17

"Sastya, honey!" shouted Satria smiling happily looking for Sastya's whereabouts. The man stood tall in front of the desk of the woman he was looking for. "Here, for you. Souvenirs from Paris," said Satria without being asked. Smiling happily waiting for a response that will be given by the woman.

"What, here?" Sastya asked then grabbed the gold paper bag on his desk. "OMG, shoes! The color is gold again, it's just right that I need shoes of this color," Sastya chirped happily. "Ah, Satria, I love you!" he shouted then hugged Satria. "You know exactly what I need."

"Yes, yes, I'm your soulmate," said Satria smiling broadly, the man's heart was blooming.

"Thank you," said Sastya, smiling sweetly at Satria after releasing the brief hug.

"How come, it took me a long time to hug him, didn't the Indonesia-Paris trip take a long time, Sas. It's not really worth the hug you just hugged," complained Satria, disapprovingly.