Festive Collection

55 EPS. LAST STORY

“I want there to be someone I will describe in the sheets of paper my life filled with smiles and tears of happiness”

I read a piece of the sentence written in my old diary, filled with dust.

“Mama” heard that tiny voice calling me “iya dear” I hurriedly moved out of my bed and saved my diary book back into the drawer. “Mama, look kia dikas kia doll sama papa” said the little boy was excited while showing a medium-sized minion doll that he liked very much. Behind the little boy stood a man who was no stranger to me, he was none other than my husband. I walked up to her then shook and kissed her hand, she rubbed my head gently and smiled. Seen from the look in his eyes to me indicates that he feels happy in his current position, I returned the look in his eyes and began to look at how my story journey with him to get to this point.

That afternoon it was raining quite heavily, I took shelter in the courtyard of the shop which was not far from my school. Ash-white clothes that I wore a little wet with rain water, I should not force myself to immediately go home with a sky that looks unable to hold back tears. Suddenly a man riding a matic motorcycle stopped in front of me and accompanied me to shelter in that place. A little I glanced at him, I saw the man was tall with a handsome face mature brown skin and a sharp nose. As if realizing that I was watching her she turned her head and smiled at me, I immediately turned my gaze. A silent atmosphere was created a few minutes before he finally started the conversation.

“The rain is so heavy where already in the afternoon I look at the rain that does not stop wetting the earth, I just smile to hear his words. ”kamu Madrasah Aliyah's student?“ he asked while pointing at my school building. I just nodded and smiled at him. “hmm why is the clock coming home?” ask him again. “There is an additional lesson because soon the national exam takes place” I explained to him “oh so you are class XII, hmm same dong” he said responding to my explanation. “then why you just came home?” ask me pleasantries “tadi I ran out futsal, fitting home on the road even heavy rain so take shelter first here continue to meet you. hehe” he chuckles while teasing me.

Kring.. kring.. kring... my phone reads incoming call sign “halo assalamu’alaikum mah” sapaku “wa’alaikumsalam, where are you? already in the afternoon I have not come home, the show is about to start” “iya mah soon ra rumah” “careful on the road ra” “iya mah, assalamualaikum” replied me and ended the call.

“What event is there?” asked the man, maybe he vaguely heard my conversation with my mother on the phone. I looked at the raindrops that were starting to subside. “Sore this is my sister getting engaged, I have to hurry up home to attend the event. But, the rain held me here plus angkot again since there was no one passing” I bowed lethargic.

He then put on his helmet and start his motor matic, I was confused myself to see his behavior. “Let's take you home, the rain has also begun to subside” I was surprised to hear it. Who is this foreigner I don't know and suddenly he gives me a free ride? “alah don't bengong later you are late, let's go up” take him again. Inevitably I must return home as soon as possible I do not want to miss the happy event for my brother and hope this man is right to take me home.

Arriving at home it turns out that my brother's engagement was finished only a sense of disappointment and regret that I feel at this time, until I forget to let the man into the house. “you from where just came home, soaked gini again” ask my mother worried “tadi I took shelter first wait for rain subsa” replied me to mama “nak, enter first let me make you warm tea” invite mama let the man in. She then walked into my house and sat on the carpet of my sister's unsolved engagement.

After changing my clothes I approached and sat down next to him. Soon after mom came bringing two cups of warm tea “your name is kiddo?” ask mama to him “Rizky” he replied with a smile, I just found out his name now because during the shelter we did not introduce each other's identities. “Oh yes thank you for delivering Dhira home” continued mama “iya equally bu” he replied then said goodbye to go home.

The few months we spent together felt like there was something else in my heart. Could I fall in love again? Nah! I don't want to fall again because of the love that shouldn't be in my heart. I tried to suppress a sense of love in my heart so as not to become more so, but what my day when inviting me to dinner on Saturday night I felt very happy and immediately agreed to his invitation.

“dinnernya here?” askaku wonder when entering a stall selling grilled fish on the side of the road. “Iya, you mind? if so we find another place” replied Rizky and rushed away, “no, let's sit” I pulled his hand and let him sit next to me. It was his simplicity that made me like him, he was much different from the men I had ever known. Even though he came from a family of being he never squandered the money given by his parents or bragged.

Dinner with him feels beautiful accompanied by the music played by buskers, although their voices are not so melodious but we still enjoy it. “Mas can borrow his guitar? later I give money instead” pinta Rizky on a busker, “by please” replied the busker. I don't understand what Rizky would do with that guitar.

Rizky started strumming his guitar and singing a familiar song in my ears, the “John legend – All of me” song that became my favorite he sang with his melodious voice. I was swept away in the song he was singing.

Suddenly she stopped singing and grabbed my hand as I was shocked by it. “Do I like your ideal type?” ask him “What?” “if I like you do you want to be my lover? long I waited for a time like this” Rizky continued his sentence. My mouth silenced unable to say, there was a voice of visitors cheering “Receive thank you” I looked at them and smiled. “Good, I received you” I fixed Rizky's eyes with applause visitors who enliven the atmosphere in the grilled fish stall.

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“Ma, how dumb? let's eat, papa laper ni. hehe” Rizky broke my daydream. Now that he has become my husband, we have been blessed with a beautiful daughter named Adzkia Putri who is 3 years old. I feel like I'm one of the happiest women in the world because I can live with a man I love so much and have a beautiful fairy who always makes me smile when I'm bored. I hope this man becomes the last lover of my life who will accompany the end of the rest of my life.

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