The Blocked Love of Amnesia
Four: Renaldi Oh Renaldi

Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi. Bismillaahirrahmaanirrahim.

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I was crying beside Renaldi. He gave me a bottle of mineral water and a gray handkerchief. I gladly accept, I can't cry! Why cry for the old woman?

Even the leaves come down, maybe because they are sad to see me crying or maybe they are down because they have never been watered by the owner, so it withers. Oh pity that plant, if only I had a pet plant I would take care of it. Uh, I'm kayak gini ya.

I took a breath and tried to calm down.

"Well, Risa. Come, tell! What's the matter with you?" asked Renaldi gently with a shady look of the eye making me drift in the retina of his eye.

"I don't papa, thanks Renaldi, you want to pick me up. I don't know what to do. There is no vehicle for me to go home. That's why I called you." Reply evasive.

"You don't have to apologize. I will be there for you at all times. Every time and every place I am always there for you. Hehe,"

My cheeks are bubbling jom-jom manjalita. Duh, Renaldiii's. You can make me a baper. Relax Risa, calm down. Don't look baper. Act normal.

"You don't cry like that anymore, yeah," Renaldi said then looked at me deeply.

"Why?" my many.

"I can't bear to see a crying woman. Anyway, whoever dares to hurt you, will face me."

Sngenge. Ouchh. My nose is flying, I think. Okay, take the nose first. No, not baper. Calm.

"Thank you, yeah, Renaldi." Rigid answers. Aduuuh, I'm being misbehaved.

Renaldi smiled sweetly then nodded. Enough already! I can't see his smile. I've baper outside perished. Uh, amazing. My heart's pounding. My frustration with the old woman was gone already with the sweet smile from Renaldi that she gave me just now.

"Now, you want to go home? Or where?" tanyakanya.

"Ummm, I want to go home." My answer is not excited. I actually peng linger with him. Please, ajakin I'm where the cake is. I'll go anywhere, as long as I'm with you. Well, bucin me.

"Ummm, when I was going to take you somewhere."

Well, I think Renaldi read my mind. Can he read the minds of others? Or does he have the blood of a shaman? Uh what, anyway. I digress.

"Where?" many sok.

"To a place that you will not be able to escape. Wanna?"

Without me realizing I was directly attacking. "GOODOO," jreng. My cheeks are reddened.

Renaldi smelled a smile. I chuckle clumsily.

Renaldi got up from his seat then took the helmet on his motorcycle seat. After that without the ba-bi-bu he immediately put his helmet on my head. Duhhh, I'm getting less and less. My heart is beating faster. In fact, it feels like this heart will soon be dislodged so fast it beats.

Relax Risa. Don't let his heart fall. If I lose it, I'll be a ghost, and I won't be able to see Renaldi. Hmmmm. Oh my God, I'm getting worse. Understand, this is the effect of falling in love.

"Let's go up," he said, letting me get into his motorcycle seat.

I nodded then went up.

Ngengs.

Motor drove.

However, stop.

"Why stop?" much worry.

"You don't want to hold that?"

"Should you just hold on?" askaku sok selling expensive.

"Should dong, because, right, you're holding onto my life.

"Haha." I laughed at Renaldi.

"Well, that's dong. Laughs."

I giggle.

"Risa," he said made me stop giggling.

"Don't be sad anymore huh," he said softly.

I looked at his shoulder. Then take a slow breath. "Thank you, yeah, Renaldi." My speech.

Oh God. I can no longer say anything. Renaldi managed to make me really fall into the vortex of love.

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The next day, I went back to work in that office. I looked at myself in front of the mirror. I want to look fresh in front of him. Who her? Aaah, you're kidding me. Who else if not, Renaldi. Hehe.

First I smeared my face with toner and then I fan my face with my hands. Because there is no fan at the boarding house, understand it. After the toner felt dry and fused with my facial skin, I continued by wearing a light face cream. What I mean is that the cream is not ice cream, yes. But, the cream that makes the face. Yakali, the time of ice cream I paste into the face. The sirens, dong.

Okay, next I styled my eyelashes with an eyelash curler, then I dyed the vaseline repairing jelly and applied it on the lashes, let it be dense. I've seen it at YT. You guys know YT? YT stands for YouTube. Hehe. Yeah, I watched beauty vlogger at YT. And they smear their eyelashes with vaseline, he said, so that their eyelashes might be thick. That way.

I also imitated the beauty vlogger. Okay, continue, after styling the eyelashes, I styled the lips. I smeared my lips with vaseline again, because I didn't like to wear lipen. Uh what, not lipen. Lipstick, yeah. Bukanaan. What the hell is his name?

Ah yes! Lipstick.

After that I comb my hair that is 50 kilometers long. Buset, mostly. That's 50 centimeters.

Okay, I'M READY!

I took my office bag and then came out of the hostel. Until after I walked five steps. I remembered something. Kurogoh my bag and then I patted the jidat.

"Oh God. Hpku missed," I was annoyed and then opened the boarding door that I had locked.

I walked over in a hurry, pulled out the charger and took my phone. Then I locked the door again and walked half-run towards the highway. I sat at the angkot stop, wish, I overdo it, naming this place as the angkot stop.

I arrived at the angkot stop and Alhamdulillah, angkot came when I just got there. I climbed into angkot and cawww angkot departed.

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I glanced at the watch on my left hand. Wow, I'm 10 minutes late. I opened the door to Mr. Dirut's room after knocking on the glass door.

"Why are you late?"

"Sorry," I replied, I remembered what happened yesterday. I was harassed by that woman, Andrea's parents.

"Tomorrow I'll send the driver to pick you up, yeah!"

"No need!" answer directly. "I don't want to say that your mother isn't the same as yesterday."

Andrea got up from her seat then walked towards me. He took my hand.

"Risa, are you still mad at my mother?" tanyanya gently.

I let go of his hand. "I'm not angry. Just a sprain,"

"Well, what if we go for a walk now."

I stared intently at Andrea's smooth face. "I'm here of work intention. Not streets. So please, be professional, it's working hours!" answer loudly.

"OK, okay. Yes, now .. Please make me the most delicious coffee, yes."

"But,"

"I'm your boss!" he said it quickly made me unable to wiggle.

I nodded then walked towards the pantry.

I opened the door of the room with ogah-ogahan, my face moping. And then I hit someone.

"Sorry," I said then as much as possible to remove the grim face of durja that I just displayed.

"Renaldi?" I just can't believe it. "Why are you here?" ask again. "You, what, don't wear an OB shirt?" ask me again and again.

Waw. Renaldi looks really creepy. The handsome folded, he wore a white shirt and a black-and-white checkered tie. Then the black office coat. The pants he was wearing were black. And black pentopel shoes. Her hair was neat and her face was handsome. Duhhh, I like it more and more.

Renaldi smiled, "I want to see my boss." The answer.

I'm mangosteen. "Well, how come you haven't changed your clothes? Later your boss is angry, you know, you do not wear OB clothes," said I sok advising.

"Eu .. No, my boss is good, really." Hasty answer. "Yaudah, I'm first, yeah, Bye."

"Bye," I answered strangely.

"I just saw an OB with a Renaldi-like look this time." I muttered and immediately walked to the pantry to make coffee.

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Monday, 18 Nov 2019

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