Putri Becomes Doubt

"Dimas?"

"Yes. Miss. Putri?" Dimas looked back at Putri, who had been silent for a long time.

"Have you ever loved someone? But you know that the person you love will never be completely yours," asked Putri looking out the window.

"Yes, I have," Dimas' answer made Putri a little surprised. Putri leaned forward and put her face on the back of the front seat.

"Oh, really? I can't believe it." Putri looked suspiciously at Dimas.

"It's your right not to believe me," Dimas answered straightforwardly. Putri looked back at him. 

Putri forcibly stepped towards the front seat. Dimas saw Putri crossing towards the front of the bench, was shocked and confused.

"Miss. Putri? What are you doing?" said Dimas at the same time was hit by Putri's legs, who were trying to move her legs from the back seat to the front seat.

"Ahh, sorry Dimas," Putri said with a big smile, 

"I want to hear your story, can I?" Putri grinned widely.

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