Love in the Heart
Session 2 Chapter 11
After deciding to stay waiting for him, I just watched him from afar. Nothing changes from him, like a courtship man who kasmaran because of love, but he does not look like that. In my belief, their relationship won't be long.
Looking at him, the more days he looked the more pitiful he was. Forcing myself for things that I don't think are important. The most important thing in my opinion is his health and safety.
Times change, days change week, weeks change month, midterms change end of semester tests. Still watching him from a distance. Make sure he stays smiling and cheerful every day. Make sure he's okay when I take a day off back to Bandung until I get back here.
This afternoon I will return to Bandung. I would love to see him directly. Surely if this holiday he has been guarding where he works. Oh yeah, charge the pulse.
Yes, I decided to charge the pulse as a side reason. If it was just to look at him, that was obviously an unreasonable reason. I stepped foot to his place of work, looking like a woman filling the pulse while joking with him. I intentionally waited until he was done.
After quite quiet, it turns out very quiet “Excuse me..excuse me?” it looked like he was being washed away with hetset in his ears. I clearly noticed his face, I stepped closer to him, but he was unconscious as well. I watched his expression shake his head, closing his eyes to the music. Maybe the genre of the song was swapped, suddenly singing
“what happened…
In this sacred story…
After all this time I believe…
Why did you leave..”
Ah, what kind of song do you like? I clapped my hands right in front of his nose. And his expression was really funny when shocked.
“Aaah....Akel??? Why did you get into my workspace?”
“Habis.. from earlier I called, uh your friend was not horrified because washed away in that crybaby song.”
“Sorry... uh.. sorry.... what's up kel? Tumben stopped by here?”
“Tumben? I come here often to fill the pulse, but at night” ngasal.
“What's the value?”
“Fifty...” I wrote the number on the sheet he gave, as he copied the pulse request to the operator, I kept my eyes on him. Surprised the pulse report has increased “Nih. pulsanya has entered,” I gave money and my mind drifted back. Yukita, it's me! Harrys!
“Thank you..” again that smile of his made me cramped, not mine.
“Ya” I keep looking at him, it feels sad to leave him even for a moment.
“There's more Kel?”
“Nggak”
“Oh yes... You do not go home?”
“Later flight noon”
“Emang where is your village?”
“You know aja.” Must be strong, this is only temporary. I'm going back. But back he called me.
“Kel..”.
Back I noticed she “What?”
“Hemmm...Your hair let me kayak gini aja yes? Long term, trim again so like that!”
“Although why?”wow, what is that.
“No...” I tried to step away, he called me back “Akel...”
“What else?” he made me impatient.
“Be careful yes!!!” I just gave a thumbs up and walked back to leave him but in front of me stood the jerk. That jerk who cornered without my knowledge.
Our eyes met, and then I continued. Scroll back, he went inside. Maybe he's not messing around.
At the boarding house, I say goodbye to my roommate, and the boarding house. Direct way to the airport. Because of the holiday season, the airport is a natural race. Soon be able to enjoy the coolness of the land of birth, because honestly.. The field is hot!
***
Thank God, happy landing in Bandung. Straight to the new house I left a few months ago. When I got home, the ceiling started to darken.
Just about to throw the body in the most comfortable place, enter the phone from Dirga. Oh yeah, I told him to come home today.
“Hai bro? Did you get to Belom?”
“Aah, severe you? Why didn't you pick me up?”
“Haha, I told you. There was a lecture with Mister Ganas.”
“Oh, yes.. keep now you where?”
“It's still on campus. I'm going there now yak?”
“Tomorrow Ga, I'm so tired. Tomorrow we go!”
“Siip laah! what's so good about Ry?”
“We ngetrek yuk?”
“Hahaha, why is that? It's not like we haven't talked for a long time. Sure enough? Still brani?”
“Haaalaah, are you afraid of me times?”
“What's Ry?”
“Gue wants to vent my frustration on the streets of Ga.”
“Ngapain are you upset too? Didn't you say you were ready to wait for him? haha, just this time I saw the other side of you because of a girl!”
“Already! Not a lot of bacots! I want to rest. Hye!"
Hape was ringing again, but this time from Vina
“Iya Vin, what's wrong? Any more pe-er problems?”
“Not brother, earlier Bang Remon said Kak Akel back to Bandung?”
