Eyza & Sarah (My dear Classmates, Marry Me!)

The Restless Heart

Get home.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salam. Are you home, Za?" Mother answered my greetings.

"Yes, Bun. Already!"

Then, I kissed Mother's hand, and did not forget I kissed her forehead as well. Habits that haven't disappeared since I was in 3rd grade.

"Dya and Dita haven't come home yet Bun?" I ask Mother for the existence of my two twin sisters.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Dya and Dita together. Understandably they are twins so always compact, but not always anyway.

"Well, that's when they just got home!" just now Mother wants to tell it turns out they have given greetings.

Dya and Dita approached Mother and I who were near the dining table. Then they kissed Mother's hand, only then did they kiss my hand. I also replied by kissing them.

Know these guys! My two twin sisters. Her names are Anindya and Anindita, although they are twins but their nature is not exactly the same. Anindya was born five minutes earlier than Anindita. It is a little tomboyish and a bit stubborn. If I'm a nasehatin it's not immediately acceptable. We have to argue small first, then he can accept, but his son is good, polite and not easy on deketin guys.

One more name is Anindita, usually called Dita. The opposite of Dya. Dita was a very feminine child, happy to read romantic novels, kind, polite and obedient. If I nasehatin certainly he immediately receded, not much debunk.

Dita seneng same pious guy, polite and neat. Especially if it's a good religious guy, very demen tuh Dita. Nah! The opposite of Dita. If Dya prefers guys who are slang and stylist, but even though they have different traits, I love them very much, there is nothing that I vary.

"What cooking is Bun? I'm a really laper!" said Dya while holding his stomach that had been rumbling to hold hunger.

"Today Mother cook vegetables asem, fried tempeh, egg balado, the same chicken rica-rica, there is lalapan and sambal as well," replied Mother while arranging the dishes at the table, then he asked us to change our clothes and wash our hands.

"Wuiiiih mantaaap nih, so can't wait to rush to eat," I said while holding back the saliva because it was very tempted by Mother's cooking.

"Change your clothes first, do not forget to wash your hands, then we eat together!" said Mother while pushing slowly my body, so as to immediately go to the room and change clothes.

After changing clothes and cleaning. We ate together. Mother scoops rice for me and my two sisters. We also eat with greed, because it is quite tired and makes hungry. Almost half a day at school.

"Don't forget after this you guys pray dzuhur ya!" Mother reminded us.

Anindya watching television after dzuhur prayer. Anindita read a novel that has not been completed until the end. As for me, prefer to rest in the room after the dzuhur prayer.

I threw my tired body on the bed, then I closed my eyes as close as possible. But still, that smile that made that heart did not also go from my mind.

Brother Sarah's sweet smile, as sweet as ice cream. Sweetness to the heart. The look in my eyes made me hallucinate. The long school uniform covered his tall body. A white veil is attached to the head, long until it covers the chest. In fact, it makes Sister Sarah look more elegant and mature.

I've never felt this way before. I've never been this amazed at hooded girls, because my former girlfriends have never worn hijab before. But this, only this time I was blown away at first sight.

"Oh, God. Could it be that I fell in love with this one of your creatures?" I said in my heart, which suddenly melted with the sound of the ashar adhan from the mosque in front of the house.

"Allahuakbar allahuakbar, allahuakbar allahuakbar .... "

Immediately I got out of bed, to ablaze and perform the Ashar prayer.

Nightfall.

The clock on the wall showed at eight o'clock in the evening. Dad's busy with his work files in the study. Mother, Dya and Dita are busy watching their favorite soap operas. As for me, again chose to sit on the front porch of the house while playing my guitar.

"Bun, sister Eyza why the hell? Daritadi looks weird. Dyari abis lunch very alone. Now sitting alone on the porch" asked Dya to her mother.

"Maybe tired, need a break," said Mother and then back to watching television.

