Kaleidoskop
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- Partes 2
"Kai, gue udah pernah bilang belum kalau gue terima kasih banget ke lo."
Kai menatap bingung tepat ke mata Hainan yang duduk di sebelahnya.
"Buat apa?"
"Buat semuanya, makasih, gue seneng kenal sama lo."
Hati Kai seperti dihantam bebatuan besar, sakit sekali. Kalau bisa memilih, ia tidak ingin kenal dengan Hainan, sama sekali, dan ia merasa bersalah akan hal itu.
Ia ingin kembali di mana ia tidak perlu mengenal Hainan. Oleh sebab itu ia tidak perlu mematahkan hati laki-laki yang ia cintai itu. Harusnya begitu.
Tapi otak dan mulutnya tidak berjalan seirama, ia malah mengucapkan hal yang kontras dari bilah bibirnya, "Gue juga senang bisa kenal sama lo."
Hainan tersenyum lebar, semenjana Kai terus merapalkan doa agar hatinya tidak jatuh untuk Hainan kali ini, sebab ia harus pergi. Ia akan memilih pergi, seperti dahulu.
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