work?" (are you here for college or work?)

"University of Auckland," without Steve answering more clearly, Citra was already convinced that Steve was in college at the same place as him.

"Faculty of medicine and just entering the world of lectures." (faculty of medicine and just entering the world of lectures)

"Same as me." (just like me)

Steve smiled teasingly, "l**ooks like you want to always be the same as me." (it seems like you want to always be the same as me)

Image's face blushed, "t**hrow away your high level of spiciness!" (remove that high-level piety of yours!)

"Alright, Miss." (alright, Miss.)

The image of draping his bag on the shoulder that he was dragging, "i have to go." (i have to go)

"Where?"

"Return." (Bone)

Steve patted his eel, "y**ou have to be able to distinguish where to go from where to go!" (you should be able to tell where to go and where to go!)

The image shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Whatever you say!"

Citra was about to walk, but Steve called her, Citra stopped for a moment and then returned to the road casually.

"You should check the jacket you wear when on the plane!" (you should check the jacket you wear on the plane!) steve's successful memory makes the girl's steps stop. The image turned her body looking at Steve.

"You mean?" (you mean?)

"I'm sure you will understand."

Steve walked away. His memory returned to the letter

Uh! Didn't Citra have washed the jacket without taking anything out in there? But, why Steve-

Image screaming calling Steve's name. But the man pretended not to hear and continued to walk casually.

The image of stopping a taxi that pulled over next to him. He got into the taxi at his destination.

***

Check the jacket that just dried. But there is no letter. Had the letter been traveling around and destroyed by the washing machine, there would have been pieces of paper in the jacket pocket.

But the jacket was not a piece of trash.

The image is sure, must be the jacket in Steve's hands. He was about to meet the man, but that's impossible now. Just remember he doesn't know where Steve lives.

Image growls in frustration. Why isn't Steve at the point? Why do we have to talk first? Image hate pleasantries!

Now, he can only wait until tomorrow. If only Steve hadn't given me the letter, badass! It belongs to Citra! Image Rights!

The image rubbed his face violently, "Sister Andri, I'm sorry!"

***

Oh yes guys! There are some parts that I need to revise. Maybe all part. So, please be patient if there are any irregularities in this story. At first I would like to make a revision, but my hands are already gatel. But, I've got a new update part. Insha'allah. Just calm.

So, of course God willing the story will be better.

Happy reading to everyone!