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[Unlike most dating sites or other dating apps, an app like this will look controversial in the eyes of the public….]

I'm still reading the message S. S sent me but I can't help but interrupt typing it.

[Why controversial? We live in America. A country that cherishes freedom.]

I sent the message I typed to S.S. Suddenly he stopped typing and only read my messages. Again he did this to make me angry. I waited for a few minutes and still no new message from S.S. I want to get angry and tell him to reply to my messages but I'm sure it will all be in vain. Then to divert my annoyance, I put my cell phone on the table which had a drawer and a lamp on it, and walked to the window of this room.

I looked at the color of the curtains carefully and shifted them to the left. I kept sliding so that all the windows in this room could reflect the view of this city.

"Wow, how beautiful!" I muttered.

I saw the view of the city of Los Angeles from the window of this room. This window is very large, even more than my body size. Standing at this window makes me feel like I'm on top of the world in the company of the beautiful city of Los Angeles. I can't stop admiring this city on this clear night. I am constantly grateful for the fact that I was able to have the opportunity to come to the Los Angeles branch of CBL News.

After being satisfied enjoying the view of Los Angeles with natural lenses aka my eyes. Now I'm thinking of capturing it on an artificial lens aka my cell phone. A camera gives better results than a cell phone but I don't have a camera. So, I just use the artificial lens that I have.

"Ah ... my cellphone ... I have to take my cellphone," I said.

I walked over to the table and immediately grabbed my cell phone. Suddenly a notification came in. I looked at the notification window and it was from the Sudabay app.

"Later. I have to take a picture of this scene."

I'm not sure this scene can be photographed beautifully in the media I'm holding. However, there is no harm in trying. As the saying goes, we will never know if we never try.

Click!

I photographed the scene reflected in my bedroom window. Then I looked to the left, where all the shots were stored. It's also a quick button to the gallery.

"So ugly. A little blurry. A not very clear view of Los Angeles here," I grumbled.

I grumbled continuously. I originally only wanted to take a photo once but maybe if I tried to take several photos, the result would be different.

Click!

I started taking photos again using my cell phone but the result I wanted didn't appear. Finally, I gave up and stopped snapping activities. Then I walked to the sofa and sat there. I reopened the Sudabay app and read the message S. S sent me.

[You're right. Our country is a country that celebrates freedom but not that kind of freedom I mean. How do I explain it? It's going to be long. How about you just call me?]

This is a message from S.S. He asked me to contact him but I was too lazy to contact him. I still hold to the principle that guys should send messages first. Not the other way around.

[What if you call me? This is my number +62- 896- XXXXXXX]

A message has been sent to S.S. I find it risky to send private numbers to strangers. However, if something happened, I could just change my number. After all, I can't help it, if I stay here for a while. I'll be looking for an American number.

Ding!

Not long after, my cell phone rang and there was an incoming WhatsApp call from an unknown number. I ignored the incoming calls on my cell phone. I thought for a moment. I feel like I'm forgetting something but I don't know what it is. I suddenly had an inspiration. Turns out I forgot one important person. The person I met at the airport who had helped me to the information desk, Cecilia.

"Ouch, how could I forget Cecilia? Even though I was talking about her when we ate," I said with a regretful tone.

I scrolled through the contacts and typed Cecilia's name in the phone book list. I found her name not long after and pressed her name. There are three options available. The first option is telephone and video calls using WhatsApp, the second option is telephone and video calls using telegram and the third option is to call and call her with a regular number. However, because I'm still using the regular number and often use WhatsApp, I sent a WhatsApp message to him.

[Hi, Cecilia, it's me, Claretta.]

I'm waiting for Cecilia's response while looking at her profile picture,

"She's beautiful," I said simply.

Cecilia does look beautiful. In addition to her beautiful skin that shines like porcelain, she also has freckled cheeks like a Caucasian. Her lips are also so attractive, thick, and red like Kyle Jenner's. Thick eyebrows also adorn her eyes. Not embroidered eyebrows but natural eyebrows.

Beside her, there is a photo of a man with blonde hair and blue eyes. The man looked young and handsome. Not like Dad, she called at the airport when I met her. I was filled with a million questions about Cecilia but I knew that this was her privacy. I'm still not close to her though. I was just a lost stranger and happened to run into her at the airport. While I was still engrossed in Cecilia's profile photo, there was an incoming WhatsApp message from her.