Dina - Deni 'Love Story'

Part 40's.

"Sorry Deck. Still no word from him?" ask Kak Dila when we are busy in the kitchen to prepare dinner. Yes, the 'he' that Kak Dila meant was Deni.

"Not yet Brother" I replied slowly.

"Hopefully soon there is good news yes Dek" Kak Dila said as he rubbed my arm slowly.

"Aamiinu. Pray for the best, brother" please really mean it. I even prayed Kak Dila dozens of times in my heart.

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After dinner is over. I'm heading to the room right away. Before I left, I got happy news from a happy couple. Bang Angga and Kak Dila. The news is that Kak Dila already contains my prospective father who is almost entering the fourth week. I am so grateful to hear that news. Just like the gratitude felt by the prospective parents. Even Grandpa Ahmad was the same, thanksgiving continued to be thrown from his mouth. 'At a minute Grandpa has a great-granddaughter' the words he keeps blurting out in between his gratitude. Alhamdulillahot.

Arriving at the room, I planned what I would do tomorrow. In addition to helping Kak Dila to clean up the house of course.

"Ah yes, it looks like the streets themselves using Bang Angga motorbike around the village, will be fun" I said happily. It has been a long time since I have enjoyed the natural scenery around here. Even when I came home last time, I could only enjoy the coolness of the small lake in the middle of the forest. Not with the others.

Speaking of the lake, I suddenly thought back to Deni. Yes, that figure will always emerge from every memory I keep. Because of everything I've been through, Deni's always been in it. Deni always followed him.

"It's time for Din's sleep. Hopefully tomorrow is even better" I immediately position the body on the mattress. Then pull out the blanket and cover my entire body. Fear of being cold in the middle of the night. "Good night Deni" I said slowly before completely closing my eyes.

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"Well, will the bike be used?" ask me to Bang Angga after breakfast. 

"Where are you going?" ask Grandpa Ahmad who is sitting on my right.

"You go for a walk Cake. It's been a long time since Dina didn't mess around in this village" I replied with a nod of the head by Grandpa.

"No Deck. Wear it later. Brother now rarely uses a motor to work" Bang Angga response finally. "Later the gas money asked for the same brother yes" he continued. Well, very kind of my brother.

"Not to Bang. Later let me just buy" I refuse slowly because I feel not good too.

"Jan sok nolak lo Dek's. Usually you are the fastest if offered a free one" he said. Never mind, Bang Angga does know everything about me.

"Haha. Yes Bang. Which is a lot of money, all for snacks and buy new clothes" I did not know myself after saying these words.

"Lo is angling my misquen soul. Can't deny it" I replied with a face made to grope.

"Easy-after. Later Grandpa added yes to buy his clothes" cut off Grandpa when Bang Angga was about to repay me.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah can double O Allah" I cried loudly. "Thank you, Grandma. Thank you Bang" I continued with a big smile. Grandpa and Bang Angga just gave a nod and also a slug looking at my every behavior.

"Be careful, Dek, bring the bike" Kak Dila said.

Thank God, I am still given the opportunity to be able to feel the abundant affection of this good family. Ahmad's grandfather, Bang Angga, Kak Dila, and Deni and his family are the most important people in my life after Grandpa and my parents. Nothing but those I have.

After making sure all the equipment I brought, I immediately drove Bang Angga motorbike to explore the beautiful environment. I've never driven like this in a long time. Even when at Deni's house, I was not allowed at all by Deni to bring his motorbike. Even though I was just walking around the complex. Basic Deni stingy.

Almost half an hour I enjoyed the breeze hitting my hair that I accidentally did not tie because I was wearing a helmet. Although there are no police here, protecting yourself is important.

The peak area overgrown with thousands of lush trees is my main destination. This is a fairly close area of Grandpa Ahmad's house. The cold and dewy air welcomed me. Since it is not a holiday, the area is quite quiet for now. Only a few people came.

It was eleven o'clock in the afternoon, but it was like morning here. Cold enough. Even the sun was shining brightly.

After making sure my bike was in a safe place, I immediately set foot to go deeper in the area. A camera was hanging beautifully around my neck. I'm ready to take pictures of anything I think is worthy of being immortalized.

The shady trees, the newly blooming flowers, even the flying butterflies did not escape from my camera. I smiled seeing my results. "It is suitable to be my photographer" I said slowly.

Walking even further, I arrived at the most iconic tourist spot here. The waterfall. The waterfall is three levels. Each level has its own meaning that is believed by people who live in the surrounding environment.

I took off my shoes and walked on the banks of a small river. Even when my feet went into the water, the cold immediately greeted my skin. Like ice coming out of the fridge. If I get paid even to shower here, I won't be able to. The cold is directly pierced into the bone.

I spent almost two hours here. Because I was too busy photographing this, I forgot the time. After seeing the watch, I immediately set foot to get out of the cold area. Because before continuing the journey, I will pray and have lunch first. Musala and the nearest dining area were my choices.

#Dina Pov End's.

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