She was always trying to be a good girl, because that was the best way. And this time, she was challenged to defend that principle.

***

"Stop Aruna, you make me regret it." Damar whispered, wiping the tears streaming down Aruna's cheeks.

Aruna was stunned for a moment when she realised that man was kneeling in front of her. Peeking at Aruna between the fingers covering her face, Damar lowered her hand several times to rub the girl's cheek.

When her mood had calmed down, the girl took a deep breath. She then emptied her tight chest.

"Damar, I know for sure this is hard for you. However, I can't give you anything. My life path has been arranged and I've decided I will live it the best I can." Aruna carefully answered.

Damar looked down, holding Aruna's knee, like a knight stabbed by a sword in the heart. The man's eyes became even redder, burning as if to beg for something.

"Huh." Damar gasped in disbelief.

"Even when you know he only used you?" Damar coaxed Aruna, reminding the 'He' who wasn't worth mentioning, has another lover.

"My situation is not that simple Damar, it's about saving my family. I'm sure he also went through the same difficulty." Aruna stroked the man's hair, trying to calm him down.

"Can I ask you a little hope?" Again, the man pleaded. Maybe he could accompany Aruna, like that artist accompanied Aruna's future husband.

Aruna shook her head, making sure there was no chance for Damar to hope.

"Even though my marriage, it may only last 2 years. I will not give you a chance." Aruna confirmed her words, making sure Damar understood.

However, Damar's expression suddenly changed, as if there was still hope.

"No Damar, I will not let you wait for me." Aruna confirmed once again that Damar didn't stand a chance.

"I can do it." Damar replied. Aruna stopped the rhythm of her touch from Damar's hair.

"That's enough, let's just go home." Aruna felt really tired.

"Fine, I won't beg again. But give me a reason that makes sense. Why don't you give me the slightest chance?" Damar got up, then sat on a bench park with Aruna. He didn't want her to be depressed.

"I don't want any hearts hurt after this, which pushed me to this point. Because I want to save some people's hearts. I think so. It all ends in me. In fact there are still hurt. And that's you, Damar." Aruna recalled how painful it was to see Alia's and Aditya at that time.

"Two years is not a short time. I don't want to be selfish, holding you hostage with false hopes. There will definitely be a lot of stories coming your way. I hope you will open up to anyone who comes after this." Aruna glanced at Damar, touching the boy's hand, and making sure that he could get through this.

"Literature students are good at making people fall in love, I'm sure you're also good at moving on." Joking, Aruna put her shoulder on Damar's arm.

"I will follow your words. But on one condition." Damar's request was full of confidence.

"Just give me a day of your time, as compensation for the 17 thousand hours I mortgaged for loving you." Damar chirped.

"There's such compensation??" Aruna replied. She felt more relieved. Damar's expression had returned to normal.

"There is." Damar casually answered. The two friends went down the multi-storey building on the way home.

"If I say yes, what do I get??"

"You can position me as your best friend back, without being awkward. And I won't demand more." Damar's answer was full of determination.

'If I can't have you, or lead you to happiness. At least I can turn it into a sweet memory of your teenage years that she will give a small smile when remembering it.'

Damar understood Aruna's situation. Maybe after this, there would be tough days for Aruna. Married to a man of love. Isn't that the same as entering the gate of a building that is ready to collapse?

"Good."

Aruna thought for a long time. She finally decided to accept Damar's request right before she waved her hand, then slipped into the white fence assisted by the family security guard.

***

At the other end, the CEO was monitoring the computer screen, as if he didn't want to blink. He checked out every video and photo that his subordinate sent him. His mouth was shut, and his mind wandered through space somewhere.

"What are these two people talking about??" The statement swirled in his head, without answering. It made him even more curious and disgusted with himself.

'What am I doing??'

'Why am I silly like this??'

Hendra rubbed his face, cursing himself repeatedly for unreasonable deeds.

Unfortunately, there was an incoming notification on the WhatsApp Web screen. He spontaneously opened the message and observed it in detail.

***

Damar accelerated his footsteps, realising someone was walking behind.

Smiling mischievously, the man softly ran and then got louder as he took off the jacket he was wearing.

A moment later, it suddenly stopped. And in a flash, he flicked his coat at the man wearing the face mask. Damar managed to knock the mysterious man to the ground, locking his hands with a jacket.

"Gotcha, give me your camera." The man protected his camera and phone as if they were precious items.

Damar was overwhelmed to lift the man's body so he could take the camera that was squeezed between the pavement floor and the stalker's chest.

"Hey.. your camera can be damaged." Damar almost managed to snatch it away.

Unfortunately, there is another man who suddenly appeared along with the black car. Another man, more muscular, pushed Damar's body and threw him away. They then hurried into the car, darting far without catching up.

"Who are they?"