DiLeMa LOVE

Love's Dilemma

Without feeling the days pass like a fast-flowing arrow. The final school exam is almost over. The busy days made Syifa and the others forget all the problems. They were too busy thinking about the exam.

During the test both he and Roy worked together, like they never had a problem. Help each other to complete the exam. Directly or indirectly.

He also rarely met Adi, but after school yesterday they agreed to meet after school, they want to celebrate the completion of the final exam even if only by eating meatballs together.

"It feels like we haven't eaten together for a long time" Adi said when they met at the school gate that afternoon.

Usually Adi never stop greeting him, too tired, want to go home immediately and rest the brain on a soft mattress. He would go with his favorite sport bike ahead of Syifa as if they were not lovers.

"Yes" replied Syifa weakly, her mind drifting, these few days her feelings are uncomfortable.

It was like. Not that, even more than that. The proof, he was not happy to be invited to eat tomorrow. He still feels emptiness and oddities that are difficult to explain.

"There really is a maslah?" tanya Adi felt guilty for her attitude the past few days.

"No" replied Syifa weakly.

"Yes already so, deal yes tomorrow we eat together" Adi decided.

In his heart he promised tomorrow he would make Syifa forget his sadness, do not have the heart to also squirm Syifa so sad. The girl is always cheerful. It's rare for Syifa to look so sad. Not because of a really heavy problem.

Since morning, Adi searched for the figure of Syifa with the tail of his eyes. In the cafeteria, he used to see a shadow of Syifa buying mineral water and Snack before he finally returned to the classroom terrace to study. If not, he can see Syifa from his classroom window. Or accidentally found in the library. Yeah at least he always sees Syifa for a second. But, this morning? Syifa seemed to disappear just when Adi wanted to be with her.

Teng teng.........

The designed bell, the sound of the bell, rang three times. Signs of the test have ended.School that has been silent since suddenly rumbled like a beehive stoned. The sound of the bench being shifted was heard everywhere. The students began to scatter out of the classroom with bright faces.

So did Adi. He immediately left the classroom. Breaking through the crowd of sumringah faces that began to devise a plan.. He immediately visited Syifa's class Curiosity filled his mind.

Everyone who came out of that class. Wait and wait, but the awaited one never shows the trunk of his nose.

"Hi handsome, look for Syifa huh?," asked Elsa, a girl who until now is still trying to find attention to Adi. " Doi does not enter, the strange basis, gini day can still be absent" he said, playing a beautiful strand of hair.

"Not in?" murmured Adi asked himself.

He wanted to see Elsa. But he thinks something's wrong with Syifa. Regardless of Elsa who was still grumpy, Adi immediately ran to the parking lot. And immediately gas into the girls' dormitory not far from the school.

Indiscriminately Adi parked his motorcycle. In a hurry he approached Syifa's room which was still locked. I look for people who can be asked. Most of the residents are still in school.

"Seek Syifa?" a sound forced Adi to turn 180 degrees. I saw Riska coming home from school.

"Why didn't he come in?" ask Adi to the point.

Riska let out a heavy sigh "Syifa came out of the dorm two days ago."

"Get out of the dorm? why?" adi's feelings are uncomfortable.

"So, it was night time, we were again studying for the exam preparation, suddenly the head of the dorm called him to the office, and, shortly thereafter he went into the room and packed all his belongings and until now there has been no news" said Riska sad.

"I don't know" murmured Adi. "Yes, thank you"

With a chaotic feeling Adi passed leaving Riska.

 

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His togetherness with Adi has a little broken his heart lately, he said,

even though there is something stuck in their relationship, Syifa still feels happy.

Sometimes the heart asks if all men are like this. Sometimes attention but when others cue ducks like not knowing each other. He almost believed that Adi was just playing him. How not, when he needs support and support, Adi actually avoids it. While the other romantic is not kelulungan.

Syifa stared at the ceiling of the room her friend was lying on now. The pure white, cold scent showed how sterile the place was. Even though the body lay helpless. The mind wanders the world. Think about missed tests. Think of the promise he betrayed.

are you waiting for me love

waiting for my arrival that will never come

I'm sorry

but I have to go back to choosing

and now I have no power to make a choice

because the absolute choice has been determined

It was vividly reflected in his mind during that cold night, as he tried to reach his concentration studying page after page of exam materials tomorrow. Fight the turbulent anxiety. Reading line by line which then changed the dark shadow.

"Tok tok tok" door knocked.

Syifa opened the door immediately. The Head of the House stood there. Ask questions in Syifa's mind.

"Syifa went to the office" he said answering a question in Syifa's mind.

His heart seemed to jump from his container. Painful rustling, accompanied by a question in the chest.

"What's wrong?"

Arriving at the dorm room, Syifa saw her uncle sitting down on the chair. Suddenly he realized the presence of Syifa. They looked in a stark gaze.

"Guard your stuff, son, we're home"

she said briefly with teary eyes.

As if I could read what happened. Syifa immediately turned around, running into the room slashing through the cold night wind. Get into the room in a hurry. Damaging the concentration of learning Riska.

He continued to pack his things that were only a little, regardless of Riska's questions. He left after hugging Riska while holding back his cries.

"Fa what's up?" ask Risk for the umpteenth time.

Syifa simply shook her head, unable to make a sound while tightly hugging Riska.

The motor carrying Syifa and her uncle drove rather quickly down the winding road. After getting off the main road of Bandung. They entered a small road that was still angry. Along the path the shady trees are uninterruptedly escorting the right left of the road. Forming a cave-like passageway, the sunlight burst through the shady crevices of the leaves, creating a cozy and serene atmosphere.

Silence silent only the roar of an old motor that sounded as if screaming for retirement early, roaring full of suffering, powerless to support two bodies above it especially when the road uphill sounding hurt the ears.

The motor enters the yard of the house that looks frail in the fog and darkness of the night. The motor stops right in front of the door. Quiet as uninhabited plus the distance from one house to another rather far away, often each house has a yard.

"Come in, your mother is waiting" whispered her uncle when he was silent at the door.

Trying to strengthen himself, slowly he went inside. Afraid that the sound of her footsteps would disturb the calmness.

"Mother.." and Merta Syifa ran inside straight to her mother's bedroom.

He froze, finding his mother lying helplessly on his bed. He looks helpless. Syifa's plan approached her mother who was sleeping.

"Syifa, uncle come home first, tomorrow morning uncle is here again." slowly his uncle said goodbye.

Without looking, Syifa simply nodded in agreement.

Syifa fell down beside her mother's bed.

"*M*sorry Syifa mother.." she groaned inwardly.

Tears flowed after vying to burst from her eyelids. His gaze blurred, his breathing felt heavy, his chest felt tight to withstand the pain in his heart. It hurt more than the pain he had ever felt.

"Syifa, is that you" her mother called out.

His weak response flailed, seeking Syifa. His thin fingers moved gently to cut heart.

"Yes mother, this is Syifa" Syifa said

Syifa quickly wiped away her tears.

Syifa sat down beside her mother while gently stroking the back of her mother's hand. Staring at her mother's fragile face.

" Mom..." Shifa's moaning could not help but hold her feelings while hugging her mother. In his mother's arms, he poured out the pain in his heart.

"Father boy, mom's not papa, mom's just a little unwell." whispered her mother soothingly.

That night Syifa slept beside her mother, hugging her mother as her mother always held her as an infant, channeling warmth and comfort.