Love is Not Finished

CHAPTER 1: The Guest

It was a hot day.

Uh..! These pimples always appear on my face. My gertutuku while squeezing pimples on the nose.

Suddenly my father appeared.

"Hey girl, don't you squeeze those pimples, you can break your skin later!" papa said as he passed through the door.

Papa must have memorized my habits.

I was silent while looking at the mirror. There I saw the figure of me who began to groom, tomboy and wear a shirt plus shorts.

I think it's natural at the age of this teenager, when the age of seventeen years, acne begins to appear because of hormones. Not to mention the mens coming that always makes me sultry back and forth to the toilet to change pads.

"Girl.., come down for a while, someone comes," My mother called from under the stairs.

"Yes, Ma" I replied.

I casually went downstairs and approached Mama in the kitchen.

"What's the matter Ma?" I asked while looking at the stove that was on.

"That's a guest, you chat there. Mama wants to fry donuts first," replied Mama.

"Who the hell is Ma?"

"That's who stopped by our house. Overseas children who are in service in this city," replied Mama while taking a doughnut topping on the plate rack.

"Let's go, she'll wait a little later" Mama ordered.

I obeyed Mama and walked straight to the living room.

Who her?

While walking in the living room, suddenly his guests look and look into my eyes.

The deg! I don't know why, I feel like something is stirring in my heart.

"Hi..," she greeted me first.

I hurried to sit on the chair directly opposite her.

"Hi too" I replied with a smile. I felt clumsy as he kept watching me.

"What class are you in?"

"Still in third grade High School," I tried to relax in response to her question.

"Oiya, what's your name?" ask again.

"Zanu," I replied briefly, looking at the one thing lying on the table.

Oiya, I don't know why I didn't dare look him in the eye. And so I felt my body begin to sweat, this signaled there was a sense of anxiety inside me. I don't know what kind of anxiety I'm feeling, I don't know.

"I'm Angga" He introduced himself.

For a moment the mood began to calm. I started to get nervous and a little nervous, confused about what to ask him.

"That's a gun?" I asked while pointing at the object on the table earlier. I tried to melt the atmosphere even though I was not interested in it. Everyone knew it was a gun.

"Yes,"

"There's bullets?" my many.

"empty,"

He opened the valve on the holster of the gun and took the bullet. Then he showed it to me.

"I didn't put the bullet in,"

"Can I see?" I asked while taking one of the bullets in his hand. I looked at the bullet and thought, It looks like this bullet is good for pendants.

"May I ask for one?" my many.

"Wow, can't. It must be complete, the length of the business if it is lost or less," he took the bullet in my hand.

I avoided it. I saw the look on his face change hoping that I would return the bullet.

I got out of the chair, the bullet was still in my grasp. I don't know why I'd like to see her reaction. Not to mention I got away from the chair, suddenly Mama came carrying a tray containing donuts.

"Where are you going, Zanu?" ask Mama.

I'm silent.

"This is Ma, the bullet I took one,"

"Don't take Zanu. Give it back, yeah," Mama looks a little freaked out.

"Now, I'll give it back. Sorry," I said as I thrust a bullet in front of him.

He took a bullet in my hand and smiled.

"Ma, Zanu go up first huh," I want to go up the stairs.

"Eitss.., first, please get us a drink and we eat the doughnuts together" Mama ordered.

*Wow, how is this? I was still talking to him. But pity Mama, already making donuts and it feels impossible for me to let Mama chat with her.

Papa was busy with his fishing gear upstairs. If I'm not the one accompanying, who else*?

I went to the kitchen and took a big glass teapot with the glass in the cupboard. After filling the teapot with water, I immediately carried it with a tray leading to the living room.

I heard Mama was busy chatting, telling me about Mama's hometown which happened to be the same as her. I put the tray on the table and put the glass together. While hearing Mama talk, I ate a donut. Once in a while he looked at me.

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I don't think it's been an hour. I don't talk and prefer to be quiet.

"Female came home aunty first," she suddenly said goodbye.

"Hurry home. Stop by here again sometime Angga. Think of it as your own home" replied Mama.

"God willing Aunt," she greeted Mama. I was still silent, but still observing his movements.

He went out to the front door and put on his shoes.

"It's nice to meet you, Zanu. Sometimes we talk again" he smiled at me.

"Yes Bang" I answered briefly.

Then he got in the car and I hid behind Mama's shoulders. After the engine was alive, he immediately left accompanied by the sound of his car that was a little noisy.

"Zanu, why are you so quiet?" ask Mama.

"With Ma, Zanu also did not know what to talk about. Zanu go upstairs first Ma, "I replied as I ran up the stairs.

"Eitss.., please Mama clean these glasses first. Just take this doughnut upstairs, where you know your Papa wants to be," Mama ordered as she passed to her room.

"Good Ma,"

I cleaned the glass, the teapot and the tray, and then took it to the kitchen. After that I took the doughnut and brought it upstairs.

I saw Papa was busy pulling the fishing line on the upper terrace which happened to be next to my room.

"Pa, this is a donut for Papa," I said as I thrust a plate filled with donuts.

"Thank you girl,"

"Zanu to the room first Pa," I was about to move from the terrace to the door.

"How was the guest?" suddenly Papa slapped while plucking a donut.

"There's not much we're talking about, Pa, the guy's too cuckoo," I replied accordingly.

"Yes.., maybe because you just know, keep the image a little," said Papa smiled widely.

"Maybe. Zanu was afraid to look into Pa's eyes," I remembered his gaze earlier.

"Fear why? Later you can even fall in love with him," Papa teased me while laughing.

"Ah Papa..," I walked towards the room.

I closed the door and sat for a moment in front of the mirror. I looked again at the pimples that were still hanging in the nose. Then I thought of what Papa said just now, about falling in love.

What is this feeling called being in love? But can it be that fast?

I've never felt what it is to fall in love with in my life. And I don't understand what it means to be in love?

I don't know, let time answer.

I got on the bed and started to close my eyes to sleep.

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