Story 1: Moving On


It's getting darker and darker.

The clock ticks, and she still hasn't get any sleep.

She continues to wandering along the time machines, everything is only on her mind.

How his dad and every guy ended up eating a piece of her happiness.

Such an unfavorable situations.



She turned on her phone and saw some messages from many person she doesn't like to text.

One is from a 28 years old boy. She met him once and seems like he's having an interest on her.

The second one is her gay-friend. Asking for a meet up. Some hura-boys who doesn't like and never want to know how to wash his own clothes or dishes.

And the third is a 44 years old guy she found on Tinder.





She once was a good girl, until she loses it.



What's the benefit of being a good girl?

Only one, she guess. They are better than bad girls, more preferable, more girlfriend and wifey material.

It's easier to be accepted, to be trust.

Then the bad girl always get the different treatment from the same man.



While the bad girl got his jeez, the good girl got the wedding ring.



She closes her eyes, not intended to sleep, only just to show her loneliness to the empty air.



How lonely is the 2 a.m.

Her mind wonders, should she go outside to find a cigar?

Well, people can assume that she's a bitch.



Night only made her remember a ride she had before.

With her ex-boyfriend-to-be.

He'll be married on this December. Four months from now.

Of course with the good girl.

And yesterday they both ride together to a garage hotel.



He said she hasn't change.

She doesn't have the courage to leave the car before the garage man went out from the garage and closed its' gate.

They chuckles and laugh all the night.

Cuddling till the morning comes.

Ah that was also in 2 a.m.

"Should I feel this every 2 a.m?"



The more she closes to him, the harder she moves on.

Anyway it's her fault.

She chatted him first, and he responded, even asking more questions. Then she gave him the sweet words, right from her deepest heart. He licked it and want more of it.

She ended digging up her old wounds and found a mine full of unrequited love. She missed him, and they met each other.



I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.

Should she write it for a hundred thousand time before God decided to make them be together?















"Success is not about how rich you are."

"So, what is it?" she snuggled to his shoulder. Asking for more hug. He knows, and lingering his arms around her naked body.

"Success is about how many impact that you have on this world."

"Example?"

"In the monetary crisis, there were some untouchable people. Some even survived and gain much. That's success. Success is when you have more impact than the world could offer you."



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"I've just got back from US and not in a good shape."

"No way. You are still handsome for me.."

"I gained 6 kgs, darling."

"I still love you.... What are you doing in US?"

"My company asked me to meet a business partner there"



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"I read the book that Dale Carnegie write, it says.."

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"Do you know that Warren Buffet..."

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He continues to talk about his career and ambition. Sometimes about health, but then it continues to the "success" thing.

That means he's really care about his work future.

"And you, why don't you looking for a boyfriend?"

"I'm too lazy for that."

He doesn't continue to ask.

She wanted him to probe, so she could cried her heart out. Telling how much she's wishing for his love.



Time passed, he took her home and she gave him a kiss on the lips.

He said, "See you soon."

"Huh? Is it means we will see each other regularly?"

He's quiet for two seconds, thinking, and then he released a small laugh, "well.. It's the thing you usually said when you say goodbye, right?"

She laughs, but her heart cries. I want to see you more than this.



"Well. Bye darling! Thank you for today!" She smiles and go down from the car. She walks to the gate and open it as she watch his car getting farther with blurry eyes.



Good bye Darling..







She went inside the house, realizing something:

Once you said you want to move on, don't look back, because it will ruin everything.