Liz Nadia's

Gone

"I miss you, Shishi. I finally found you."

Shinar's shock crept to the top. His pair of eyes had been wide framing. Did he not hear wrong? This man who hugged her ... called her Shishi.

No one knew about his little call, except ....

"Kahfi," murmured Shinar flinched, while he thought to remember the soft, thin figure, the little friend who was always acting as an older brother for him. Kahfi Albareeq!

The man let go of his embrace. He then nodded quickly, looking at Shinar with a happy look. "Yes, Shishi, it's me ... Kahf."

Shinar closed his mouth for a moment, then lowered it back down. Now his eyes began to busy rolling obscure every detail of the man's face with teary eyes. "You ... Are you ... really Kahfi?"

And the man again nodded convincingly. "Yes, Shishi, don't you know me?"

It was like a dream for Shinar.

Kahfi was his little friend when both of them were in elementary school dormitories. And Shishie's name, that little guy who triggered it as a favorite name. The two are separated when Shinar decides to move to another city after graduation.

And at this moment ..the boy with his middle split hair and his minus glasses, was standing looming before him. There is not a single part of the face that Shinar does not recognize, other than a tall body with a firmer shoulder and jaw.

The scenery that really makes Shinar has no reason not to believe. "Kahfi." It really is his Kahfi. Too similar to say 'no'. No longer able to hold back his feelings, Shinar rushed himself to hug the man's body tightly. Her cries had broken with the release of longing that had been held for years.

The embrace of the pair of humans could not be separated from the view of Qinay, who was currently putting on a moved face, still standing next to his pile of leaves. At first glance wiping away her tears with a happy cry was also a smile.

Kahfi took off her embrace, then switched to placing her palm on Shinar's shoulder. "Come with me."

"Where?" Shinar wants to know.

Shinar's tears grew louder. A feeling of pleasure mixed with relief filled his heart cavity when the sentence was thrown from Kahfi's mouth.

Kahfi grabbed Shinar's palm, then grabbed it. Staring at the girl's netra fixedly. "Shishi .. marry me. We leave this town. We're waking up a new life."

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"Why isn't he waiting for me?" Quite disappointing for Liz Nadiah, when she heard Shinar had left her house without saying goodbye to her, even though the girl had left him several messages of thanks, as well as an apology.

Not about a word that says 'pamrih', not at all. But at least Liz Nadiah wants to say good-bye, good luck, or something like that directly to Shinar.

"The man said ... their flight was scheduled this morning," Qinay said, recalling the man who did not mention him by name, moments before he took Shinar with him. "I don't understand that either" he continued, shaking a little.

"Then, what else did he say?" asked Liz Nadiah who was now sitting next to Qinay on her living room sofa.

Qinay seemed to think a little. "He said he was lucky to find Shinar sooner. So he can bring Shinar before his flight time arrives. As he said," Qinay said. "It looks like the guy's a pretty important man Brother Nad." He guessed. "Just her looks are a little bit... tacky."

Liz Nadiah was silent in response to Qinay's words. Somehow his heart was not the least bit relieved to hear the verse by verse words Qinay had rumored about Shinar. There was a feeling of non-giving in his heart, about the man. Why did it suddenly come, then as if hastily took him away. It was too strange and quite suspicious for Liz Nadiah. But it looks convincing in Qinay's capture. A different view. Between the eyes, and the heart.

O Allah, take care of Shinar wherever he is, Liz Nadiah hopes in her heart.

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