Love is Not Just a Word

Start Opening the Heart

The scorching heat of the sun slapped my innocent face. Not going to the shelter when I got to my school to pick him up. Looks like my brother started out with his gang friends (meaning friends - his close friends hehe)

"Halo Mbak bidadari, Mbak bidadari goleki Pak Arman kae (Mbak bidadari sought after Pak Arman tuh) ". The habit of my friend called me that name and as usual immediately shook hands when I came, like a queen of my mind. In the crowd of people who were picking up their children, they suddenly looked at me at the same time. And Mr Arman? Who her?

"Sir Arman ki sopo deck? (Sir Arman who's the deck?) ". I was confused with my friend.

"Mosok rareti mbak bidadari ki, kae you know Pak Satpam (Not knowing Mbak bidadari tuh, that's Pak Satpam) ". Woalahh means whatsapp I was Mr. Arman was a school security guard.

"Oalahh, yes let's go Bali gelak hot ki (Jaudah let's go home to the hot hunt) ". I do not care and just smile to respond to my friend and invite my brother to immediately go to the motorbike to quickly go home , because the weather today is so puanassss ...

After a few days, Arman also invited acquaintances, and wanted to stop by the house for friendship. I also agreed, step by step heard from outside my house. If there is no sound yet dare to come out. Yes even though at that time the family was at home all coincidences but was - was just let nothing happen - unwanted things.

"Assynoga". Male voice - male. Mumbles.

Inside the house "Koe wae kono Ka, seng bukak. At most kae wonge(You've just there Ka, who's open, maybe it's the guy ) ". My mother said slowly, because I have spoken with my mother who is the most beautiful if later the security guard will come.

"Assynoga". Said again. I rushed to open the door and I was right.

"Waa.. Wa'alaikumsalam". I'm wide-eyed, my goodness sweet bangettt. I murmured in my heart

"Sir Arman huh?". Sapaku started the conversation, and my call to him was still as usual, "Sir". I see it so close that he is still young.

"yes, I'm Nira's sister".

"Haha.. Yes Nira, until I forget". He replied while patting his eel that item

The people of the house also welcomed him friendly, but one thing that stuck in my mind, why did my father look ordinary with the arrival of Arman?? I murmured in my heart. But that's not too much I think, at most it's just my guess again.

Long muttered with his own heart and mind, until he forgot if there is a guest "Ohh yes please sit sir, sorry the place is messy, Hehe". I said to sit down for Arman.

"Enggeh". The answer is short but friendly.

"iki yo Pak, mung telo e hehe (This is yes sir, just ketela hehe) . My adek said that he brought a plate of boiled ketella from my grandfather's garden this morning.

"Ndene sek Nir, how come you? (Here was Nir, why hunt?) ". Arman said he invited my brother to join us.

"Hooh Nir, ndene sikik, rasah isin - isin ngono, wong yo koe pendak dino met Pak Arman kok Hahaha. (Yes Nir. Here first, do not be ashamed - shame people you also meet Mr. Arman every day)". I said I begged my brother to join us, but my brother still insisted on refusing.

" Is it time to open my heart again? " I thought.

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