It's That You? (You're the One I'm waiting for)
Part 9's
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Hafa POV
This afternoon I should have gotten out of the workshop and picked up my sister who was coming home from work. But the number of reports that I have to see makes me not immediately move from my room to work at this time.
Ting!!
The message from my sister made me immediately look at the phone on the table and see the contents of the message.
‘Mas, I'm home on my shuttle, don't pick up’
“Whose menu?” I was surprised, because I did not know my sister's friends, various negative thoughts raged in my mind, then I chose to leave the room immediately and immediately pick up my sister.
“Whose menu? Otw to your office, wait aja”
Long enough to wait, there was no reply from Rindi into my phone, until I finally almost arrived at his office, a message came back saying that Rindi was close to home and was buying martabak.
I paused to stop in front of where Rindi worked and drove my car to the house, quite relieved that my sister was almost home, but the tumben stopped by the martabak seller, I thought astonished. Biasaya Rindi will invite you if you want to buy martabak, even though you already know the seller and the location is not far from home, Rindi will still ask to be accompanied by the mother.
Until when passing through the base of the martabak seller, I did not see Rindi there, maybe Rindi had gone home and even reached home.
Without waiting, I added speed to make sure my sister had arrived home. As I was about to arrive at the front of the house, I saw my sister talking to a girl who was still sitting on her motorcycle.
“That's his friend? Huff” I feel relieved, because it's not the guy who drove Rindi home.
I honked because they stopped right in front of the gate, I saw the girl immediately pull over her motorbike and Rindi immediately opened the gate for the entrance of the car I drove.
“mbak direct yes Rin!” the girl shouted goodbye to Rindi who was opening the gate,
His voice that was loud enough to disturb my hearing, I saw him waving while smiling at Rindi making my chest rustle, my heartbeat suddenly beat fast like a drum that was being healed fast.
Immediately I shifted my gaze when the girl put on her helmet and drove off her motorcycle.
“Who is deck?”
I asked after I parked the car and approached Rindi who was waiting for me to enter the house together.
“Mbak Ara mas, did Rindi already say that home in anter mbak Ara”
I just smiled, as I remember Rindi did not mention the name that would take her, just said ‘in between friends’
“You didn't say the name of the deck, just say among friends”
“Iya? Hehe Rindi forgot, yes already, now already know, the anter was mbak Ara”
“ohw, your coworker?”
“It is mas, one team is with me, he is senior I”
A smile rose from my lips, remembering the name of the girl who had just made my heart rustle.
Until after feeling the motorbike ride with his friend, Rindi asked me to let him ride his own motorbike, making me sigh long.
“Ga deck, danger for you, anyways you girls, danger everywhere yourself use motor”
“in fact mbak Ara gapapa tuh, from the first mbak Ara also ride the motor, alone, if overtime at night he also went home alone, and mas know his house in Village Y, Y, it's further from here, if Rindi is to work deket, huh? yes?”
One more reason that made my heart rustle, the girl I just saw was an independent girl, and was quite brave.
“during mas can still shuttle you, will not permit you to ride your own motorbike, besides you can ?’”
“Ya learn mas, if you pick up Rindi late rich earlier, Rindi is also difficult mas”
“Yes can take a taxi dek” kilah me so that my sister does not return to persuade, but it instead made her pursed her little lips, not accept with my refusal.
I shook my head and went to my room to clean myself up.
Until dinner time came, I headed to the dining room where my two favorite women were waiting for me. Yes in this house only the three of us, my papa left us a few years ago, when Rindi was still sitting in High School. His severely ill condition did not allow him to survive until he finally breathed his last.
The hard reality I had to face back then, again losing my loved ones, a few years earlier we had just lost my little brother in a motorcycle accident.
At that time, my sister was on her way to school on a motorcycle, she was hit by another rider who could not control the speed of the motorbike, until finally my younger brother was seriously injured, he said, he breathed at the age of 17. Mirisnya again hitter my sister is a girl who just entered the High School and not so adept at riding a motorcycle.
My youngest brother who was none other than Rindi, when he was still in the 2nd grade SD, of course, did not really understand what happened, only knew he lost one of his brothers, but he lost one, without knowing the cause.
Until now I never said the cause of his second brother died to Rindi. Since the tragedy of the accident, papa asked me to be more careful when riding a motorcycle if going to college or going anywhere. The trauma of being so afraid of losing again was what made me so protective of Rindi, and not allowing her to ride a motorcycle alone.
But after seeing the girl who delivered Rindi this afternoon, a little made my worries all this time disturbed. All this time I can suppress my sister's desire to learn to ride a motorbike, with the reason, ‘ya ga funny, her brother has a workshop but his sister can not ride motor’. This time there was another reason that he made me think of what he said, and it was also true that I could not pick him up every day.
During dinner Rindi tried to persuade me to allow her to learn to ride a motorcycle, she also scoffed her admiration at the figure of the girl who delivered it this afternoon making me smile again with a rustling heart when Rindi mentioned her name.
A few days after seeing the girl, I did not stop thinking about her, but to ask Rindi further still felt embarrassed,
‘Are I in love at first sight?’
That question kept lingering in my mind, making me smile sometimes and sigh later.
Until the afternoon when I came home from the workshop, I again saw the girl named Ara coming out of the chicken noodle shop, but different this time she was shaking hands, and the one riding the bike was a man.
The deg!
‘Who is that man? what guy? How friendly is it?’
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