Nayana has just broken up with her childhood friend Garvi because Garvi cheated on her. He also experienced an upsetting heartbreak. 
When Garvi moved house and was no longer her neighbor, Nareswara returned to Jakarta. Nareswara's presence annoyed Nayana because she didn't like her neighbor even though they had been friends since they were babies. After all, Nareswara's behavior was often naughty towards her. Nayana's dislike is inversely proportional to her mother and two siblings who like Nareswara and warmly welcome Nareswara. 

Even though she doesn't like Nareswara, Nayana also misses Nareswara, but she hides her feelings because of her pride. Even at school, Nareswara and Nayana couldn't be far from each other because they were in the same class and the same archery club. Slowly, Nayana begins to like Nareswara, especially when Nayana finds out the reason for Nareswara's cruel nature towards her all this time. That's because Nareswara was jealous of Garvi who took Nayana's attention when they were little. So, Nareswara wants to win back Nayana's attention by behaving mischievously. 

Nareswara is a support system for Nayana in achieving all of Nayana's changing dreams. Nareswara was so sincere towards Nayana, making Nayana slowly develop a feeling of love in her heart for Nareswara, even though Nareswara had had that feeling of love for a long time. However, Nayana didn't want what happened between her and Garvi to happen again, so she denied it all. Until Nayana turned twenty years old, Nayana could no longer avoid it, she accepted Nareswara's love and they decided to become lovers.

Mr. Lipstick

Everyone had dinner and I was left to sleep. Nobody woke me up to have dinner together. I'm hungry but I'm too lazy to go downstairs. It's fifteen minutes past ten in the evening and I can't eat at this late hour. It seems that sleeping again is the best option or drinking a can of cow's milk with added honey seems to be enough to fill this hungry stomach. Ok, I'll get up from this incredibly comfortable bed. 


When I was about to stand up from sitting on the bed, my phone rang and it seemed like a message had come in, but who would send a message at this time of night? So far I rarely get messages from anyone—oh, there are class groups and other groups that are busy like the night market but I rarely show up there even to just read them. Of course, I immediately deleted the entire message without reading it. Ok, this seems mean, but believe me, messages like that are not important and just reading them is a waste of time. 


Chapter 24