"Tuh Bun. Daritadi Eyza's sister looks weird. Try listening to Bun, the song he sang!" Dita doesn't want to lose. Help his Brother Dya, convince Mother.

I'm in love

'to the umpteenth time

this time I felt it

true love

not like before

"But Bun, it's a song of people who fall in love! But did Eyza fall in love so quickly? It's also the first day of school" said Dya, who immediately stopped Mother.

"Hussss has ah, still a child discussing love. Come on now on to the room. Tomorrow morning in!" said Mother ordered Dya and Dita to their rooms.

"Yes Bun!" Dita answered Mother's orders, then pulled the arm of Dya who was a little lazy to step because he was still busy watching.

"Don't forget, before going to bed pray first!" said Mommy a little screamed, because Dya and Dita had walked to the room.

"Sister, I'm sure that Eyza is in love again" said Dita confidently and curiously.

"What if people fall in love richly so Dit?" asked Dya innocently.

"According to the novel I read, it's so!" replied Dita who made Dya look at him for a long time.

"What novel did you read again? Look out if you read an adult novel" said Dya, making Dita frown.

"Yes not Brother. How dare I read an adult novel. I know myself times, how old am I?!" dita was a little upset about being accused of reading adult novels.

"What novel did you read?" tanya Dya was curious.

"Novel 'Pursuing Halal Love' "answer Dita Briefly.

"What did the novel say?" Dya asked back, still with curiosity.

"If you are not destined to the person whose name you often refer to in your prayers. Maybe you will be united with the person who often calls you in his prayer," replied Dita made Dya stunned to hear.

"Why Brother? Don't baper. Ka Eyza who is in love, ntar Brother who baper hehehe," replied Dita meledek.

"Who's the baper? Precisely Brother was confused, what relation the words in the novel were to the same strange attitude Ka Eyza?" replied Dya who even made Dita laugh.

"He he he has nothing to do with it. It was just my conclusion after reading the novel. Usually, people who like to be alone. If you are no longer in love, there is a lot of debt hahaha," replied Dita who even made Dya upset, then tickled Dita's waist.

"You are, you are!"

"Udah brother, I've been amused to know!" Dita wriggled her body because of her carelessness.

suddenly the sound of the door being knocked.

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

"Hey it's been a joke tonight, let's go to bed in the morning." Shouted Mother slowly from behind the door of the room.

"Yes Bun, we're going to sleep!" said Dita slightly raised her voice to hear Mother.

"Tuh, you are Brother. In the omelin Mother, already ah yuk we sleep!" said Dita, then pulled the blanket.

"Also you continue to cheat. Brother asked seriously," Dya replied as she pulled the blanket over as well.

"But I'm sure Sis, that Ka Eyza is in love again!" Dita tried to invite Dya to talk again.

"Haduuhhh, you're talking about falling in love, maybe you're in love again!" said Dya make Dita cornered.

"No, Brother, it's delicious. I love reading romantic novels doesn't mean I'm in love anymore" Dita said.

Geck! Tok ! Geck!

"Mother, you're at the door again. Oh, yes, sleep!" dea said, then they tried to close their eyes.

Meanwhile, in front. I still play guitar and sing. Suddenly Mother approached and sat next to me and then held my shoulder.

"You haven't slept Za? What time is it? Tomorrow will be morning!"

Mother tried to open a conversation with me.

"Not sleepy Bun!" I answered and stopped my guitar playing.

"What are you thinking?"

"No Bun, no" I said.

"You can't lie to Mother, Eyza. Mother knows how you are, you are not usually alone like this. Let's tell Mother, what's wrong?" ask Mother again.

I put my guitar on the floor. I looked at Mother's face, then asked.

"When you were in High School, did you ever fall in love?" ask Mommy, who is not directly answered by him. Mommy just looked me in the eye, a shady gaze more shady than the gaze of Sister Sarah. Mother's gaze always made me feel at ease, and made me feel at ease under any circumstances, even when my heart was agitated like this.

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