Kamila (The Patience of Breaking Boundaries)

His Love Has Come

After being ready to feed her grandmother, Kamila went to the kitchen. Take clean clothes that have been washed, and have been neatly packed in plastic. Kamila was preparing to take her to some of her subscription homes. Kamila put on a veil, then said goodbye to Nek Sumi.

Kamila walked on foot with a heavy load. Hugged some clean crackle bags containing the clothes of the neighbors, so as not to fall into the streets.

On the way, Kamila was surprised by Setya-Kamila's friends since childhood, who had suddenly walked side by side with him.

"Here, I help you," without Kamila's consent, Setya took Kamila's luggage for granted.

"Stya, that's not necessary. I can do it myself, I can." Kamila who did not want to trouble the other person, certainly refused Setya's help.

"You, Mil, like you just got to know me. Why the hell, always refusing my help? I am handsome and kind. Hehe. Why don't you walk with me? You've always been like that." Setya was a little upset because Kamila as usual, refused if assisted by Setya. In fact, Setya was always there when Kamila was in trouble. Although Kamila did not tell, Setya was always quick to help Kamila.

Setya has known Kamila since the age of eight. At that time, Setya's father and mother had just moved from the city, to the village where Kamila lived. Setya's father, a doctor, was assigned to the village health center, and brought his family to live here.

Setya's mother and father, never forbade Setya from befriending Kamila. Because they saw Kamila was a very kind and polite child. Since befriending Kamila, little Setya who used to be very unruly, slowly turns into a good boy. Therefore, Setya's father's mother was very happy to see Setya always with Kamila.

"Mom Indri?" Setya read the writing written with a marker on the plastic crisp container of clean clothes.

"It's a mother's, huh, Mil? Since when did you wash your clothes? Usually also in the laundry," asked Setya astonished. But he was also happy, so Setya could go every weekend, to Kamila's house, reasoned to drop off and pick up clothes. Because all this time, even though Setya was friends with Kamila, they could not freely meet because Parmin's grandfather was so fierce, did not allow Kamila to be friends with anyone.

"Oh, that. I washed Madam Indri's clothes twice. Of course, Ms Indri doesn't know you, Setya ?" Kamila explained, while asking Setya back.

Setya just shook his head. Setya might know. He returned to this village only on weekends, because Setya studied in the city.

They continued their journey accompanied by Setya's rant, who could not stop talking. While Kamila, only returned with a smile.

After delivering all the clean clothes to his customers, including Setya's house, Kamila and Setya sat in the village halls, which are usually used as patrol posts. Stretch the leg muscles that run far enough, with a fairly heavy innate load. They chatted lightly. Accompanied by the joking spare change Setya who successfully made Kamila laugh cheerfully. After a week of feeling alone, Kamila returned cheerful after meeting Setya.

Setya who is currently studying law, in the city, is not every time he is in this village. Setya comes home every weekend. Besides not being able to bear to part with her mother, Kamila is the reason Setya often returns to the village. Kamila's simple figure, manners, soft speech, and beautiful face Kamila, make Setya miss Kamila if it is far from him.

They talked for a long time, until Kamila remembered her grandmother. Camila got up from her seat. And hurry home.

"Astaghfirullah's. Setya, I go home first, yeah." Kamila patted her forehead. He felt guilty for talking, and forgot about his grandmother.

"Where are you Mil? It's a real rush." Setya reflexes pulled Kamila's arm, until their distance became very close.

For a second, Kamila pushed the handsome man's burly body slowly in front of her. Kamila's heart was beating so fast. Like being chased by a horse. His sweat drenched his sweet face.

The truth is, Kamila had been keeping the flavor on Setya all this time. A very different taste. A taste beyond friendship. It's just that, given who she is, Kamila felt unworthy to be by Setya's side. Kamila tried not to pique Setya too much. Kamila. Because, ever since that feeling came, Kamila felt very tormented. He saw love, but his logic refused. Because I feel unworthy to put a taste in Setya. Especially if you intend to have it.

" Eh, that, grandma's alone at home. No one is taking care. Thank you for helping me, Setya." Kamila seemed groggy answering Setya's question, then ran away from Setya.

Kamila felt very embarrassed by the incident that had just happened. Facing very close to Setya, making Kamila's heart beat fast. The woman who never knew that love, felt different things in her heart, if she was near Setya. She realizes that, yes, Kamila loves Setya.

Setya just stood in his place when abandoned by Kamila. He stared at the girl in his heart. Setya smiled at her smile. She was very clear looking at Kamila's white cheeks, turning pink, feeling embarrassed. Setya was happy, feeling that there was room in Kamila's heart for her. It's just, Kamila was embarrassed. The girl who always wore a long robe, and wore the labuh veil, very captivating Setya. Because, on the campus where Setya attended college, he rarely met a girl like Kamila.

In his college, who doesn't know Setya. The guy was so popular there. He was judged by the university students. Apart from being handsome, Setya is also very handsome. Seeing him from a distance alone, the women instantly could not move from his place. And can't stop staring at him. But unfortunately, Setya never pinched the slightest anyone who approached him. On campus, Setya is also known as a cool, cool person. Very inversely proportional if it is near Kamila.

If you are near Kamila, Setya will show his ridiculousness until Kamila laughs out loud. Setya couldn't stop talking with Kamila either.

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"Assalamualaik." Kamila said a greeting, while slowly pushing the door of the house that was not locked. The creaking sound of the old door, clashing with the cement floor, accompanied Kamila's footsteps into the house.

"Getishalight." Nek Sumi answered Kamila's greeting from the room.

"When you go home, Grandma" said Kamila as she walked to Nek Sumi's room.

Kamila opened the hijab, and sat down beside the old cot, where Nek Sumi lay.

"Rubby, Nduk? Do you go far?" ask Sumi to Kamila.

"No, Grandma. Just around the village. Not until the village next door. Kamila long time, huh? Grandma needs anything?" Kamila felt guilty for her Grandma.

"No, Nduk. You met Setya, huh?" Nek Sumi seemed to have understood with his favorite grandson. Kamila never came home late on a normal day. Only on weekends, if you meet Setya.

"That boy is very nice, Nduk. Grandma liked his attitude. You like it too, don't you?" Nek Sumi teased Kamila who looked blushed in embarrassment.

" Snicki." Kamila smiled shyly, then hugged her grandmother. They both laughed that evening. It is simple happiness that they create.