
"Alvin" I said slowly.
"Who keeps this chick who?" ask mother.
"Rasya" I replied.
"Where do you think you know?"
"It's at the top."
"peak?" mother thought for a moment.
"Ah yes girls who for weeks make Alvin cry it?"
"Crying?"
"Yes after the holidays at the top we go home and all the way Alvin was crying because the mother took him home while he was still sleeping and when he woke up it was crying until his eyes were swollen"
"Oh"
"So your first love Alvin?"
"Huh?" instantly my cheeks flushed with her question.
"Maybe it's destiny that reunites."
I smiled embarrassed to hear it.
"Oh, drink first"
"Yes mother" I drank the orange juice provided.
We tell each other's stories, though, mother who told me about Alvin's childhood and I told him about my childhood where there was no Alvin in it because at that time due to shock almost fell on the edge of the cliff I lost my memory and woke up in the hospital ward, we lost contact with Alvin's family.
"Oh yes mother, continued Alvin eh brother Alvin why was that time called Ibe?"
"If that mother doesn't know either."
"Don't know?"
"Mother is also wondering why she introduced the unnamed one to you"
"Not his name?"
"You asked yourself Alvin."
"Yes mother if that's Rasya saying yes"
"Let's wait for Alvin"
"Not for mother"
"Why will you come home to be taken"
"But-"
"I don't accept rejection"
Finally I gave up and sat down with my mother to continue the story with laughter. Her mother was very friendly in contrast to other rich people, she welcomed me very well without regarding my social status. If you think of shame, see it that is far from my family's economy like heaven and earth. Sometimes I think if I'm with Alvin, what's the right thing to be with him?
"Eodiya county?"
(Tante where)
A familiar voice came from the kitchen with a language I did not understand.
"Yeogins."
(Here it is)
Mother answered him and appeared a teenage girl wearing a pink shirt with white t-shirts and black jeans. Looks very compatible with him.
"Jimin?" kataku shocked.
"Rase?" he also seemed surprised to see me.
"Well know each other?" ask me and Jimin.
"It's a class" I replied.
"Oh so the girl who was told by the mother at that time was Rasya?" jimin was surprised.
"Mother what story?" I asked my mother.
"Not a story" answered my mother.
"Just a little bit" chirped the mother.
"So jimin lu-"
"Cousin?"
"Yes" replied Jimin.
"Aunty I'm leaving first" she told mom.
"Jaudah, don't make it night"
"Yes, mother of Rasya" she again waved her hand.
That was a brief meeting between me and Jimin. It feels good because now I know Jimin is not Alvin's girlfriend but a cousin. Her face looks a little similar.
Mommy explains that Jimin lives here with Alvin's family and Jimin's parents currently live in Germany because of his business. Jimin who did not want to move schools following the work of his parents finally decided to live in Indonesia but still financed by his parents. Jimin's needs are always met.
The feeling of envy inside me arose, not because of the treasure but seeing Jimin who had a family like a mother who liked her so much that my aunt even considered me an enemy. However, I am still grateful compared to Jimin who is far from his parents even though they are struggling with property I prefer to be near my mother even though the economic conditions are still lacking. The path of humans is different and I am sure behind the shortcomings there must be advantages that can cover all the dark that feels.
There was a step closer to us and it was Alvin. After a long time finally Alvin came with still wearing a uniform.
"Rase?"
"Old old?" asked Alvin who was sitting next to her.
"You took a bath there stinks" said the mother who covered her nose.
Alvinpun receded and immediately climbed his hands probably towards his room which was on the top floor. I waited for her and asked her once in a while about Alvin.
"Mother, Alvin ever had eye surgery?" I asked just to make sure because I remembered my father.
"Kok you know, Alvin's story?" ask the surprised mother.
In my heart I felt pierced by a sharp object that pierced my heart was painful and painful. It's true what I thought about him, about someone who ran my father to death and I heard my father donate his eyes to the boy who hit him.
"13 January 4 years ago?" ask me to make sure because I still do not believe this reality.
"Yes on his birthday"
"Year date?"
"Eating her at the time she was traumatized by the accident that hit her and she lost her brother"
"Sister Alvin has a sister?"
"Yes go home now or" asked Alvin who was ready to deliver me with a jeans jacket he wore.
"Now" I answered.
"I say goodbye to mother" said to mother.
"When you come here again" replied the mother.
I went home with Alvin in his car. The sky looks twilight, the sun looks beautiful with a beautiful impression that adorns the orange sky.
"Likes twilight?" I asked Alvin who was driving his car.
"I prefer you" he answered.
"Gombal"
"What did I say?"
"Like you"
"Favor"
"Qc"
Guess me with a change of heart.
"You have a sister?" my many.
"Huh?" Alvin was shocked to hear that.
"Father if you don't want a story"
"He's dead"
"Huh?"
"We had an accident and-"
"Udah need not continue" cut me see it as not strong to talk further.
As usual after arriving, I got out of his car and Alvin left as soon as he said goodbye to me.
I entered the house by walking in an inexhaustible thought about me and him. Destiny brings together with the pain that has been hidden. I should what? Is it true or away from him?
when I saw my mom sitting down reading a magazine book. I hugged him in tears and told him about Alvin. Mom tried to comfort me with the advice that death was in the hands of God, maybe the way father should be and I should accept. But is it possible that if I were with him I would accept that fate because he's my father died? or do I have to change my heart and let it go? I don't know that right now I'm just living it let tomorrow be an almighty secret and it will open when the time comes for me as well.