When No Longer Equals

Why?"
"Sometimes, happiness never sides with good people." Ven wiped her tears, Fajri beside her exhaling. Know once the woman who was sitting was just after reading the article save to Syria.

Ven turned off her computer screen, her eyes spinning and exhaling as Fajri was still waiting for her with a smile.

"You've never been this thin." Fajri patted Ven's head, the woman just nodded lethargicly. His eyes trailed Fajri who had walked first to the office canteen.
"For humans in the world, things like that are a small matter." Ven looked up, Fajri raised an eyebrow. Right, right? Then reluctantly nodded.
"Yes, maybe." Ven then sucked her moc coffe. Fajri is already nodding. "Because people in this world do not care anymore."



Fajri glanced, yes, the world seemed to never side with the good people though. Even a person who considers himself good never takes that good action. Maybe it could be due to limitations. But Fajri is more confident because there is no intention to do so.

"Ven, do you want to know humans who still have a caring attitude?" Fajri asked, Ven who was feeding fish soup into her mouth shook her head.
"I do not want to know." Ven said, then went back to his lunch. Fajri exhaled, then glanced at his watch and glanced back at Ven. This woman, ah.

"Come on up." Fajri said, his eyes rearing toward the back seat of his bike, Je raised his nose high.
"You should buy a new car, last week you're in position." Ven said, immediately he sat in Fajri's battered seat.
The man just tutted. Again about the new car, the ride up, and the battered motorcycle? What for? He's done a lot for this. Ven already tapped Fajri's shoulder to tell him that he was sitting properly, Fajri who had turned on the motorcycle engine immediately rode his bike. This afternoon is not enough work in the office so they can go home quickly.

Ven was eating her lunch, the new Fajri turning off the phone with someone, glancing over. Ven. He is not the first Ven.

"Ven," Fajri's voice gave Ven a glance. The drinking Ven quickly raised his head.
"What's up?" Ven asked, Fajri exhaling to smile in response to Ven's distinctive grin, but undoing.
"You still love me?" Fajri asked to make Ven look so vigilant. Why discuss the past?
"What for? Anyway you do not love me. "Ven said, firmly. Fajri nodded. Swallowing his bitter spit with a coffe boost.

Ven went back to dinner, momentarily staring at Fajri who looked down. It used to be very different. Very different. And Ven can not be as it once was. And Fajri and vice versa.

Fajri's steps sounded very unappealing. He had finished his lunch with great cleaning. Ven who is still struggling with her work makes Fajri sigh.

"We do not go home as fast as yesterday." Ven said, rising as Fajri awoke to her side.
"Come on, go home." Ven dragged Fajri who looked lethargic. Looks like this girl does not care about the topic of lunch. But Fajri was thinking about it.
"Why?" Fajri asked.

The workspace is quiet, because it is only Ven and Fajri who have not been to the office canteen. this time Ven did not read the article concerning the country or the world, Fajri knew for a moment he saw it. Ven exhaled.

"People who love not forever loved." Ven said, he had moved first before Fajri left him. Oh, this time Ven reads an article about the heart.
"Yes, indeed." Fajri said, Ven nodded. Then gallop first into the office canteen. Fajri briefly stared at Ven's computer that had not been switched off yet.

Love is not just a word to have, let alone get fully. Whether consciously or not, there are times when we love someone who during his life will never love us. Until the time he begins to love us, we begin to not love him. Not because we intorvert, but because the opportunity was not there.

"Yes, that's me." Fajri murmured, he turned off Ven's computer and then took a breather.



Until whenever we will love someone who is wrong first until finally we find the right one. Because basically we will like something that is gone.