Lost Star. [Revising]

Provoked.

Ailsa laid on her back, cherishing the morning sun that has just came. She let out a small groan, and turned right, facing her lover. She has never slept with any man beside Almas, and it felt like a blessing to sleep with someone she truly loved. She didn't do anything more, they only held each other to sleep in the cold and rainy night, where the storm blazed from the sky, creating the illusion of a camera flash. She held him closer, embracing his existence. The man in her arms opened his eyes gently, staring right to the caramel eyes in front of him.

"Good morning," Yuma said with his raspy voice.

"Good morning. How was your sleep?" Ailsa smiled, giving butterflies to his stomach.

"Short story in the morning, I have always had nightmares during my sleep. I used to be a coward, Ailsa. I was afraid of the monsters under my bed, I was afraid of the dark figure behind my curtain. I used to tremble when I walked through the dark. But last night when you're here with me, it felt like the only heavenlike dream I ever had."

"Did you dream about me?"

"Dream? Baby, listen. Why should I dream about you, when I can make you into reality. Look, an angel is sleeping in front of me, my dream is real."

Shades of pink surfaced in her soft cheeks.

"You are blushing."

"What? No."

"Yes, you are."

"Ugh, stop it. I'm making us breakfast. What would you like to eat?"

Yuma smiled, ignoring her question. He sure loves teasing, as he knew this relationship would last at the end, so he tried to cherish every second spent with her.

"Whatever." Ailsa walked lazily toward the kitchen.

"ANYWAY, I'D LIKE TO EAT YOU, AILSA!"

Yuma half screamed as Ailsa's back started to fade from his sight. He could hear Ailsa's muffled giggle from the distance.

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Ailsa was cooking in the kitchen when Yuma's phone started to ring. His eyes widened after reading something that seemed like a text message. He quickly wrote a letter for Ailsa, and left it on the bed. He rushed to wear his old coat and sprinted outside the house.

Ailsa came with two plates of omelette, and we can tell if she's clearly confused.

"Yuma?" She asked in a hesitation.

She checked Yuma's phone he had accidentally left on the dressing table.

07:21 AM    Almas Syahrizal  : Would you like a cup of coffee and a small talk?
07:21 AM    Yuma Ivanda       :  I'm busy, maybe later.
07:22 AM    Almas Syahrizal :  Having a good time with my Ailsa?
07:23 AM    Yuma Ivanda       :  Where would you like to talk?
07:23 AM    Almas Syahrizal :  Usual place, be here in 30 min. Better be quick.

Ailsa felt her feet trembling, her face went pale. Then, she realized that Yuma left a note for her to read. She felt something so wrong, she can feel the story going to its final chapter.

"Need some fresh air, be back later. P.S: I love you. –Yuma"

He lied.

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"So, what would you do if your lovely little fiance, got caught cheating with your own friend?" Almas asked thoughtfully while sipping his coffee.

"What do you mean with that?"

"I hope there would be no lies between us. And be honest, both of us know what did that really mean."

"At least, I love her the way you couldn't."

"Huh? Haha. What's wrong with people nowadays and the word l-o-v-e, actually."

"You hurt her."

"And?"

"If you are incapable of giving her love and protection like you should've done since the very beginning, you should give her up and let me try." Yuma snarled, giving him an intimidating stare.

"As if I have a choice? Listen, I have a reason why I have to keep up with her sick ass and pretend like we're a happy couple."

"Don't be so naive, your mind is clouded with fame and popularity. What a pity, though."

"Naive? You better call myself a self centered and realistic person. Besides, I'll just have to wait until she die and rot in hell, which is in about a year."

"What? Are you planning to kill her?!"

"Oh, she didn't even tell you! What a honest and straight-forward lover. She has cancer, you dumb. And after the drama is well set and also obviously would be well done too, they are going to write our love story in a best seller book, which gonna incrase my daily income. They would portray me in the magazine and newspaper, and they would invite me to their talkshow as a faithful young billionaire with the most tragic love story. It would be nice." He said dreamily.

"You are sick."

"I'm not sick, I'm just realistic, if you let me to repeat."

"My dear friend, open your eyes. How does it feel, dating a woman with cancer and dementia? First, she would leave you faster, and second, duh, she has dementia. Or we shall say the alzheimer disease. She would later forget about me, you, and even all the sweet-lovey-dovey things you ever done to her."

"No—"

"Even your name. She would wake up in your bed and ask you who are you, and how did she end up sleeping in your place. She would ask you why is she holding flowers, which you gave to her just a minute ago. She would ask where does she live, and what path does she have to take to make her way back home. She would forget about all poems you wrote to her, even her favorite one, written by Shakespeare, if I'm not mistaken. She would put salt in your coffee, mistaken it as sugar. She would sit all day in the corner of the room, leaving the house uncleaned. And you would eventually get sick of her. Because who wouldn't?"

Yuma thought about his words, deeply.

"Yes, you're right."

"I can see you are starting to be open minded, and I'm glad. Anyhow, I saw a girl crashing to you last week, under the big tree behind your house. The black haired one, to remind you if you forgot. She's beautiful, why don't you give her a try?"