Diandra Dilemma
The missing book

The sun had just set, and I was still here, sitting alone at the end of the cafe staring at the laptop screen trying to concentrate on completing the task given by the lecturer. It's been almost two hours, and I'm still not done, it's been so hard to focus . Since the incident two days ago met him, I still have not been able to forget the shadow of his face and his shady smile. God, I want to forget! Why does it feel so heavy, huft ...

I exhaled heavily while circulating my gaze out the cafe window which directly exposed the streets of Bandung this afternoon. The rain has just subsided, many people are passing by and ....

"Huh? that's ... "I found a face with that shady smile again .

'Oh my God! Did I think about it too much to hallucinate?!' muttered while trying to wake up .

"Huft ... conscious Diandra! Let's focus!" I said to myself as I patted my cheek and refocused on the laptop screen.

But this heart cannot lie! I want to see it! But unfortunately when I tried to see him again , his gaze had disappeared somewhere. Back I realized not to think too much about the person whose name I didn't even know .

But ... I looked at the black folding umbrella in the bag , I just wanted to return it, but would time allow it? Ah already .

"Woi! dream of baby chubby!" Someone patted me on the shoulder and shocked me of course. Well, who else if not Miss ditching Dena.

"Please Den, just ngagetin! What's the business, it's business?" I asked Dena who sat directly opposite me while sipping coffee which of course was mine.

"Well, "The answer is short .

Dena had skipped school this afternoon because suddenly her father called asking her to come . I'm actually wondering why suddenly his father Dena who I know cuek asked him to meet, when as often as Dena made trouble his father did not care too much as long as everything can be solved with money , and even I rarely get to meet his super busy father in person, always using the services of a family lawyer to solve the problems that Dena caused.

"Gue gappa!" He answered with a thin smile. Which I'm sure is something that is being hidden, but I ponder to ask because the expression on his face changed nanar staring at the cafe window with a view holding back tears. Soon I approached and hugged her, and sure enough her crying broke .

"Bokap I want to marry again, Di .." he said accompanied by tears that he had been detained since.

I don't know, I couldn't speak when I saw for the first time Dena crying sobbing with pain that made anyone hear her tight.I can only hug her tightly, ' ' I can only hug her tightly , because saying patience will not be a medicine for him.

I was born into a simple family and sometimes I found it difficult and I had to pursue a scholarship to continue my schooling. But what makes me heavy must fight bitter and hard life for the sake of ideals, nothing compared to the weight of life Dena who had to lose the figure of Mother and Father at the same time. And that makes me always grateful to have a complete family and to always support me .

It was getting dark, after driving Dena home in a state of sleep, I rushed home to immediately straighten the muscles of the body tired all day feeling the outside air.

Before going to bed, one of my routines is to tidy up the books that I might have to bring tomorrow.But ... Why do I feel there is less, huh?

And ... Holy hooch! My diary book! Damn, must have been left in the cafe earlier !

The diary I bought in High School was one of the must-have books I took with me wherever I went 'why am I so careless that I left it ! If it was found by a person who is careless how? Because there are so many hearts that I write there . Huf ... I have to go back to that cafe again tomorrow , hopefully my diary is still safe or at least found by a good person, oh God!

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