Dilla (Dilla's Journey of Love)

First Day of School (Part 1)

"Live back home, he said he was waiting for his lek sir at the restaurant".

And Dilla only responded with 'oh ria while coolly continuing her meal.

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It didn't feel like the holidays were over, and 2 days yesterday Saturday and Sunday, Dilla went through without Sean again. Usually Saturday Sean invites him to eat, watch or walk to the mall. And his Sunday, Sean always spent at Dilla's house, sometimes playing chess with papa Dilla, or doing other activities at Dilla's house, although sometimes Dilla also went to Sean's house, or spend their time in the secretariat Karang Taruna in the neighborhood where he lives to just gather with their home friends.

I heard the humble adzan shubuh from the loudspeakers of every mosque in the neighborhood where Dilla lived. Although far apart but the silence of shubuh makes everything sound clear, like a sound that mendayu beautiful words for those who hear it. Dilla was used to waking up during the shabuh she felt excessive pleasure when waking up in the morning. That mood that reconciles the heart will always be missed. The pleasure of life that he has been able to form part of the moment of blessings of dawn and the right time for him to be grateful for the blessings of Allah, by praying to the Khaliq.

When some people are still asleep with dream activity in their sleep. When not yet the start of work activities and the roar of vehicles passing by. Only a quiet and silent atmosphere, maybe even the sound of a train far enough will be heard at dawn.

Dilla got out of her bed and rushed to the bathroom in her room. After bathing and ablution, Dilla rushed to pray followed by reading the Qur'an and meditating to increase the memorization of letters in the Qur'an which has become a routine activity. Even when her monthly guests came, Dilla did not make it an excuse not to wake up. He continued to perform his muroja ritual.

After the activity was finished, Dilla immediately changed her clothes to her school uniform with her hijab neatly attached to her head covering her beautiful hair.

Today is the first day Dilla restarted her school activities as a 3rd year high school student. For the first time, he went to school without Sean who was always there and routinely drove and picked him up to school.

The sound of his HP ringtone rang, thus disperse his daydream with Sean. Dilla rushed to the nightstand looking at her HP screen, written there 'Sean Calling', smiling Dilla saw Sean's name, just daydreamed, uh she called when last night just called too late, 'base Sean', ' he said', he murmured in the heart. Dilla quickly pressed the receive call button.

📞Dilla

"Assalamu'alaikum, mas?"

📞Sean

"Wa'alaikum greetings dear, are you ready for school?"

📞Dilla

"Don't you know, koq?"

📞Sean

"Udah know times, usually I've been nongki with papa in the living room waiting for our princess to come down and breakfast together, it's just a breakfast kangen with the peng padi go home dech"

📞Dilla

"When do we go home?"

📞Sean

"Maybe next month, because this month has not been able to go home, ordinary Maba mah certainly a lot of senior work"

📞Dilla

"Yes dech, whenever you come home I'm still staying here and as long as you're there, breakfast will be there, hehe"

📞Sean

"Gemesin really you, oh yes today let the Slamet that anter you school yes, can not use public transportation"

📞Dilla

"Today with papa, I don't want to be with Slamet Sean, tar long ago I fell in love with Slamet you know"

📞Sean

"That's koq, can't donk. The time I was thrown Slamet, not really cool"

📞Dilla

"May I learn to drive yes, papa semalem nyaranin that. So I can go alone without repotin someone else"

Silence, a moment Sean thought, then ...

📞Sean

"Hmmm . ok if it's for your good, but be careful princess, don't speed, don't worry me!"

📞Dilla

📞Sean

"Well 6 o'clock, there's breakfast first don't eat late, can't hurt!"

📞Dilla

"Siaapp sir Boss .. You too, don't forget breakfast, ok!"

📞Sean

"Okay, baby, I'm closing. Bye .. Assalamu'alaikum"

📞Dilla

"Wa'alaikum salam"

Dilla hung up and put her in her uniform pocket. He rushed down from his room towards the dining room.

There was already papa and his mother in the dining chair to enjoy the breakfast of fried rice made by his mother, "Morning .. Assalamu'alaikum papa .. mama", Dilla greeted both parents.

"Wa'alaikum salam .. morning dear", answered the two together.

Dilla sits her ass in the left seat of her papa opposite her mother.

"Papa, Sean already let Dilla learn to drive" said Dilla made papa and his mother stop eating activities.

"Oh, it's a big tumben, whereas the Slamet yesterday said Sean told you to pick you up" said his mother

"No, big no mama. Dilla will never want to, mending use angkot only"

"Emang Sean can you use angkot? it's impossible to think, Sean is possessive like that", his papa tease.

"Emang anyway, but now he can I bring my own car, as long as not speeding" said Dilla

"Santei is just papa mah, all have been represented, and like Sean is more worried about you than papa".

They laughed and resumed their breakfast. When finished with breakfast. Dilla said goodbye and kissed her mother's hand and then rushed after her father who was heating the car after finishing his breakfast first.

Dilla got into the passenger seat next to her papa. While waiting for his father to say goodbye to his mother, Dilla turned on the radio in her car looking for her favorite radio channel that she used to listen to with Sean.

Before long his father got into the car and sat behind the wheel slowly leaving his house. 20 minutes later they arrived in front of the school gate Dilla, Dilla said goodbye to her father kissing his papa's hand, and his papa by kissing his head. When Dilla had opened a little car door, suddenly his papa held his arm, "Darling, later in the afternoon began to learn driving again yes, later papa told Pak Ali the office driver to teach you, let the cepet smoothly. You will stay smoothly anyway all this time papa has taught you without Sean know".

"Hahaha .. yes .. ready for the reward" Dilla replied while fusing her thumb and index finger to form the letter O.

Dilla, entering her school gate, her memory spinning, she never walks alone like this, there's usually Sean who always accompanies her, insults her, protects her. Instantly made the corners of his lips slightly lift when he remembered Sean. Longing for it, when it was a long phone call, not to mention the late malem, indeed with Sean never felt bored to be close. Sean's been like a brother, a friend, a close friend, a girlfriend. There is never a fight, because Sean is never angry and Dilla is not the type who likes to provoke others angry.

Dilla walked towards the school corridor to find out her new class in 3rd grade. Dilla crosses paths with Fathan, her classmate in the 1st and 2nd grade since Sean's high school days, because when the student orientation (MOS for the present day ), dares to declare his love to Dilla. Sean felt unacceptable, finally he began to be possessive to Dilla, from then on the same man Dilla had to hold his feelings rather than ken bogem from Sean son tae kwon do black drunk.

When he passed, Dilla and Fathan just smiled thinly, the awkwardness between them was very obvious, since the incident.

Actually, Dilla did not bother, because at that time the demands of her upperclassmen that require Fathan to express love to the person he likes in that class. Dilla thought it was just a joke.

Another case with Sean, who did not accept when Dilla's hand was held by others, Sean at that time also entered the class, pulling hard the collar of Fathan's shirt, thus triggering a commotion in the class. Without fighting Fathan received Sean's punch, until Fathan finally relented and apologized to Sean, since then Fathan never wanted to reprimand Dilla again.

Although Dilla tried to be ordinary, but Fathan always avoided her. They were always one class, but Fathan's attitude never changed one bit.

Dilla also passed towards the mading in the corridor of the teacher's room, about to see her name. And it turns out that Dilla is in class 3 IPA 1, 'hmmm .. former class Sean again , how I don't miss this same Sean', he murmured.

Dilla turns around, and walks towards her new class, which was the one Sean used to live in when Sean was in high school. Dilla's lips were a little interested in remembering everything. Dilla walks into her new class while remembering her memories with Sean at school.

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