Love is Not Just a Word

Single-mindedly

Sitting relaxed while daydreaming became my current bad habit . In the middle - the middle of silence morning, noon, afternoon, even night is not as cheerful as people used to say. I have not dared to confess about this relationship with Arman that has ended. Although sometimes the busyness of coworkers sounds very loud, but still a sense of loneliness that I feel. Although friends are everything, but now I can not tell you first about my relationship with Arman. Every prayer I send about Arman so that Arman can succeed in the future without the presence of people like me. Here I am the most hurt but do not know why the sense of caring for Arman still envelops my day.

Your business is now starting to sell, in accordance with my field, I help you every order from customers. Our family on behalf of my Father has planned to build a new business at home. We opened a pure cow milk stall. Really, true said the Father, thanks to the words of the Father and the efforts of the Father who has now been running for about two weeks turned me into a very strong and patient woman. Although sometimes patience is almost exhausted, now it has been refilled thanks to the support of the family so that I become a cheerful woman and always rise from problems that almost stress me and no spirit of life.

"B"... Notif on the screen of my phone is clearly visible is the name of Arman. Indeed, Arman is still stored in my cell phone contacts, but no longer in my heart. I've moved on from him because of my family's blessing.

"???". I replied to Arman's short message with just a question mark. I'm off Arman. There's nothing else I need to bother with him. Again, why is he still calling me?

"Sorry Nduk, I'm disturbing, I'd like to grab some toast jam with the tools. Mmm.. I'm at your side".

"Yaudah come straight here wae Mas, I'm busy". I reply ketus.

"Whatsapp from whom is Ma'am ?". It turns out my adek mergokin.

"Krman". I said honestly while cooking fried rice customer orders.

"Ni Mak, Ms. Tika Whatsapp with Mas Arman said". Oceh adekku to Mamakku.

"Kok iseh Whatsapp karo Arman Ka?, mbok ues rasah dibales (Kok still Whatsapp same Arman Ka? Why don't you answer it)". Pissed mamakku.

"That Mak Mas Arman arep? (this is Mak Mas Arman.) ". My answer was cut off by Arman who had arrived at my house. My mother immediately turned her face not paying attention to Arman.

"Assynoga". Greetings Arman

"Wa'alaikumsalam". Answer me

"Dek, direct anter Mas Arman to the house, want to take while toast him" . I said without seeing Arman.

"Oalahhhhhhhh..". Adeku go straight ahead.

"Teng pundi Nduk? (Where is Nduk) , still in dalem to besidesya?". Ask Arman snobs.

"Kae lho ngetutke adek kok even ngadek neng kono (it you know follow my adek, kok even stand there)". Then I went to Arman, and then Arman's face changed. I don't care much about it either. Arman also followed my adek into the house to take jam in the refrigerator that Arman had tipped in the middle of Ramadan fasting. He took it with his friend. Which I don't know who he is. Without saying hello and thank you Arman also passed without saying goodbye.

"Kae Ka, good luck koe rasido karo Arman, ra due manners. Mangkane I want yo directly ra gatekne wonge (Tuh Ka, fortunately you are not the same Arman, do not have manners. I also want to not pay attention to him immediately)".

The day passed. I've enjoyed my day like this. Now I'm in singles again, again, and again. Hadehhh even kayak lyrics yak Hahaha. "Wahh there is a Habib Syech nih". I saw a post on the whatsapp story from his friend Arman named Heru, who was invited by Arman to take his toast equipment at my home at the time. All of Arman's friends whatsapp me including Hima, Heru and one more I forget whose name, but already know the same. Back to the topic, every time there is a Habib Syech event that is praying with Habib. Sometimes it is also commonly called the Akbar Study. Still a long time ago on August 01, usually the same Rika village friends or the same other friends if you want to go to the Akbar Study. In the midst of thinking about who to go with, it depends on the intention anyway, it is just not possible to go alone with a lot of people, even out of town using a car or using a truck together - together. There's a message from Hima's friend Arman.

"Ayokk la gas, kaleh sinten le mrana Ka? (Ayokk la gas, who does Ka affect? ". Chat Hima has been read by me, seen him

recounting my post I Screenshoot from Heru's story.

"Haha.. Kaleh rencang (Sama temen) maybe Mas as usual". My reply is a little lazy.

My shop was open from 18:00 to 00:00.. Almost every day Hima comes to my sanity. Although the sustenance has been arranged by Allah, and Hima is one of the people who have become regular customers, Hima is also good. Although sometimes courtesy still he has not used. Once when my father and my mother were in the house. Hima instead of shaking hands sat down with me. He brought me a book that was once offered to me.

"Pronounced". Said

"Sampean guru najai Mas?". Askaqua.

"Not really, just in the madrasa if there is a call. Someone asked for private too hhe". Evidently.

I read the book, and taught by Hima, joking was felt until almost late at night and the shop was about to close. I'm ending the conversation tonight. Tonight continues the next day. Hima so often come here (to my stall) until - until she brought her own homemade pegs that had offered before coming.

Hmm yaudahlahh after all I used to take Hima, even though Arman was the winner. Oiya another one of Arman's friends, I already want his name Roby. Robby is also the one who often comes to the place where Arman trades. Than this long length yes. I'm going to Arman.

I say gini through whatsapp "Assalamualaikum, next time tell me first if you want to give my no whatsapp to the meeting until (you)!. Don't let me get out of love!". Keyboard is sent to Arman. Whether he's read it or not is up. I like it the most if there are people who love no whatsapp me to others without my permission first. The longer I'm familiar with Roby's name. We also walked together to enjoy the sunset on the hill near the beach. Who is no other and no stranger to the name "Bukit Paragliding".. The most romantic place in my opinion.

(Author\= Sorry to interrupt hitchhiking through hehe. Sorry for the readers of my work, I realize that my work is very boring, monotonous, but do not forget the likes and comments, yes, this work I participated in the contest, but I did not forget, Bismillah can win. Please pray yes all😘🙏. Thanks & )

Notif the message back in my whatsapp, I think the new number is not known anymore. Turns out...

"Ka".

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Bismillah yes my work has started again to run. Yesterday was busy with work so there was no time to do it. Work often overtime too. Often sauces too. Instead of later not maximal I make his work, I decided to stop first. Btw, what are you guys doing now?. If there is no urgent need to stay at home yes. May Covid-19 also disappear from the earth. Aamiins. 😊.