AMEERA'S LOVE STORY
PART 15'S
[Ameera Assalamualaikum, Germany,
Earlier Aa apologized if she had to say this via message. Actually Aa was at your house, but apparently you're not home. Aa just wants to invite you to Aa's wedding, God willing this Sunday. Aa hope you can come Ra, because after all you have to stay awake.
Habiby].
Flashbacks ....
At that time I was still in the second grade of High School. The most exciting time of all the way my life story. There I met a lot of new people, including Habibie.
Habibie is the son of the owner of the boarding school where I used to study religion there. I am not a hymn santri there, only participated in the lightning pesantren held by the pesantren in the month of Ramadan every year for twenty days. And that's because to fulfill schoolwork.
One day Mr. Kyai introduced an ustadz to us. He said this ustadz is a bachelor of religious sciences from out of town and is currently studying a master's program at one of the universities in our city. And it turned out that the man was Habibie, his eldest son.
Habibie's charm attracted a lot of attention from the santriwati there. With a handsome face and clever religious knowledge becomes its own advantages for Habibie. Not a few girls my age become impromptu students just because they want to be close to him.
It was the last day of the lightning pesantren. Participants disperse after the Maghrib prayer congregate and proceed with breaking the fast together. When going home, it suddenly rained hard. One by one the participants of the lightning pesantren have started to leave the pesantren area when they have received an invitation. And I am alone.
Suddenly I was struck by the voice of someone greeting me from behind, it turned out to be Habibie. He invited me to pray at the mosque while waiting for my parents or anyone to pick me up. I also agreed to Habibie's invitation even though I wasn't sure if someone would pick me up.
After tarawih I saw the rain had started to subside, not as hard as it was. I got out of the mosque and meant to go home. I covered my head wrapped in a headscarf with the palm of my hand to avoid the rain.
“Ameera, wait!” I looked up when I realized someone was calling me from behind. I saw Habibie half running towards me while wearing an umbrella.
“Let me take you home. It's late, it's not good for a girl to walk alone like this,” she said when she reached me, “ayo!” bring later.
We walked side by side wearing the same umbrella. Actually Habibie does not need to do all that. Besides because the rain had begun to subside, I think the way to my house so far there was no harm so Habibie had to take me home. Besides being this close to Habibie made me feel a little stubborn. I can even smell her perfume.
In the middle of the trip I tried to negotiate with him, “Ustadz did not need to take me so far, I was so bad. After all the rain has subsided, my home is also near.”
“Don't call me Ustadz, pangil aja Aa. And don't be too official so Ra,” he said.
We continued our journey in silence. I didn't say a word unless he asked. And it seems like Habibie really wants to know everything about me, where my school is, what class, what major, and so on. Though I thought he would ask about the contents of the book he taught in the pesantren. If so, then I have to be honest if I follow the pesantren no more than just completing schoolwork.
Without feeling we have arrived in front of my house. I rushed into the house after earlier inviting Habibie in, but was rejected on the grounds that the time was late.
From then on I started getting close to Habibie. He sent me gifts several times via the santri who went to the boarding school. Even before Eid al-Fitr he gave me a set of gamis that he asked me to wear during the holidays.
On Eid al-Fitr, I met Habibie again. This time we are together with our families to be in touch between citizens. Habibie smiled at me, and I replied with a smile as well.
When all the residents were busy shaking hands with each other, Habibie suddenly approached me, “thank you are willing to wear this robe, beautiful.”
After saying that Habibie returned away to approach his family. Leaving me unbeknownst to him was blushing embarrassed at his praise. I don't know how red my face was at the time.
Although there was no declaration of love between us, but I'm sure Habibie loved me as much as I loved her. Just because Habibie was the son of a kyai, we were forced to hide our relationship from everyone in order to preserve the good name of the Habibie family.
Our relationship remained the same until I went up to 3rd grade High School. Habibie still drives and picks me up for school. As usual, I met and parted with him at the end of the village road. However, I don't mind at all. His attention remains the same for me. I can feel it.
In the middle of the year, Mamahku got word from my brother who was wandering outside the city that he was getting married. We were all asked to come. Since graduating high school, my two older brothers, number one and two, have decided to move out of town. Looking for a better life. And it turns out my brother was the first to meet his soul mate there. We are happy to hear the news.
After a long discussion, you decided to leave for one more week because the wedding will be held in two weeks. I want to help prepare my brother to take care of everything there. While I will follow once my semester exam is over.
One week later my family left by train. I stared sadly at their departure. If it wasn't for the exam, I would have been there with my family.
I spent the next few days without my family. Loneliness is certain, but it will not be long, once the exam is over, I will soon meet them again.
Without feeling the last day of the exam I have passed. As usual, Habibie came to pick me up.
“When did you meet father Ra?” habibie asked, opening the conversation as we were on our way.
“Insyaallah tomorrow A.” My answer.
Habibie seemed to think for a moment to hear my answer. After being silent for a long time Habibie finally said, “Aa anterin aja well? Aa worried about you.”
I was a little hesitant to respond to Habibie's offer, “but A, what about Aa's parents?”
Habibie seemed to think of the answer to my question, “later Aa thought,” answered him in the end.
We continued our journey while occasionally chatting. Every time I picked me up Habibie often asked about my activities that day, and I also excitedly told everything with passion. Habibie would only be a loyal listener. Although occasionally responding to my babble that always makes him smile.
I looked at his back that was plastered in plain sight. I wanted to hug him once from behind, feel the warmth of Habibie's body, but of course I didn't. Although I was often jealous of my friends hugging their lovers on a motorcycle when riding together, but that did not apply to me and Habibie. I was sane enough not to do such a stupid thing to Habibie even if my heart wanted it. I know Habibie well enough, and I know Habibie doesn't like him.
The next day as planned, I will leave the city following my parents. I rushed out of the house, locked it, and left the key to the next-door neighbor. Don't forget to deliver your message to ask for help feeding our chickens.
I headed to the station by ojek. Once I got to the destination, I immediately went down and handed the helmet and some money to the kang ojek. As soon as I spread my eyes towards the station I saw Habibie standing there smiling at me, sweet. With a happy feeling I walked up to him.
“Aa so do I?” I ask so until in front of him.
Habibie simply nodded without letting out his smile as he brandished two train tickets and put them back in his jacket pocket. Finally we walked to the waiting room of the station to wait for the train that would take us to our destination.
Twenty minutes later our train arrived at the station. I got on the train and was followed by Habibie. And we were both sitting side by side in seats with numbers corresponding to those on the tickets we were holding.
A few minutes later, our train was leaving. Our first and only long journey will be our last.
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