Alya, who was naturally nosy, also glanced at the paper in Viona's hand. The girl seemed to laugh when she saw the paper. 
"That wasn't Dewa who wrote it, that wasn't Dewa's writing." Said Alya who was standing not far from Viona. 
"How do you know?" Viona stared in surprise, how could Alya be so sure that it wasn't Dewa's writing. 
"Dewa's writing is unique, different from the others. If someone has seen Dewa's writing, they will immediately know that this isn't Dewa's writing." Alya replied as she walked away from Viona. 
"Why are you daydreaming in front of the door? Hurry up and get going." A hand patted Viona's shoulder, bringing the girl back from her daydream. 
"Eh sorry ... Sorry ..." Viona replied quickly as she shifted her body to the side to open access for her friends who were about to leave the classroom. 
Mimi, who accidentally glanced at Viona's hand which was still holding the dictionary in its previous position, also gave the same response as Alya. 
"Whose work is this? It's just weird." Mimi said, her hand taking over the dictionary which was still on the page with the letter D where there was a scribble of Dewa's name there with a black ink pen. 
"I don't know, earlier someone borrowed the dictionary and returned it and there was an i written on it." Viona replied while shrugging her shoulders. 
"It could be that Dewa actually still likes to think about you, I've also accidentally seen Dewa looking at you from afar several times but if the one who wrote this is definitely not Dewa, because Dewa's writing is not like this." Mimi's sentence just now made Viona's heart feel cool again, like being doused with fresh water.
"What's Dewa's writing like?" Viona asked, her eyes still staring at the dictionary page that was now in Mimi's hands.
Mimi shrugged casually, but there was a small smile playing at the corner of her lips.
"Dewa's writing is... slightly slanted to the right, the foot of the letter M is often made double, and the dot of the 'i' is sometimes made into a small star shape. And his writing definitely leaves a mark on the sheet of paper behind it. It's strange, but very distinctive."
Viona tried to remember. As far as she could remember, she had seen Dewa's writing on the bulletin board when there was a group assignment, and indeed... there was something different about the way he wrote. The writing seemed to have character, as if reflecting the personality of its owner—who was ambitious and persistent.
"But how come it's so unique?" Viona looked at Mimi with a gaze full of curiosity.
Mimi nodded slowly, as if she was replaying the memory in her head.
"Because Dewa is a perfectionist, Vi. Even his writing looks like it was designed before it was stuck to the paper. Each letter has the right distance, even... and yes, like you said, persistent. Not carelessly." 
Viona was silent. Her finger reflexively touched the writing on the small paper, gently stroking the heart shape printed there. It felt too... ordinary. Too plain for a Dewa. 
"If it wasn't him, this must be Gita's work," she muttered softly because it was indeed Gita who had just borrowed her dictionary.
"Well, let it be, it's not important anyway." Viona replied, then immediately walking towards the school gate. Because in less than forty-five minutes she would have to feel at the studio for the dirty Glady event for the cultural week in celebration of the anniversary of city X. 
The studio was crowded that afternoon. The sound of traditional music was heard from the loudspeakers, mixed with the footsteps of the dancers practicing. Viona immediately changed clothes and tucked her dictionary into her bag, even though her mind was still haunted by the small paper that said "I ❤ u". 
"Vi, focus! Your steps were one beat behind," scolded Kak Rini, their trainer, while clapping her hands loudly to get attention. 
"Sorry, Kak!" Viona replied quickly. She regulated her breathing and tried to calm her mind. 
However, during the practice break, when everyone sat down to rest, Viona unconsciously reopened her dictionary. Her fingers stopped on the letter D page, where the paper had been found. 
"Why are you spacing out again?" Sarah asked while sipping mineral water. Her breath was still short after the exercise.
Viona hurriedly closed her dictionary, then put it in her bag. “No, just... thinking about schoolwork,” she said quickly, trying to sound casual.
Sarah glanced suspiciously, but didn’t pursue. She just shrugged. “Okay, don’t think too much and forget the movements.”
After practice was over, Viona went home with a more lively mind than usual. In her room, she opened the dictionary again, hoping that the writing was indeed Dewa's, even though that possibility was completely impossible because according to some people and from what she had seen, Dewa's writing was not like that. 
That night, after cleaning herself and having dinner, Viona sat at her study table. The table lamp illuminated the open books, but her thoughts wandered who knows where. She took the dictionary again. She opened the page with the letter D, staring for a long time at the scribbles of Dewa's name and the words I ❤ u that were still there. 
"Why do I have to write this in someone else's dictionary?" she muttered softly. 
She stared at the letters that were scratched in black ink. There was no distinctive slant, no small star above the 'i', no firm strokes like Dewa's writing that she remembered. But for some reason, her heart still wanted to believe, even though her logic refused. 
Viona glanced at her cellphone that was not far from her, she intended to send a message to Gita. "Git, was it you who wrote the dictionary?"
Without waiting long, Gita's reply immediately entered Viona's cellphone, "Hehe, Sorry. Just messing around."
Viona's heart beat faster. Her hands typed quickly.
Viona: "So it was you who wrote it?"
Gita typed for a long time. The dots on the screen felt like waiting for exam results.
“Yes, sorry... I just wanted to test your reaction. I wanted to know whether you still have high hopes for Dewa or not, since you’ve been busy at the studio you’ve rarely talked to me. Because I know Dewa still often watches you from afar even though he already has a girlfriend. 
Viona was silent. She felt mixed feelings —between annoyance, confusion, but there was a little bit of happiness when she read Gita’s reply. Viona closed her eyes for a moment. It turned out that she wasn’t the only one who had unresolved feelings.