“Iya, I'm home today.”
“Why didn't you say Brother? If I know, can I buy souvenirs to take to Bandung?”
“Hehe, next time Vin?”
“When to go back to Padang kak?”
“Wah, not yet clear. Why Vin?”
“Don't stay there long huh Kak?”
“Iya-iya, is there anything you want? Will I bring it to you?”
“So much kak.”
“oke!”
“Udah first huh Brother? Greetings to Akel's family there!”
“Salam also for your Mother yes. Bye..!”
This little boy showed me signs he likes me. Haha, the abege, should be looking for a couple who are his age. I'm too old for him to like. But let's just say, when he's still the age of monkey love, there's no need to mess around. Again the hape rings, aah.who else? Just disturb? Turns out Vonny, aahh.directly turn off and throw hape and sleep.
Morning came, awakened by the sound of the azan. Didn't feel like the sound of Azan was this loud? or am I not ‘ngeh’? it feels a little fresher, sleeping in the most comfortable place, at home with family.
Immediately I rise and ablaze and carry out the duties of the morning. There have been so many positive things since I was in Padang. Hopefully, my worship will be better in the future.
At dawn, I walked to the kitchen. There was a noise, typical of mothers in the kitchen..
“What cooking Mah?”
“Lho? What's the matter? prince sleep wake up at dawn?”
“Hehe, aah Mama.” I could only scratch my head, because I never woke up this early. “Again what Ma?”
“This, cook your favorite food Ry. Welcoming the eldest Mama who has long been far away.”
“There can I help Mah?” mama looked at me suspiciously..
“What's wrong with Harry? Tumben Offers to help Mama?” then laugh and shake his head,
“Udah, mending you sports only there Ry! Breathe fresh air! Your body is too thin never exercise!”
“Oh, yes it is Ma. I'm out first.”
“Wake your sister Hady!”
“Ya Ma.” Straight into his only sister's room. Kuktuk, but no sahutan. This kid is still sleeping. I opened it and it wasn't locked. Right, he's still in the blanket. I lifted the blanket I threw away.
He moved around wriggling back to find the blanket. It turns out nothing, he opened his eyes,
"Aya naon Aa, ngan ngaganggu jalma sare.."
“Build!”
“Still drowsiness a" a clear voice.
“WAKE!”
He woke up upset, seeing that it was still very early in the morning. “Still morning a’
“Sholat Dawn sanah!” he was shocked, got up and watched me. Check the temperature on my forehead.
“Normal,” chirps.
“Hady! Pray quickly! Time's up!” I pushed him straight into the bathroom. Come out with ogah-ogahan, go around looking for something. “Aparticularly Dy?”
“A’ sheath, I forgot where it is? Last time left.” Her chirps. I helped break open the closet looking for sarongs and prayer mats. It seems to be at the most basic.
I wait for him to pray. I remember, until a few months ago I was the same as him. I hope he is better than me, getting used to praying from a young age.
After the prayer he hurried to sit next to me. “A’ what happened?” with a pretentious tone.
“Udah, now you have to pray according to religious provisions! Don't you feel free again!”
“Tumben a’? what sambet there a’?”
“Udah! Now you change your clothes. Let's go jogging first!”
“Well, this? this is weird too? Tumben aa’ take me to play together?”
“Already! Don't yell again! I'll change my clothes first too! Let's exercise to be healthy!”
Hady is my sister with a pretty far age range. He is currently a junior high school student. He is my parents' favorite, after seven years I became an only child.''he was born, more parental attention to him. Sometimes I feel jealous, but I try to understand and give up.
One thing I realized, made me love her, she was very obedient and friendly. Different from me everyone says I'm calm and cold. Since SD he's always been a champion, no different from me. It's just that he's much more studious. Maybe my parents expect him to get into the best college there is? I don't know?
Before long, Hady had appeared with his jogging style. We also jogged to the town square which was quite close to home. A short break on the park bench, looked a few girls of the same age as Hady passing by and giggling deliberately passed in front of us. I noticed Hady's face flushed red, probably out of embarrassment. Address, same as me. Because I used to be exactly like him.
“Haha...” I unconsciously laughed to myself.
“Why a’?”
“Hayuk, we continue jogging!?” while rubbing the short hair of the Junior High student.
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