After leaving him that night, Lusiana hadn't had the chance to talk with Abimanyu. Nor did she want it, anyway. Even so, this time, it was all alone again for her.
Abimanyu was her dearest friend, once. There was something she could not cope with about Abimanyu that had made her part ways with him. It was something that made her unable to forgive herself and him.
Abimanyu came from a broken family. His father was cheating on his mother. From that affair, Abimanyu had a stepsister. Lusiana should have been sad about the reality about him. Yet, he could tell her only when Abimanyu's stepsister was 12 years old. Ironically the affair was started when Abimanyu was in junior high school, or to be exact, the time when Lusiana had begun befriending Abimanyu.
Abimanyu didn't talk about his family to Lusiana, but Aulia had known about it long before Lusiana knew. No. It wasn't about who knew first or why he didn't tell her first. It wasn't about FOMO. It was about trust.
Trust between him and her.
What was the meaning of their friendship if he couldn't talk about important things to her?
Nevertheless, Lusiana still wanted to erase the doubt living inside her heart. She still wanted to have a good friendship with Abimanyu. So, when he told her about it, she gave him nothing but a good hug.
So, what finally made her give their friendship up?
"Lusiana, do you remember our friend, Ade?"
"Yes, I do. You sat with that guy in the third class, right?"
"Yes."
"What about him?"
"Some time ago, we met at the mosque near his house. I was on my way home back then. We started to talk and long for some memories. We exchanged numbers too."
"Okay, so, what about?"
"He asked to meet him again."
"Okay, then. I can't see why not."
"I can see why."
"Why?"
"Because in the end, all those people will approach me just for money, just like my parents, my sisters, or my father's girlfriend. I won't believe with people so easily, Lusiana."
Lusiana was looking at Abimanyu. They were sitting at one desk in the crowded mall that evening. Abimanyu's face was blurry as the artificial light swallowed the expressions. The more Lusiana looked at Abimanyu, the more she asked, who was this guy?
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