Arinda, First Love

Go back to Bogor Part 2

After lunch with various dishes prepared by his parents, Raka decided to leave and returned to Jakarta.

The mother who had hoped that Raka would become her son-in-law, immediately thought of a way so that Raka would not go home immediately by telling Arin to invite Raka to visit Meisya.

And finally there they are, in front of a minimalist style house with a yard filled with ornamental plants and beautiful flowers.

Tok tok, tock,

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Arin and Raka together.

"Greetings" replied Adrian as he opened the door.

To his surprise he saw his sister standing in front of him. Because neither Arin nor his parents did tell him that Arin was going home.

Arin immediately rushed towards his older brother while congratulating him because he had now become a father. Because Arin came on Saturday, Adrian was also on holiday.

"Why don't you tell me to go home? Kan brother can pick you up at the station." he said not to pay attention to Raka who is still at the door.

"Let's surprise." said Arinda laughing.

"You're the basic. Yes already, enter Meisya yuk again in the tuh room." said Adrian invited his sister to enter.

"Eh brother, I am not alone equally calm" said Arin while calling Raka with a wave of his hand.

"Raka here." call him later.

"Who de?“ adrian whisky.

"Temen." replied Arin briefly.

"Sir, know this Raka temen me from Jakarta." said Arin introduced.

"Oh yes, Adrian." said Adrian giving his hand.

"Raka.“ said Raka while shaking Adrian's hand.

"Come on Raka, please come in." said Adrian.

"Rin took Raka inside, sister called Meisya first." said Adrian then passed.

Arin invites Raka to come in and allows her to sit on the sofa while waiting for her best friend and nephew to come.

Not until 5 minutes Meisya also came with a jockeying up to call Arin who is his best friend and sister-in-law. And they immediately embraced very happily, while the baby was carried by Adrian the father.

"so mother does not need to bar-bar." said Arin still clutched the body of his best friend.

"Gue still did not expect Rin, I now have a baby already become a mother. We're still cute." replied meisya with an adorable face.

"Eat him you don't bar-bar anymore now, must be calm to be an example for my ponakan." said Arin with a smile.

"Yes, yeah. That's why you're desperate so that our child will not be far away his age so that it can be like us." said Meisya whining to make Arin laugh.

"May." said Arin gestured if he did not come alone.

"Eh, who is Rin?" ask Meisya spontaneously.

"Oh, know this Raka memen from Jakarta." said Arin introduced.

"Hi, Raka."

"Meissy."

"Yes, we have sat down first, Raka please sit down." said Meisya.

Then Meisya called the housekeeper who worked at her house to make drinks and bring snacks for her guests.

Since giving birth Adrian chose to hire an ART because he had to start working but did not have the heart to leave his wife alone.

While he did not want to trouble his mother and in-laws to take care of his wife. Therefore he chose to hire people to help his wife work at home and Meisya could focus on their baby.

Arin asked for permission to hold his new nephew who looked very beautiful and adorable. He is exactly like Meisya but has eyes and lips like Adrian.

They were at Adrian's house for almost 3 hours. When Meisya is about to put her son to sleep in the room, she asks Arin to follow her to the room on the grounds of asking for something to help.

But after arriving in the room, Meisya immediately put the baby in the box. And with the spirit of his 45 men scout Arin to ask who Raka really is. He was so disappointed to hear that Raka was just a friend to Arin.

"When will Rin kayak gini get there?"

"Gue doesn't know Mei, but right now I'm just comfortable as if she's nothing more."

"You sure you don't want to try him?"

"May, please.. Now I don't want to think about it first. Although it does not rule out the possibility that in the end I can fall in love with Raka, but yes now belom Mei."

Meisya could only sigh disappointed with the answer that her sister-in-law gave.

Shortly after that they decided to go home because it was late afternoon and Raka had to return to Jakarta, Arinda thought.

Lucky distance Adrian house with the home of his parents is not far, after arriving home, Raka was immediately say goodbye to his parents Arinda.

Several times the mother tried to hold Raka home on the grounds of inviting her to dinner together. Although actually Raka is still at home, but he does not want to make Arin uncomfortable with his presence.

"Yes, thank you for coming all the way here."

"Wait back to Jakarta need me to pick up again?"

"No, I'll take the train."

"really? "

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes, I'm home."

"Be careful on the streets, thank you again."

The drama is finished. In the evening Arin was about to go to the minimarket which was at the end of the street across from his parents' housing. He went on his father's matic motorcycle parked in the garage.

It has long been felt he did not use his favorite matic motorcycle since he knew Raka. Because wherever he went, Raka always had time to take him and even pick him up.

Arin also smiled thinly considering his daily life which was more like having a girlfriend when with Raka. Not until 10 minutes finally he arrived at the minimarket which became his goal.

After buying ice cream and some snacks that he wanted, he rushed to buy some roadside snacks that he could only meet in the rainy city.

It has been a long time since he last enjoyed a street food in his hometown. Every time he came home, he never went anywhere even for a leisurely stroll enjoying the atmosphere of Saturday at night.

Arin again drove his motorcycle to a place that became the favorite tongkrongan of young people around. Dozens of street vendors are peddling all their merchandise there.

After re-parking his motorbike he walked through a row of street vendors while enjoying ice cream in his hands.

He ordered a chocolate cheese pandan martabak for his father, and a special egg martabak for his mother.

He himself was looking for something he had wanted for a long time. After walking for about 200 meters he found a cilok cart that was being surrounded by buyers.

Cilok meatballs is one of the snacks that sometimes still difficult to meet in Jakarta. And if there is, it feels very much different from the mang ade meatballs that are in front of it.

Patiently Arin was waiting for the queue to be served. Since Junior High Arin and his friends often come here to buy cilok mang ade. He almost never empty of buyers every day.

"Mang 10 thousand yes, use gravy do not use sauce but use the sauce sambel a little bit of his wound that much" said Arin made Mang Ade turned his head spontaneously.

"Eleuh eleuh ieu saha tea? The gelis tea lin? The Neng Arin? (whose is this? this beautiful one? neng Arin?)" mang Ade said so happy.

"iya mang, this is Arin."

"Where is neng?"

"There's a mang, just be a regional child."

"Eh yes pantes earlier there was his girlfriend who came here, just on home yes neng?"

"Daughter? Ah who? Arin doesn't have a girlfriend Mang Ade. Wrong time ah."

"That's the ujang who likes to come here just like high school."

Deg, man,

"Oh yes, Satria. Just got out of here."

Deg, man,

From a distance Satria continued to look towards Arin who was talking with Mang Ade. Both corners of his lips were raised, along with a smile that expands on the face of his ex-lover.

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