Longing Curtain

Episode 4

"Stay smiling and also laughing. It's gonna be a story where I've admired you without you knowing"

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His presence distracts me from the past. Everything he did graced my dark day by thinking too much about the unnecessary. His smile made me opiate, had fantasized about having it, but I thought I could not.

There was a scream from the audience bench. Today there was a basketball game and I was one of the players. Since all the basketball players were women, the Adam cried hysterically from the side. Everyone cheers their respective doi. And I'm....

"Makanya ra find a girlfriend dong let there be a nyemangatin, "said Laila while stepping dribbling.

"After you are still hanged, and you want to talk to people "

I took the ball from Laila. But Laila took it back.

"He didn't come here" he took back the ball in my hand.

I tried to get the ball out of Laila's hand. Yup! Succeeds. I immediately dribbled the ball towards the ring. With passion I want to throw the ball.

"Zahra spirit! "

That scream could hypnotize me. The ball that I was once in possession of has now been lost somewhere. I'm focused on finding the source of the sound. It seems like it was the voice of Angga but

where's people?

Until I met the man who stood next to the basketball court, with a tall body, hands that were put into his pants pocket, and glasses that adorned his face. Ah brother Angga!

"Zahra watch! "

The shout did not take my eyes off and still raised a smile towards him.

Duk!

I almost staggered to the floor because the ball hit my head. My vision started to blur something was spinning around there. Holding the forehead part a small bump plastered clearly there.

I waved a fine sign to the friend who was covering for me. Although a little dizzy I can still hold on.

"O ALLAH Zahra! "

I looked up at Angga's brother approaching me, gently holding my shoulder. Instantly my pain disappeared and I was lazy to focus on his face. But suddenly my body was slightly shaken but held back by the heavy hands belonging to Angga's brother.

Angga's brother brought me over from the basketball court. The match was temporarily halted. He sat me down and gave me mineral water. I sipped it a little to remove the thirst that had been delayed.

"Hurry up and bring the P3K box! "say brother Angga.

I feel the pain in my head becoming. The pain was prominent in my forehead area, I can be sure there were red marks there. I grimaced in pain.

But my movements stopped when the burly hand pulled me to lean against his shoulder. I was surprised at what Angga did, because I had to put my head on his shoulder.

There was a subtle sigh going on there, as well as my heart beating fast as if it wanted to move out of place. I closed my eyes thinking about her sweet attitude. Ah, brother Angga! Baper's!

"Zahra .. wake up and sleep on my shoulder,"

I opened my eyes just enjoying it but time did not support it.

"Lagian Angga really started first,"

I said.

"Here I take the medicine"

Brother Angga took the medicine box bent on aligning his body with mine. I could feel his breath, the smell of mint made me comfortable with the situation.

I opened my eyes, my net was directly faced with the pitch-black eyes of Brother Angga. My heart feels like jumping from its place considering my face which is a few inches away with Angga's brother. My pain disappeared, just by looking at the good looks of this Chief Osis.

"Aw, sick! "my ring, holding my head. But the plaster was already stuck to my forehead.

"The pain plate, already from earlier, "he said

He packed the drugs into a container. Shame, that's what I feel like to play a show but the timing is not right.

"Thank you brother "I glanced at his face with a smile.

"Thank you for?"tannya

"Make his attention "I smile

"No problem" she smiled sweetly. He wiped his right hand with a tissue.

"Other times when playing basketball focus dong, if the focus will not be like this right? "

I just scratched the nape that wasn't itchy. Oh my, brother, don't know if I failed to focus because of you.

"Yes - I know you're not focused because I'm "

When my cheeks are red, what I think is always right. He had already guessed my mind twice.

"Kak Angga what the heck halu know, who also thinks brother when playing basketball, "

I said avoiding that question

"How come you know, why is that red cheek? "ask again. I hid my face with my hands, shame is certain.

"What the hell, though red is sweet right? "

I blinked one eye

"Keep, like a drink there's sweet sweetness,"

he said, chuckling. I laughed too.

"Now want me to take anterin to the UKS or to class? "ask brother Angga.

"Class, brother, "short test.

I stood with great difficulty welcoming me, gladly accepting it. He took my hand and helped me walk. Is it not my head that hurts?

"Don't wait, isn't it my head that hurts, even carried in a gini anyway? "

I stopped my steps looking at him questioningly.

"Kirain can't walk" he said

"It could be --"My mouth stopped when he let go of my hand. Spontaneously I fell to the floor.

"Nobody released anyway?! "sewotku

"Say her legs don't hurt? "said brother Angga

"Not that, my sister means, "I'm picking my lips.

"Judah here, "he said, he reached out with pleasure I welcomed him.

Along the school corridor there were many who talked about me with Angga's brother. From mocking to praising. However, it still did not shake my stance to look at that smile.

"The numbers are getting closer to Zahra, "

said one of Angga's friends

"What the heck bro, just nolongin aja kok aja kok class, "said brother Angga. Instantly my smile disappeared hearing the words of Brother Angga.

Angga continued his steps leading me to class. Everything was quiet when Angga and I entered the class. Not because I am sick, but because of the good looks of Angga's brother that is second to none. Ah, they're the same!

"Loh Zahra why? "asked dara a little worried

"So the injury while playing basketball, "ujar Angga

"Please take care of it later if there is anything to say, I'm sorry" Angga stepped away.

