Forgiven

Talking is easy. However, it has been months since Frans looked for Yura's existence, and the results are still nil! Yura's parents remain silent about their daughter's whereabouts, making Frans have to try harder to find his heart patch and apologize, then end the 'curse Frans will never be happy' for good.

"Frans, have you ever thought that, if there is a possibility that what Ken said is true?"

"Which one?" asked Frans, still busy with the documents on his desk.

"About the possibility that you're just too afraid of what the boy says in front of your house? After all, you've never seen him again, right? Could that be just nonsense?"

"His father said, Dika did not take the garbage anymore because the school holidays had finished. And I still believe in what the Goddess said." Frans leaned over, hooking his hands.

"It's been clear that over the past few months I've been trying to move on, but where? It all failed, right? From Ken who wants to match me with his pregnant gymnastics friend, mama with the same girl who is not known to be where, Tama with his clubbing friends, Papa with his business colleagues, and lastly you with our high school friends who were also my ex! All failed!"

Satria was silent to hear Frans's explanation. It's not wrong what his friend said. This man, who was still heartbroken in front of him, had yet to find anyone who could help Frans forget Yura. He had tried his luck many times with other women, but cupid didn't seem to aim at him with the arrow of love.

"If... You're pretty sure that what the boy meant was Yura, where did you come from?"

"According to lo? Who else? Do you know for yourself that I'm the same girl I used to break up really fine, even happy?"

Satria was silent. Yes, not wrong either. Frans has already told it. However, there was one name that Frans missed. Even Satria didn't expect that Ken—his wife—even made him convinced that it wasn't Yura who was the Princess, even if the curse was true. However, it could be Ken who is wrong or just talking. We don't know.

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This afternoon, with Satria, Frans left for Bandung to review his handling project. For at least these two days, he didn't need to hear Ken's pouting voice giving him a lively lecture. Frans did not think, how Satria for almost two years, was at home living a life with Ken that is very tiring. But that's what it's called when you're in love. Everything looks beautiful. Aren't Frans the same as Satria? Does the name of love blind him?

"Okay, sir. I will tell Mr. Frans," Satria ended his phone call.

"Why?"

"Mr. Brian, we'll let us go after lunch. He still has business."

"Oh, ok. We'll find a place to eat while we wait. It's up to Bandung as well."

Frans turned the steering wheel towards the Dago area and stopped at one of the restaurants and cafes that were not too crowded, but it seemed convenient to wait until late lunchtime. After ordering food and drinks, Frans and Satria discussed the development of the project in Bandung and several other cities while making a video conference call with Tama, who was being assigned to Bali.

There were still about two hours left before the meeting with Mr. Brian. Satria used that time to close his eyes briefly, but it seemed to be undone. Mainly the reason if it wasn't Ken who called and whined, longing for him. While Frans just shuddered in horror at Satria's condition and went to the toilet.

Frans' move stopped in the middle of the restaurant when both of his eyes caught a familiar figure. The one he always wanted to meet! The one who made him cry because of a broken heart. Yura was sitting on a chair in the room's corner. The girl smiled, talked enthusiastically, accompanied by hand gestures—the habit of Yura being excited about something—and in front of her, Frans could see a male figure who was now turning his back.

The step that initially went to the toilet now goes to Yura is. Getting closer and stopped right next to the table in the end. Frans' towering posture made Yura's smile instantly disappear from her beautiful face. Then, Yura and the man in front of her look up at Frans.

"Can I help you?"

Frans didn't answer a question from the man who looked at her in confusion.

"Can we talk?" asked Frans—more like pleading—to Yura, who paused with a sigh.

"We talked there," Yura replied as she got up from her seat, then whispered something into her male friend's ear and walked first towards the empty restaurant chair.

During this time, Frans always imagined what he would do and say if he met with Yura. Even the option to slap and curse the woman was also present in his imagination. Anything can happen in Frans's imaginary realm, let alone heartache, anger, but also love melting into one in his mind. Making him able to do anything, including slapping Yura right now as well. However, in fact...

"Are you alone?"

Yura tried to smile. She looked at Frans, "I'm good too."

Frans snorted. "I can see clearly. In fact, you are celebrating your first anniversary. As far as I can remember, you ran away from that church six months ago."

