AMEERA'S LOVE STORY

PART 17'S

A few weeks have passed since I got the news about Habibie's passing without any news. The national exam is in sight. However, I still have to be eager to finish my education. It's for both my parents. They've been working hard to get me this far.

And again I remembered Habibie's promise to propose to me once I graduated High School. So far, Habibie has never broken his promise. I still wish he would suddenly come home with his family to propose to me. Remembering that all my spirit slowly returned. I'm sure my Habibie will be back, soon.

The day of the exam arrived. I'm grateful because the things I tested turned out to be able to finish. Although there are some that I can't do, but that's only a small part. I'm sure I can graduate, hopefully.

Finally the long-awaited day arrived, the day of graduation. We all gathered in the field to receive our graduation letter. And as expected, I graduated. I rushed home to tell my parents about this happy news.

Both my parents were very happy to hear about my graduation. Then Mom asked me about my next plan. I was worried, confused as to what to answer. I couldn't have told both my parents that someone would propose to me. At the moment everything is still unclear. I have to get to Habibie as soon as possible, no matter what.

Almost every day I walk through the boarding gate. I wish I could find my Habibi there. Maybe he's home. I just wanted to meet him, make sure of our relationship. But no, I didn't find what I was looking for.

Until without feeling my wait until the month of Ramadan.  I pray every day that I can meet Habibie. Mamah said praying during Ramadan will be granted. My only wish is one, to meet my Habibie to gain clarity about our relationship.

Arriving at the end of Ramadan, my prayer has not yet been answered. I was desperate, disappointed, and I didn't know what else to do. I didn't even plan B. All this time I had only one plan, married Habibie and lived happily.

Takbir echoed, signifying that Ramadan was over and that it was time for the celebration of Eid al-Fitr. Kupandangi in the hand, the game gave Habibie. Without tears melted in cheeks. I miss so much, miss the figure of my lover who has disappeared. I miss his smile, his voice, his scent, I miss everything he has.

I went with my parents to pray Eid al-Fitr. After that it continued with friendship between citizens. We along with several other residents entered the pesantren area. Suddenly my heart beats faster. I saw him, yes he is Habibie, my Habibie ....

Habibie seemed to be chatting with some people there. I'm glued to see it. The world stopped turning. Suddenly Habibie looked. Our eyes met for a moment. The same longing seemed to be there.

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Want me to run towards him and hold him tightly while saying, ‘don't go .. don't go again baby, I love you .. I love you .. I love you. I love you.”

I wiped the tears that were dripping on my cheeks. I saw Habibie do the same thing. All we can do right now is smile in the day, far away.

Amid the hustle and bustle of the pesantren atmosphere suddenly we were surprised by the arrival of a car parked in front of the pesantren gate. One man and two women got out of the car. Warm welcome from the family of mr. Kyai. Apparently he is a friend of Mr. Kyai. And the two women who accompanied him were his wife and son.

I heard the mothers around me start whispering.

“Oh that would-be ghost sir kyai.”

“Beauty well.”

“It looks like alim, the hijab is wide.”

“Suit well sir ustadz.”

“But reportedly pak ustadz already have his own candidate.”

“Yes, but I don't agree. Ummya want the same equivalent of his religious knowledge.”

My heart ached hearing everything the mothers said. Kulrik Habibie's. He seemed to smile as he greeted the friend of his brother. I saw the girl in the broad veil watching my Habibie. She smiled shyly. Not wanting to see it further, I decided to leave.

“Ameera wait!” I stopped my steps as soon as I realized someone was calling me. I turned back. There was a man whose presence I missed so much that he was running towards me.

Oh Lord .. Thank you, thank you for granting my prayer.

Awkward, that's how we feel when we face each other. I refrained from doing the things I wanted to do.

“Someone slandered me Ra,” Habibie started telling me, “and because of that slander, umi was very angry. Umi sent me to stay at Grandma's house. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. It's hard for me to see you, I've tried, believe me.”

“Umi believe it just like that?” manya curious.

Habibie seemed to let out a long sigh, “previously umi asked me about the truth of the news. And I'm explaining the truth. Said umi I'm still wrong.”

“Sorry.” That's all I can say. I am also involved in that mistake.

“And the girl? Who's the girl? I heard, she'll be betrothed to Aa?” My heart trembled, not wanting to hear the answer.

“Alifa, her name is Alifa. She is the daughter of Abi's best friend. And yes, you're right we were indeed betrothed.” There was disappointment in Habibie's face.

I can't hold back my tears anymore. I just let it flow. I don't intend to wipe it or stop it. I want to take this sadness off immediately. Want to vent a feeling of tightness in the chest. It wasn't a meeting like this that I expected with Habibie.

Habibie seemed confused to see me sobbing, “hei, don't cry. Please, please give me some time to finish this. Give me time to convince Umi of my choice. If necessary I will oppose Umi for your sake Ra. Please, stop crying.”

I shook my head at Habibie's statement, “no A, I don't want to make you a bad boy. Maybe we are not fooled.”

“You mean, you gave up Ra?” tanyanya rouse.

I nodded my head in response, “ini the best A.” Then turned my back to continue my journey home.

“Ameera wait!” habibie. “I love you.” Said later.

I stopped my footsteps for a moment. My heart ripples. Truly, these are the words I have wanted to hear from him so far. But I've reached one decision. I will not turn back, or my heart will melt.

A few steps away, I can still hear Habibie's voice, “wait me Ameera, once I can convince umi, I will come to you.”

I kept walking away from Habibie. Not once did I look at him again. I was afraid, afraid that this fragile heart would return to hope for him. And that can't happen. Habibie's too far for me to go. Even in my little heart I still hope that one day my Habibi will come.

‘I also love you dear, Habibieku ..’ One sentence that was always in my heart, one that I never told her.

Flashback off ...

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