AMEERA'S LOVE STORY

PART 16'S

I chose to sit on the window. Our trip will take at least twelve hours, and it will make me very bored. But no, my lover is beside me, I will definitely enjoy the trip this time.

I blinked my eyes when I realized I was asleep. As I recall we were chatting, yes, me and Habibie. And I'm more surprised it turns out that the cushion I fell asleep turned Habibie's shoulder. I doubt it towards him. And how relieved I am after seeing it turns out wherever it is sleeping.

Soon I confirmed my sitting position. I wish he didn't realize that I had shaken his shoulder. If not, maybe he'll feel right about me.

Hungry whack. I bought food to the hawkers who got on the train. Two packs of rames I received, and Habibie paid for them.

“Where will you be picked up who is Ra?” habibie asked in the middle of our meal.

“Second sister I A,” I replied, “Aa want to nap where?” tanyaku later.

“Aa to uncle's house. Oiya, can Aa come to your sister's wedding?” tanyakanya.

I weighed for a moment. How could Habibie suddenly appear at my brother's wedding while we did not invite any of our neighbors in the village. Wouldn't that be a question for my family.

Seeing my doubts, Habibie finally concluded, “hemmm ... can't be yah?”

“Not so A, I will only be confused when suddenly my family saw Aa there, whereas we did not invite anyone in our village.” I decided to be honest with him.

Habibie looks sorry, “maaf well Ra, Aa makes you so uncomfortable.”

I can understand the direction of Habibie's talk. How the end of our relationship in the future, is still a mystery. Even though my little heart wants us to be together forever.

“Later after you graduate SMA, Aa will ask abi to propose you for Aa. You want Ra?” tanyakanya.

I was surprised to hear Habibie. I subconsciously smiled and immediately turned my eyes out of the window. Imagining Habibie and her family proposing to me, then being tied up in a marriage relationship made my heart feel warm. Yeah, just a few more months.

It was late when we arrived at the station. We got off the train together. I spread my eyes looking for my brother. And as soon as I saw it, I told Habibie.

We finally split up at the station. Habibie was still at the station when I left with my brother. Habibie said he would take the KRD to the town where his uncle lives tomorrow morning. Not too far away, only about an hour's drive from here.

Once again I turned towards Habibie who was still standing in the same place, smiling at me. This heart ripples. I don't know why this breakup is so heavy. I wanted to turn around and run towards him and hug him tightly. Then I took his hand and announced to the world that he was mine, Habibie was mine.

But my common sense immediately dismissed that stupid idea. It will only tarnish the good name of Habibie and his family. The only thing I have to do is be patient. We'll be together in a few months.

Two weeks passed. I went back to my village with my family. A few days later the school came in. I have to prepare for the last semester. The last months will be busy months, because in addition to studying on a regular schedule, there will be compaction and tryout.

A few weeks have passed since I started school, I have never met Habibie. Longing struck. I wanted to go to his house and look for him, and ask him how he was doing, but it was impossible.

Because of the longing that has erupted, I decided to take a walk around the pesantren. I know I'm lucky to see it even from afar. I started walking towards the pesantren and stopped at a stall selling snacks around the pesantren. I pretended to buy a drink while occasionally stealing glances at the boarding gate.

“Bi, buy pads.” said the girl.

“Eh neng Revi, new look again. Tumben alone, his friends where?” ask the owner of the stall who seems familiar with the girl who was standing next to me.

“Already at home to his house each bi. They are just an impromptu santri bi, come to the pesantren just to meet his son Pak kyai. Because it was shown that there was no, yes they returned to their respective homes.” The answer.

Deg ...

‘Pak kyai's son? Habibie means something?’ I was worried, wanting me to ask this girl beside me about her statement that indirectly said that my Habibie had left. But where? Suddenly an unpleasant feeling seeped into the mind. Don't-don't ....

“This is the money bi, thanks yah.” said the girl to the shop owner while handing over the money for payment of her groceries.

The girl rushed to leave the stall to return to enter the pesantren.

After the death of the girl, the owner of the stall seemed to grumble, “kids today can not seriously look for religious knowledge, Just kidding. His mind is cowooo. Dateng to pesantren instead of to gain knowledge, even scabbing pak kyai.”

Because I was very curious I finally asked, “ indeed Pak kyai children where bi?”

The shop owner seemed to stop his activities and looked at me. I was being stared at as being wrong.

“Already don't live here anymore.” Answer's short.

“Why?” I started not being able to control my emotions.

The owner of the stall looks to turn left and right and lean his body closer towards me, “a few weeks ago the Umi (call for his mother Habibie) who sold fried food at the station saw ustadz along with a girl on a train heading out of town. Maybe they'll elope. Then he reported it to Umi. He said Mr. ustadz looked as friendly as the girl. They even held hands shamelessly, sitting side by side at the station while hugging. And even more embarrassing, the girl dressed very sexy. It's very inappropriate to be side by side with Mr. Ustadz. Then heard the news Umi was very angry with Pak ustadz, and then sent him away from home.”

I was very surprised to hear the explanation of the shop owner. Is the girl in question me? At that time, I was not dressed sexy. Despite not wearing a headscarf, I dressed quite modestly with jeans and a t-shirt paired with a jacket. And what was that? Holding hands and hugging? As long as we were together, Habibie never touched me at all. Moreover, doing the things that the owner of the stall mentioned.

Enough with my surprise, there is one important thing I have to make sure first, “if you may know, where sir ustadz go bi?”

“Aibi is not sure, some say out of town, some say abroad. I don't know, his name is also bird.” news The answer.

I set foot leaving the shop. I don't know what I'm gonna do now. My heart is empty, half my soul is gone. I feel like I have no hope anymore. God, what should I do now?.

The following days I passed by empty. There is no spirit like before. Anyway I have to ensure the continuation of my relationship with Habibie. But where should I look?. I couldn't even concentrate on studying, but the national exam was only a few weeks away.

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