[note : dilarang membagikan atau merepost cerita saya di menfess base twitter.] connected [ kuh-nek-tid ]: having a connection Alfian Djanuar Nandiardji is my first love. He is the only person I wish I could pass the future with. It used to be like that. Without knowing anything, I thought everything is fine. I will have my own perfect life soon... Until that night changed everything. "Maaf, sebenarnya rasa itu sudah lama nggak ada lagi, Na." I believe that I have laid my heart on a man who deserves it. But not with that all of the lies and what he had hidden behind me--behind the things that we called as a 'relationship'--when I have to admit that for all these years I'm just the extra person in his life. And then, it happened again, without realizing anything I have found someone... from my random lunch invitation. "Until he's gone... On the day when people told me that he's not here anymore... they don't know... for both of us, deep down in our hearts, we're both know..." ... that we're still connected."

Jadi begini. Mbak Laras yang merupakan mahasiswi jurusan Biologi jadi-jadian berpapasan takdir dengan Mas Yanu, mahasiswa Sastra Inggris yang diam-diam suka menulis puisi. Ini romansa anak muda yang sederhana, suatu proses jatuh cinta. Namun, mungkin pembaca akan menemukan satu dua hal, entahlah, dari sudut pandang orang-orang yang harusnya tak berhak mendapat kisah. (R+15)