Fake Friend

Letter From Rini

I opened my backpack from Gilang on my 17th birthday.

The blue bag that I always wear when I go to college. But it's been a few days, I haven't used this bag since Arif had an accident.

I opened the bag, wanting to know what was inside. When I unpacked the contents, a letter, I saw it on the cover in Rini's name.

Oh my God, I forgot, Arif has given me a letter from Rini about her apology. I opened the letter and read it.

To Annisa Zakira my best friend,

All these years together with you have been one of the most amazing things that happened to my life. You are nothing but a kind, caring, caring, and loving friend to me. You are like my sister, where I pour out my grievances and sorrow. Despite all that, I doubt your intentions and sincerity befriending me. Usually I am not a person who cares too much, but this time, I know that my fear or anxiety is becoming more and more in control of me. I became a little uneasy about the possibility of losing this friendly relationship.

I realize, deep down, you still 100 percent hate me and hate me so much. I'm so sorry that I trapped you so much that it traumatized you too deeply and made your family hurt. So that people hate you too. To the point of being able to make them believe that you are the woman they think you are. I'm sorry Annisa..., is there still any more your apology for me...? I want us to spend time together like Annisa used to...

I want to change and will try to make you more trusting and give me one more chance to make friends with you. I want when you've forgiven me, you're waiting for me at the gate when I'll be free later. I beg Sa, I'm sorry...

Annisa friend best forever

Greetings Rini Sakira Nugraha

I cried reading a letter from Rini, remembering our togetherness from school. Unhealed the wounds that Rini gave me, her father also often terrorized me, took revenge and I hope this suffering is over. I cuddled the letter from him pouring all my longing on him, regret coming at the back of the day.

I keep a letter from Rini in my Diary. a diary that I have not opened for a long time from someone with the initials GP, I reopen the diary that always accompanies me in the days I experienced a slump. He is the only place I complain and pour out my grievances. The clock shows that it was morning after dawn prayer I did not help my mother in the kitchen. I step my limped foot towards the table wanting to put my Diary on the table.

When mom called, the diary I wanted to put on the table slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor.

"Yes, don't wait" I said from my room to my mother who called me for breakfast. I took my diary that fell on the floor, I saw a photo that almost came out of it and I wondered whose photo it was?

To my surprise, the photo I saw was a photo of Kak Gilang. Is this diary a gift from him?

O Allah.., if Brother Gilang is my soul mate, if indeed Brother Gilang is my soul mate, take care of both our hearts are God...

I stepped up to see my mother for breakfast, imagining how troublesome it would be to arrange a meal this morning, how could I forget to help my mother. Dad, Mom and Bang Raga have eaten the menu at the dinner table. Eat in silence without anyone making a sound.

After breakfast, I'll be ready to go to school. I saw that Dad was going to go over to him because there was something I wanted to say.

"Dad, will you come home from school straight back home? nisa said to her father.

" Yes, I'll be home soon, what's up Dek, you're so nervous" he said.

" Dad, today in front of Father and Mother Nisa want to give an answer to Kak Gilang Yah.., Brother Gilang will come after Zuhur, Nisa hope Father before Zuhur has arrived home,"annisa said to her father.

" Yes, I'll be home soon for you, for my daughter" said Dad stroking my head.

" Dad promised." I hugged my dad.

"Yes promise, I'll go first huh, you're not going to college ?" said Dad walked out wanting to pick up his bike.

" Yes, help your mother in the shop, Assalamualaikum" he told me.

" Greetings wa'alaikum, be careful well," I said waving to my father.

****

Today is Gilang's day, because Annisa will answer her decision today. Gilang hopes that the decision Annisa made is the best decision, she does not want to force her will to Annisa because love cannot be forced.

Ting

one chat went to Gilang's phone, in the name of the idol.

'Will not be noon after Zuhur prayer, Brother came to the house yes, there will be Annisa convey.'

'Okay, brother will come, 'Gilang reply sent immediately.

Glad to look eager to wait during the day if it takes a fast hour to walk to quickly come to the house of Annisa. His mother noticed his son's behavior that was not as usual feel happy, the days his son became more mature.

"Lang, you're not going to Annisa's house today, Lang...?said mama Gilang.

" Yes Ma, to his house, it will be noon After Zuhur," said Gilang while eating his breakfast.

" Mommy comes along, mom misses Nisa, Mama wants to take Nisa shopping together, can you Pa?said Mama Gilang.

" May, but Papa's coming, '" said Papa enthusiastically

" Papa kok come anyway.., later Mama can not walk together with the prospective mother-in-law, Mama,"

said Mama Gilang.

" Papa would like to drink Papa's favorite coffee at the Coffe shop owned by Tanteenya Annisa, all of you want to chat with Yudi husband Devi," said Papa Gilang.

" Papa and Mama just disturb, Gilang will be alone with Nisa," said Gilang spoiled to Mama.

" Don't be alone often, remember the limits," said Mama Gilang reminded.

" Yes ma, Gilang is also an adult, Gilang remembers, which is good and which is bad Ma," Gilang replied to his mother.

" Good," said Mama Gilang.

*****

A girl singing a song accompanied by her guitar music sat entertaining the visitors of coffee shop owned by Aunt Devi. The songs performed by Annisa are very melodious, making the visitors enjoy their coffee more. Bima, an officer whom Gilang had assigned to watch over Annisa was forced to admire Annisa, but could not afford to have her. Duties and romance cannot be combined, there must be one that is fought for.

I live the song I bring, a song I often sing with Friends Bang Raga first. It touches anyone who hears it. This is the expression of my heart to someone I have always liked. The comfort with her all this time made me fall in love with her.

Groove after groove that was heard from the guitar passages I brought, seen by Kak Bima continued from far away. He seemed to be happy with the song I was singing while enjoying a cup of coffee and a plate of cake. Sitting alone in a corner makes him free to look around the room and customers who drink in that place.