I'm Putting My Destiny on You

Attention

The morning is greeted with a melodious flow of birdsong that sounds unpretentious from the garden located not so far from home. The home has started to show activity. Mom is busy in the kitchen helping her daughter. He seemed to be washing his motorcycle. Fariz was sweeping the courtyard. Faiq was seen walking in the park area. He is still not allowed to help with homework because of the condition that has not recovered. Although some have returned home but the wound has not fully recovered. But the bandage on the head was opened.

While standing under the mango tree, Faiq's eyes were fixed on the open kitchen door. A scene he had just seen, the veiled girl was laughing with her mother. Her crisp laughter further added to the beauty of the girl. Unaware by Faiq, she smiled as she saw the laughter. Like a magnet pulling itself, to keep staring at the face of the ayu.

Suddenly Alfiani stared at him, as their eyes were linked, Alfiani then lowered his head. Faiq turned his eyes. There was an unusual feeling every time Faiq met Alfiani. In the look of the girl's eyes, it was like finding a well that was so clear and soothing.

''Mas Faiq !" call Fariz to wake Faiq who is reeling in daydreams.

" Eh, yeah?, why Riz ?" tanya Faiq stammered. Fariz who was already standing beside Faiq Tampa smiled.

" I wait for my father in front of the mas" said Fariz, who then stepped with Faiq. At first glance Faiq still had time to glance at the kitchen door. But it turned out that the girl who was able to ensnare him with just a look of the eyes was no longer visible.

Up on the front porch, father was seen sitting with three cups containing drinks that still smoke. In addition, fried cassava is on the table.

" This is the bachelor of father, here we can copy first". said the father of sumringah welcomed his two handsome bachelors. The two men sat across from Dad.

" Where is Riz's event today ?'' ask dad while sipping his black coffee.

'' No show Yah''' said the child while taking fried cassava from the plate.

'' Take your Mas for a walk, or maybe go fishing. Pity your mas at home hold'' dad's advice.

'' Good idea Well, later Fariz invite Faiq fishing. How do you want to ?'' fariz asked as he looked at the man sitting quietly watching the interaction of the boy's father.

'' Perhaps, perhaps by going out of the house, I can remember something Faiq said who had not yet remembered about his past.

'' Don't be too forced, slowly everything will be fine''' said softly pacified the adoptive child. Faiq smiled faintly, while saying ''Yes Well ''. Faiq raised the cup containing the black coffee that was available on the table.

'' Sorry Mas Faiq '' the melodious voice made Faiq undo his intention to sip coffee. Faiq turned his head to the origin of the voice, Alfiani stood up with a glass of water in his hand.

" What's up ?" faiq asked, only this time did the girl speak directly calling out her name.

" Mas Faiq is still taking medicine right ?" alfiani asked with a slightly bowed face.

" Yes, why ?"

'' I'm sorry mas, I tuker ya drink it, tadi Alfi forgot. Even make coffee for Faiq. said Alfiani with an awkward smile.

Faiq smiled widely, feeling happy just because of a little attention from the girl who was interfering with his thoughts lately.

'' Actually it's okay also deck, stay later take the medicine a bit regrettably said Fariz .

'' Be careful, there is no harm in defending Alfiani.

'' It's okay, I'm happy to remind Alfi. Just in case there is no harm'' Faiq timpal with a sincere smile, while staring at Alfi who somehow felt blushed stared so by Faiq.

Alfiani turned his face, not wanting to linger staring at the face that increasingly looks more charming. The pale face that had now returned bright. Make the face of Faiq more charming

'' Bener, just in case it is important, especially Faiq is also still often dizzy. Drink water, healthier Iq '' seloroh Dad .

'' It's healthier but I'm drinking coffee'' said Fariz. Dad just laughed crisply in response to the son.

Alfiani came in after swapping Faiq's drink. The three men of different ages exchanged stories, spending the morning on their day off sitting down to relax.

As the sun began to rise, the three men moved from the terrace of the house. Dad went in the bathroom. Fariz entered his room. Faiq walked towards the back. As he passed through the middle room he saw Alfiani who was on tiptoes trying to reach the book located on the top shelf.

Slowly Faiq stepped closer. Alfiani who was focusing on grabbing the book was unaware of Faiq's arrival behind him. Without permission Faiq picked up the book Alfiani was about to take.

Seeing the hand that suddenly stretched out made Alfiani startled.

" Want to take this ?" the distinctive voice of the man made Alfi look over. Their distance is pretty close. Alfi retreated instantly, but his back hit the bookshelf. Faiq was about to grab Alfi's hand when he saw the girl grimacing because of her bumped back. But Alfiani shifted his body immediately, so as not to be right in front of Faiq.

Faiq gave a small smile seeing the panic on Alfiani's face. Without saying Faiq reached out, giving her the book she had taken .

" Thank you" said Alfi, taking the book and leaving in a hurry. Faiq smiled seeing the awkwardness on the girl's face. With both hands in his pants pocket, Faiq watched Alfi until the girl disappeared behind the bedroom door.

While Alfi who was never that close to a man other than father and Mas Fariz, felt a heart beat that was timid. After the bedroom door closed, Alfi leaned his body on the door leaf. Close your eyes, feel an unusual heartbeat.

" Athaghfirullah hal'adzim, what is this Alloh ?" he muttered while holding his own chest.

Alfi repeatedly said Istighfar to calm his heart. But for some reason, the face of Faiq who was so close to him was reflected in the eye.

" Athaghfirullah, he's Alloh.why so "monolog Alfiani. Alfiani who had never once been close to the opposite sex, had recently felt something different.

Undeniably, the cold face of the handsome man, has one attraction that can not be avoided. The charisma of a Faiq emanated from the glare of his sharp, deep eyes. It was hard to deny the charm that the man had.

Alfiani exhaled a long breath, calming his irregularly beating heart. Istighfar continued to speak from those tiny lips. Little by little his heart began to calm down. He only hoped to control his feelings when he met Faiq.