I was looking for the most comfortable position to put my head down. Dara just asked a lot of questions but I just replied with deheman.

Slowly my pain disappeared, I again remembered the sweet attitude of Angga today. So caring and loving. I wanted to continue enjoying it even though I had to let go in the end.

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"Cie who helped Angga "I turned .

"What the hell, bother me," I said.

"Everyone wants to lean on his shoulder, brother Angga, uh even you who get it" said Laila.

"Rejeki," I said grimacingly.

"From a long time ago, if not handsome where might be pursued by the younger siblings," I said.

"Yes too" he said .

I shook my head as it turned out that Laila could still tell which one was handsome and which one was not.

"Eh, we have to hurry to the music building" said Dara ngos-ngosan.

"Why dar, like being chased by a dog," said Laila.

"That's Angga's sister singing," said Dara.

Without a word I immediately rushed to the music room, not wanting to miss the concert, Angga.

Upon arrival there turned out to be crowded with younger siblings who wanted to see the appearance of Angga. It is not wrong if they admire Angga's brother.

Unfortunately I sat in the back seat, cursing in the heart because there was no visible face look Angga brother. Here's how, if you miss the news.

"Non here!"

I turned to look at the younger brother sitting in the front row. Waving my hands as if telling me to go forward.

"Why deck?" my many.

"So, don't sit here just to be seen" he said. I smiled as if there was still a caring junior sister.

Classmate, I love you!

With quick steps I stepped towards the front bench. Staring ahead without blinking, my gaze barely escaped from the face of Angga. Sitting on a chair while holding a black guitar smiled sweetly at me. Am I a pawn?

'I waited for 'old '

Just one lyric alone had made the students behind me cry hysterically, let alone me. That smile doesn't stop me from looking at her, she looks so sweet when she's like this.

The choice of song also matches "Nyaman" by Andmesh Kamaleng.

'A lot of love comes and goes '

Their cries grew, I closed my ears disturbed by their cries. That's why I can't enjoy the music that Angga sings.

'But I've never been this comfortable '

Geez! I'm not dreaming, am I? Brother Angga looks at me while smiling, I'm not halu right? Haduh, I could have melted in place if gini.

'Your color is true love'

I can make sure my cheeks are like boiled crabs.

Your love is as comfortable as the morning sun

Like a rainbow, slalu kunanti

Your love will never be changed

Forever in my heart, I am happy

Yours as a whole

The boisterous sound of screaming and applause sounded very loud when Angga's brother stopped his singing. Not to forget they shouted at Angga's sister to sing again. I was ashamed to look at him.

" Zahra's here!" the call made me look forward. I didn't hear wrong, did I?

I pointed at myself while looking at him. He nodded his hand telling me to go forward. I bit my lower lip hesitant to step forward. I shook my head slowly, but instead he got out of his chair and stepped towards me.

My heart please be conditioned!

The hand made me take a little peck. Staring at him doubtfully but in reply with a smile. I hesitantly welcomed the helping hand and got out of my chair.

Haaah!!

The screams from the underclassmen made me a little embarrassed. Maybe Angga did that. She rolled me into the chair looking at me meaningfully.

"We sing with yah?"

I'm surprised, what if the building breaks down because of my voice?

"What song?" I frowned, my mind was dead-end facing him.

"How about the song 'Wrong time' ?" I thought for a moment.

"OK on,"

I don't want to have to sing right now, no matter what sound I have that can knock down this music building.

Just leave you away from me

Let me kill the feelings for you

Although heavy stepping my heart just not ready to hurt

Give our story a little time

The universe sent you for me

We are the right taste

At the wrong time

Haa!!

The screams from the underclassmen were able to make cheeks blush. Moreover, brother Angga who keeps looking at me makes a mistake. Apparently my voice is not so ugly, the proof is that they like it.

"Your voice is good, why didn't you say it a long time ago. Can we do a duet together?"

I smiled shyly.

"Thank you. The timing of the chirping sound in say good anyway?" I said.

"Good, actually " Brother Angga pointed two fingers.

"What the hell, brother," I said lowered my head.

The red veil I can no longer hide. I never thought of singing with Angga. But actually, thank god.

"Singing again, brother!"

"Sister Angga same brother Zahra fit!"

"Let's sing again!"

"Singing! sing it! sing it!"

They kept asking to repeat the song again. Some say it fits, it's good, it's compatible and others are able to make me fly. If this is my ambition to be an artist will be realized.

"Sorry, my brother has a business in a moment. Next time, yes "

They pursed the lips of a look of annoyance clearly visible on his face. Hope heard a good voice Brother Angga extinct already. Without a word they left the room, leaving me and Angga's brother.

"The fans of Angga's brother are also many well," I said looking at him.

"Yes dong" he answered.

"Of all the fans, which one does you like?"

I'm staring. He put down his guitar and turned to look at me.

"Why should I choose fans if what I like is here"

My eyes were perfectly rounded, my mouth gaping perfectly until it formed the letter O. What do you mean I like it?

"Yaudah, I have business first"

I haven't answered my question yet. As if I couldn't believe what I just heard. Is this real?

"I mean you-"

I looked to the side, there was no presence. I stared at the door, Brother Angga stepped out with his guitar and left me alone.

"Son Angga wait!"