In the middle of the hustle and bustle city at that time was not the same as usual. A drizzle of water from the sky fell over the buildings rooted in the earth. Indeed, there are still many who wander around, but more are silent within the concrete wall hoping the rain subsides quickly.

"Ugh."

The young man stretched on the bed. His hands groped the right side of his body. Grabbing a cellphone that shows the time of 7.15 plus cloud cover as the background. Today's weather forecast is a cloudy cloud covering southern Jakarta.

The young man slowly rose to open his eyes. Every day, when the rainy season will arrive, there is no warning of rain that arrives. Last night he had seen the anchor say that Jakarta's weather would be sunny.

"Nature does not want to be lied to," he cursed, reaching for the towel. He entered a white room decorated with marble and glass floors hanging on the wall.

From the mirror there is a handsome young man. The young man who was staring intently into his shadow.
There is something wrong.

"Adrian."

The name he called came out. As if he was talking with his own reflection on the mirror. The lines on his face did not calm down as his hands squeezed his small shoulders. Her body is not what she really should be.

"I'm Adrian not Adrea."

The dark memory threw it back into the past. Precisely on the day of the funeral of her twin brother, Adrian. The day he replaced his brother's identity.

Adrea didn't meet with bright lights often. Often meet with darkness and loneliness. Hiding from relatives is not a few who do not know her whereabouts.

"Boy, you should not touch this."
"I wanna a big Hello Kitty doll."
"You don't need a big doll, Adrian."

Adrea's eyes are closed tightly. Enough once.

"Why do you have to give birth to a daughter!"

Enough.

"He doesn't even know what his future will be!"

Once she only really wanted one thing.

"Papa, Mom, I think I will try to get into the literature department."

"What is your natural science for that major?"

"Adrian, listen to your father."

"I've thought about it."

"No."

"But Uncle Gerald recommends..."

"Adrian!"

"I am your father, not Uncle Gerald."

"The decision remains, you must register in the engineering department."

"But I have ask..."

Adrea looked at his reflection again. Her hands pulled the child's elongated hair to the ears. She deliberately lengthened the front because he no longer had to obey the rules like she was in school first. But still.

She could not hide something that was predestined. Her body and soul cannot lie. She regretted that Adrian was not in front of him.

End of March. The calendar has shown March 23 and several weeks did not feel the final semester exams arrived.

This is a condition proposed by Adrian — more precisely by Adrea himself — to enter the literature department. She will prove to his parents that the course he chose is the best course for her. Not forced to continue the family business.
She spent a lot of time between the two campuses, both engineering and literature. Less than what she did outside of college activities even she was released did not follow the department organization. Maybe this is the reason that the two departments of literature and technique have given them leeway. They know the agreement Adrian made with her father, Asad Sanchatur, as a donor at the place where she honed her knowledge.