
It was getting dark to make Dev feel bad for a long time at Rey's house, and finally he said goodbye to meet his mother.
Did not get acquainted even though he had a little seduce but really a beautiful and shady face that began to disturb his mind, the shadow when the girl in Rey's embrace is so very clear as if Dev can touch her and of course he also hopes to someday have forever.
He does a whim looking and looking at Rey's social media accounts, hoping there is a photo of the beautiful girl in it. But he did not find a single photo of the girl until he almost gave up, he was tired of just seeing so many pictures of calligraphy and verses of the Qur'an alone filled his best friend's album. But at the end of his finger search, he caught a photo marking a woman, out of curiosity and finally clicked on the name.
A happy smile rose from his thin lips, as if finding a golden chunk he was jumping on his own in the quiet courtyard of the house. The photo of the girl smiling despite her tilted position yet still clearly visible how sweet the smile was. But his smile momentarily faded because underneath it was a comment that made him limp.
"My Rose & Sorting of the & 'Stopped' 'Gantangara's" written profile name, with the profile photo clearly emblazoned, a sergeant was embracing the shoulder of the girl in white pink with a white hijab as well.
The more curious Dev returned to see various other photos, as well as some comments from the same profile.
"Do you have to give up before you know him? But the sergeant was young once and his service was not over." murmured Dev again.
His sweet smile was again visible, of course he would not give up, he was ready for marriage and had grown up. Where it may succumb to it, is not there a saying that before the curved yellow janur he still belongs together, meaning there is still a chance. Don't let him waste even more Rey is his friend so the opportunity to meet will be easier. And finally Dev sleeps soundly hoping tomorrow has a chance to get acquainted and even have it.
The girl smiled beautifully, her small, delicate, wry and tender hands stroked her cheeks while whispering affectionately "I love you."
"I love you so much too, I love you so much." replied Dev with a flowery heart.
The girl laughed until her eyes narrowed, she seemed happy to get an answer from Dev. The soft and light hijab floating in the wind made the little girl look more beautiful like an angel.
"You're so pretty." Dev's whispers in the girl's ears, his shady eyes and and nose look so perfect.
"I am indeed beautiful." she replied slowly, her hijab drifting through the wind was caressing the skin of Dev's arm that was holding the girl's hand. Slowly Dev's hand was raised, wanting to hug the beautiful body and tightly closed.
"Dev." call him sweet.
"Yes dear." replied Dev so affectionate.
"Dev!"
"What's wrong, my dear?" answer again.
"Dev wake up, it's mom!"
"Mother!" Dev soon wakes up, shocked and searches for who is in his room.
"Are you dreaming or dreaming?" her mother was curious.
"Ah, aaa_ me." Dev scratched his non-itchy head.
"If you already have a lover you bring here, I want to meet." said the mother, smiling amusedly seeing her son's face was wrong. "Mother got curious, what dream she had just had." mother chuckled and passed out after opening the window curtains.
Dev grabs his phone to call someone. "Hello Rey!"
"Yes, are you awake?" rey's voice is across there.
"Yes, shall we return to the battalion exhausted or wait after a little afternoon?" dev asked impatiently to come to the house again.
"After dawn I'll pick you up."
"No, no. I'll go to your house you just wait." Dev answered in a hurry.
"Why?" Rey was astonished.
"It's okay, I'm just buying something" replied Dev controlling himself.
"All right." Rey hung up the phone.
At 6:00 Dev was already on standby in front of Rey's house, with a fresh and fresh face the man put on his sweetest smile as the girl came out first to say hello and ask to wait for her brother.
"Thank you, may I know your name?" Dev ventured to ask, what a dream last night made him want that girl so much.
"Reva." she replied with a blushing face.
"Reva." she stared unblinkingly.
"Have you come?" Rey glanced at her sister still standing with her partner's eyes were not free to look at her.
"Yes." Dev replied nervously. Why be nervous isn't Rey a co-worker? Dev went wrong.
"Let's go?" invite Rey to look at her beloved sister for a moment and stroke her head.
"The leaflet should go home!" ask the girl to her brother.
"Yes dear." answered Rey affectionately, his eyes glanced at the colleague beside him still paying attention, can be seen he so admired his sister.
Dev becomes more and more of a loving greeting from Rey, he returns to fantasizing as if he was the one who said dear to the girl. It felt like he was going to spend time imagining about the girl all the time, really long, fast not one day. His chest was tight to imagine how long the Eid had come, but he was so excited to exceed SD children who wanted to get new clothes immediately, more than Kindergarten children who would get a reward if they managed to fast one day, he was so excited, and of course Dev wants to go home soon to get the girl's love, lest the young Sergeant meet her first.
Rey and Dev set off back towards the battalion because today they both had to work. Dev works with a passionate, happy cheering heart to get acquainted with a beautiful girl like an angel, and again the woman of Sholehah the inhabitant of heaven. But suddenly he remembered someone, Mey the woman who had broken him and deep into countless sins.
Although he was not sure that God could forgive that mountainous sin, but at least trying to improve himself was much better than to continue to dwell in the puddle of countless sins. Trying to get up and forget that was his wish ever since stepping on in this city, and now he finds the perfect girl to love. He will never repeat the same mistake, hoping and praying that one day he can have it, touch it and live happily ever after.
Dev feels that heaven is near since seeing the girl, his face makes him move on from the past.