"Frans, I can explain."

"You know? You don't need to be clear on anything. At first, I wanted us to get back together again. But it doesn't seem possible."

"Frans—"

"Please let me go, Ra."

Yura winced, confused at Frans' request.

"I can never be happy if I can't get away from you. I still need your forgiveness. Everything I did to you during the two years we were together, it was wrong. I never cared about you. Yes, you're right, I've never been there for you. I've always been busy on my own. I should be able to divide my time with you, my future wife—ex. But I don't think I can."

"Frans—"

"I'm not done yet, Ra. I beg you, I'm sorry for everything. For all the heartache, I love you."

"I should have apologized to you, because it disappointed everyone. Including our parents."

"Go home. Come home, mom and dad are worried about you too."

Yura nodded. "Later, I'll definitely come. Frans, I'm also sorry for lying to you all this time. I know, I was so wrong. It's been many people. But I need someone who is always there for me, Frans."

"I understand."

"Thank you, you still love me when you know how I really am. How's my actual condition. But..." Yura turned for a moment to her friend, "Alfa is just like you. The difference—"

"He's always there for you," Frans cut.

Yura nodded softly with eyes that warmed up.

Frans suddenly reached out his hand to shake Yura's hand. When Yura replied to his handshake, their relationship was entirely over. Each can continue their life. Make whatever ever happened between them into a mere memory. Whether good or bad memories, they decide.

"I'm sorry, Ra."

"Me too, Frans," Yura said as she received Frans' handshake.

"Well, it turned out to be easy. It's not as hard as I imagined," Frans said as he pulled his hand back. "Are you in Bandung? After that day you immediately ran away to Bandung?" asked Frans, trying to dilute the atmosphere.

Yura nodded. "Alfa lives in Bandung. I caught up with him here. Are you here yourself?"

Frans patted his forehead, "Sori, I forgot!" Frans turned his head towards his desk again, seeing that Satria had woken up from his chicken sleep, and stared expressionlessly. "I'm in a hurry. There is a project review with Satria."

"Satria? Where?" asked Yura as she prodded her neck, looking for Satria's figure.

"Do you want to see him?"

Yura nodded. "He's your friend. He must have hurt as well. I want to apologize to him as well."

"Ok, Come!"

The two then moved to Satria; shortly after, Yura called Alfa to invite him to get to know Satria and Frans. Although a little awkward, the four talked as if they were old friends who met somewhere, then asked each other how they were.

Fifteen minutes later, Satria and Frans went to the project site. Not long, but enough for Frans, Yura, and Alfa to solve their problems. Frans decides and understands that his story with Yura is indeed over. The girl he fought for two years, the relationship without a blessing—even though his mother finally sanctioned it—was over.

"Frans, are you okay?" asked Satria worriedly. The reason is, his best friend has not made a sound since leaving the parking lot. His gaze was straightforward, tense, like a person who had first learned to drive.

"Frans?"

"Do I look good?" asked Frans back, turning to Satria.

Satria grimaced at Frans's face that was already wet with tears. He didn't expect Frans to cry over Yura, who stabbed him in the back. Whereas a few minutes ago, Frans still looked fine, even laughing loosely with Yura and Alfa. Now, Frans's wet face makes Satria shudder in horror, but he is very grateful not to behave like Frans when he had broken up with Ken, or even worse? We don't know.

"Why didn't you get her back?"

Frans shook his head. "I'm afraid that I'm going to make the same mistake. I realize now, she needs someone who is always there for her. The problem of her life is too heavy," explained Frans, still with tears.

Satria reached for the tissue box in the back seat and handed Frans a few sheets.

"Now you take the positive side. Move on. You've been sorry for Yura, so now you have to find another girl. You can and should be happy now."

Frans nodded. "You go to meet Mr. Brian. Tell him I'm not feeling well, sleeping in the car."

"Ok."

Frans and Yura are over. They have forgiven each other, even deciding to remain friends. It's hard, but it's the best. Now it's just how Frans continues his life that had stopped because he believed in the curse that befell him. Believe it or not, Frans' love life has never been smooth. There have always been many women in his life. Yura is the longest and nearest to his wife but still ends up halfway through. May the events of mutual forgiveness in the restaurant and the removal of hate in the heart end the curse of Frans.