As beautiful as Destiny
4. Steve sucks!

Today, Citra is again educated at the campus. He walked through the campus corridor. He could see faces whose identities he did not know there.

The image glanced at the clock that was on his wrist. In an hour, classes will begin. While waiting for Jasmine's presence, Citra preferred to fill her stomach first.

Citra did not go along with Jasmine, because Jasmine was still seen waking up, if Citra waited for her to be neat, it made her wait a long time. Citra had not had breakfast.

Citra swings her legs towards the canteen. Suddenly, his eyes were highlighted on the figure of the man he knew yesterday. That man is Steve. Steve Normand William's.

He walked closer to the man. His gaze was very unsightly.

"Steve!" call Citra made the man fall into shock.

"Partner? Oh, my God! You surprised me." (Partner? Good Lord! You surprised me)

The image did not abound, the hijab-wearing girl instead looked at him intently, "*where is my letter?" (where's my letter?) ask Citra to the point.

"Can you make small talk first?" (can you please first?)

Image shook his head, "*i d*on't like small talk." (i don't like pleasantries)

Steve shook his shoulder, "*t*hen you won't get answer from me, miss." (then you won't get an answer from me, miss.)"

The image rotates his eyeballs. He was so careless to talk to Steve, "how are you, Steve?"

"If I'm sick, it won't be here." (if I'm sick, it won't be here.)

Now look! The image was already pleasantries but Steve answered it irritated Citra. Steve patted the bench next to him, hinting Citra to sit there. Then Citra sat down, but not next to it, but in front of it.

The man chuckled at the look on Citra's face. But he doesn't care.

"I'm a German citizen." (i'm a German citizen)

The image just listens to him. Not wanting to ask or talk.

"Are you from Auckland?" (are you from Auckland?)

"No! I'm from Jambi, but I used to go to school and live in Jakarta." (no! I'm from Jambi, but I used to go to school and live in Jakarta)

Steve frowned, "*a*re you from Indonesia? But your race-" (you're from Indonesia? But rasmu-)" Steve did deliberately pause his sentence. Erratum! Stopped sentences.

"Yes, my grandfather is German. My father moved country when he married a woman from Jambi. So from that I lived there as a child. Then after finishing high school, we went to Jakarta." (yes, my grandfather was German. My father moved to the country when he married a woman from Jambi. That's why I lived there when I was a kid. Just finished graduating from the first breath school, we went to Jakarta)

Steve nodded in understanding. His hands were stirring the drink with straws, "Ardi, right?"

Frowning image, "Ardi? Who's that?"

"The letter,"

The eyes of Citra are in a pattern, "Andri!"

"Yes that,"

The image narrowed his eyes, "you can speak Indonesian?"

"Slightly," he answered flatly.

The image nodded, "yes, the letter-giver is Brother Andri,"

Steve spread his palm in front of his face, "Wait-wait! Her name was actually 'Sister' or 'Andri'?" ask Steve who is still English-German.

"His name is 'Andri'. The call 'Sister' is a word from 'sister', in Indonesian."

Steve lowered his hand, "why not just call his name straight away?"

"He's older than me. That's why I have to respect him. It's not polite for me to call his name directly."

"A strange theory."

For a moment, they were both silent. Things are getting quiet. The image lowered his face, while Steve, the man looked at the shady face of the hijab girl.

Well-favoured. That's what he's thinking right now.

"That letter is on you?" Steve digested Citra's speech well, but eventually he nodded confirming Citra's question.

"When will I get it?"

Steve thought for a moment, he smiled wryly, "i'll tell you later."

"Old," whined the girl.

The image of the smile, his cheeks were already blushing, "The letter is from the person I love,"

"He loves you?"

The image shrugged his shoulders, "Either!"

***

The image is focused on the lecturer who is giving the material. And Jasmine was next to him.

"So far, there are still questions?" (so far, any questions?) ask the lecturer.

"No, Sir!" compact answer.

After closing the lesson, the lecturer breezed from the room. The image tidied his books into a bag when he had recorded all the materials.

Caroline pulls Citra's hand, "let's go to canteen!" bring him. His eyes also turned to Jasmine. The image just nodded.

The three of them walked to the cafeteria. They're headed for an empty table. Jasmine and Caroline sat side by side. While Citra, next to it is empty. The table was filled with four benches. The image sat opposite Caroline.

Jasmine orders a meal with chicken instead of b*bi, Caroline orders a seafood meal, while Citra orders a hokey pokey ice cream. He was already full first to see them eating heavy food.

They always talk about culinary specialties of their respective countries. Jasmine comes from Bandung, therefore he introduced typical food Bandung, as well as Citra which introduced typical food Jambi and Germany. Caroline also showed off Sidney's signature food, where she lives. He also told me that his father was a chef who has now opened a restaurant to parts of the world. Almost worldwide.

In the midst of their warm conversation, Steve sat next to Citra. The three of them were surprised.

Steve looked at Citra, "i want to talk with you alone." (i want to talk to you alone) Steve's eyes pointed at the table that was still empty. Not far from his original sitting position.

Image nodded, he gave permission to Caroline and Jasmine, they nodded letting Citra talk to Steve.

Caroline and Jasmine are still wondering about the relationship of Citra and Steve.

"Are they dating?" (are they dating?) caroline asked, her eyes still focused on Citra and Steve. Jasmine looked at her new friend.

"You ask the wrong person." (lo ask the wrong person?)

Caroline's gaze turned to Jasmine, "*a*ren't you her best friend?" (isn't you his best friend?)

Jasmine nodded, "Indeed. But I don't know about that." (indeed. But I don't know about that)

Image and Steve were already sitting across. The girl still enjoys ice cream. Steve looked at her straight.

"What if we meet tomorrow night?"

The image stopped bribing his ice cream, "why should I meet? You can give him here."

Steve shook his head, "it's my decision, it's where I still think about it,"

"Can't!"

"Why?"

Confused image should reason as to what. Does he have to explain his religious understanding? No way! What if his words were offended.

The image of his temple. He looked at Steve who was also staring at him.

"Give me some lightening, Steve!"

"Is it heavy?"

"Very."

Steve no longer talks. He will stay in his decision. It creates a dilemma. What if-

ah! The image should not have to imagine strange things. But, that is anticipation. He cannot just decide. He should be able to negotiate. After all, the letter was his right.

Image growls in frustration. Steve is so annoying!

***

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!