Destiny Love Lyra, Between Love And Life

Chicken Pecel Bakulan

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🌻Still advanced POV Shifa ...

That was my story a month ago. You wonder what happened after the prayer that day, hmm. Mas Firgie who I can't wait to see after my Magribku worship, in fact he disappeared with his car too, he left me.

Indeed, his departure was not just that, because he apparently sent me a message before the disappearance of him in front of the mosque that night.

"Sorry I have a need, go home alone gpp right??"

So annoying... sucks.!!!! Makiku.

What kind of a man is that? So much!!! Indeed, that day I could go straight home because there was Mang Diman who was always on standbye at my Mas house. But what if at that time my phone battery runs out, I am even a newcomer in Bandung, if I get lost how?? I was upset that night, I guess.

But thank God, the frustration was then gone, all because my brain started working again. Well, at least I have a reason to meet firgie back.

The second, third, and fourth meetings occurred, eating together has become our activity. Occasional chatting and staring often occurs. Although he seems to only present his body, maybe he needs a friend I guess, because he is also overseas like me. And we're friends right now, relationships that I thought were good at the beginning. Actually quite often I display my race shakes to him, but I was only considered a little boy in his eyes. Really upset, but what else? seeing her smile and wanting to talk to me was already something for me.

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°°And today, is our 5th meeting, My class is indeed starting at 13:30 noon and ending at 17:30. I had some free time after the Magrib ba'da, and arranged a meeting according to my schedule.

"Jam 19:00 in the chicken pecel basket Yes Mas..!!!"

A message that is now waiting for a long time is answered, unlike in the beginning of our meeting. I even had to repeatedly ask or pretend to misdeliver a new message he would respond to. And now, in a matter of seconds the answer seems to have been written ...

"Yeah." Yeah."

This guy is stingy, but I'm getting used to it.

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I was sitting in the tubulan pecel lele at this time, mang Diman I immediately asked to go home after driving me here earlier. The wind was always my companion when the person I was waiting for was invisible.

In order to eliminate my boredom, I noticed people who seemed to never pass through me, young people with neat and relaxed clothes seemed to blend in. Whether he relaxes while giving his stomach rights or just gathering with the closest people becomes a spectacle of my eyes.

Until 5 minutes passed, the black Yaris that began to ship the plate D 4R17 AFR was looking for a gap to join the line with other vehicles.

And before long a figure in a cool style seemed to walk towards me. I took a deep breath trying to normalize my heart race which started pumping faster in there.

He seemed to be sitting in front of me at this moment,

"Have you ordered??"

"Not yet, wait for the mas to come," I said excitedly but replied to his flat look.

"Mang, pecel hayamna 2 servings and 2 iced tea!!!" firgie's polite words to the current bakulan waitress.

"Mangga Cep diantos," immediately answered politely by the waiter as he passed away from our table.

"How's your job today?" I started asking.

"Alhamdulillah," he said, sipping sweet iced tea that had been delivered first for a moment.

"You yourself how did you learn today?"

"3 this month the material is still safe Mas, although while holding back sleepiness I still hear my teacher's tweets."

"Try hard, sure the results won't betray the process" he said wisely and again made me melt into hearing it.

Looks like the waiter put down our order at the moment, though,

"Nuhun Kang," said spontaneously mas Firgie reciprocated a nod by the waiter.

"Come, while being eaten..!!"

I nodded too.

"Mas, can I ask you a question?" seriously say.

"Would you like 30 years, why not get married??" I was greeted by a small smile by him.

"What is the smile, Mas?" I said then I put the mouthful of my mouth chicken pecel.

"Nobody likes me,"

"What time??" I said astonishedly, this man was happy to be humble, my mind.

"If I am the same, I am ready to be hurt. My name is Shifa, no matter how much my heart hurts, I will be able to treat it," I joked as I lowered a smile at him.

And I saw him just shaking.

"Where's Mas??"

"Eat the quiet later chokes. You don't know what you're saying."

"I'm serious, Mommy,"

"You're young, use your age to learn. When it's time to play with the heart."

"The words of this Mas really similar to my mother's words anyway, he told me a real school, if you are ready for a new marriage talking about a guy, he said."

"Yes, I mean I'm the same as you."

"Basic shh," I shrieked as I pursed my lips.

"Mas, Mas tau no, I also have an older brother the age of Mas," I said as I chewed the food in my mouth.

"Well, is he married??"

"It has. It's been 3 of my kids" I said.

"I feel old, that little girl you brought the other day was your Mas' son?"

"Yes, that's his firstborn. The 2 twins, gemesin deh. Later sometime stop by Dong Mas, I introduce Mas Firgie with Mas and my Ma."

And Firgie just smiled in response to my call.

"Oya Mas, there are many cities in Indonesia. How do I open a branch in Bandung anyway??"

Mas Firgie looked unmoved he seemed to think hard to answer my question. Suddenly he said, "I'm looking for someone here."

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🌻POV Firgie's

"Hallo good afternoon, with Mr Firgie?"

"I'm alone."

"Is it true you're in need of an eye donor for now?"

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Like the golden rain right now I guess. After the hail of stones has been raining on me all these years. Could this miracle exist?? but nothing is impossible if the Creator has willed. And today, someone informed me that an eye donor was available for me.

What was so surprising I think that at this time, a large hospital in the Elite area suddenly contacted me and had prepared an operation for me. A place far out of my reach, even I just heard the name of the area at this time. Where did the hospital know that I needed an eye donor? Who registered me there? How does he know my contact number? a lot of questions are spinning in my brain right now.

But I do not want to waste the opportunity that comes to me, a rare thing that may not happen 2 times, there are patients who are willing to donate corneas for me. Putting aside all my questions, I was accompanied by Fikra and my father to the big hospital, all the equipment had been prepared there. According to the schedule they said. At that hour my operation was running.

After 2 hours, the operation was finally completed, and 3 days later the bank was opened. That day I saw the colors again, the faces that had always supported my condition were all in front of me. My whole family was there. My heart whispered, If the person I miss is here too. Oh, stupid words, even he's married and must be happy with his first ex-girlfriend, Dimas.

The first thing that was implied in my brain was, who is the person behind this? Not even the hospital received a penny of my payment. What's the matter?? He must be someone who knows me.

I came to the doctor's room that was handling me at the moment, but he didn't even flinch, firmly in his silence. He just said,

One day you will know ...

What a riddle is this, who is willing to sacrifice many things for my recovery.

Suddenly I remembered the figure of the bajinga*n man who had offered me eyes. No, there's no way it's him. I obviously rejected it that day. A pair of eyes to destroy the household life of others.

Moreover, the household life of my beloved, my faith is not that low. Then who is that figure?? I kept pushing the doctor, until the 1 clue came out, "Sentra Duta" the person who fought for my recovery lived around Sentra Duta.

And I opened a branch here, away from my family because of my curiosity in the person who made me see the color and the whole beauty of HIS creation. I feel like I owe him a debt of gratitude.

It's all cryptic for me but it's not impossible that one day I'll find that person. And the girl in front of me, I don't know what kind of scenario she got into my life. it gave a different color from the dark black painting that covered my sepulchre to the colorful painting that gave life in the frame of friendship that he offered.

Strange girl, even I'm her brother's age who has 3 sons. But I don't know why he keeps docking me. And I don't know why I always agree to the girl's invitation.

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