
...'Love is space and time measured by the heart.'...
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Arriving at a minimalist two-story house the rain has completely stopped. Dinda's footsteps lightly entered the house because it was not locked, did not forget the greetings he also said.
"Assalamualaik."
"Wa'alaikumussalam," said Kaamil who was sitting relaxed in the living room, seen the prayer mat was attached to his right shoulder.
"Wait for Brother, Mil ... Brother took a bath, first," said Dinda immediately ran regardless of decak 'kan Kaamil.
"Mother ... wait for Adin, will you?" said Dinda when passing Vita near the stairs to go up to the top floor.
"the hunt! Why did you just come home?" asked Vita curiously looking at Dinda's back.
"Nganter friend earlier, to his house!" dinda shouted before disappearing behind the door.
Throw the bag over the mattress, and remove the original slippers scattered. Like thousands of dogs, Dinda wakes up to the bathroom.
Within ten minutes, Dinda was out with a towel wrapped around her half-wet body. Either shower what is the name, the important thing is that he takes a shower and must be ready immediately if he does not want to be left behind.
Spring put on clothes, took his prayer gear and put on his sandals, immediately darting while carrying a comb.
Down on the stairs, his hands twitched combing his long hair that was still a little wet.
"Mother, hold it first." Dinda immediately handed me the mukena and prayer mats folded into one in a small bag.
Vita shook her head at Dinda's behavior. While the empress did not care, she was busy rolling her hair and putting on an instant hijab. Kaamil and Al secretly immortalize her in a video.
"Udah .., come on, Mother," asked Dinda to take back her face.
"Come," Kaamil saved her phone and moved in with Al.
Walking together, Kaamil and Al in front, while Dinda and Vita in back. They found the streets a little muddy because of the puddles of rain. However, it did not hinder his intention towards the house of God.
After praying isya and tarawih, Dinda decided to invite others to eat on the side of the road that sells satay.
With enthusiasm and pleasure, of course Kaamil immediately agreed, followed by Vita also Al who had not tasted the food for a long time.
"So, whose brother ran out of anther, anyway?" ask Kaamil after the departure of the waiter who asked their order.
"Nganter, Mas Candra," answered Dinda honestly.
"Emang, he didn't bring a motor?" Vita chimed in wonder.
"Bring! But it's raining .. so you can't go home. Therefore, Adin the anter," explained Dinda.
"Where to see you?" ask Al.
"It just so happens that Mas Candra, iftar at the resto." Al nodded faintly.
"Why not come here, sister," asked Kaamil.
Dinda did not answer, the waiter came to bring their order, making her not talk.
"Well, are you here?" ask Dinda after the waiter leaves and say thank you.
"Did you try, did you come here?" continued.
"Say, I'm the one who told you to come here" Kaamil replied casually as he chewed satay.
"Idih ... Who are you, Mas Candra? The boyfriend who should, come to?" dinda's annoyance makes no sense with Kaamil's advice.
"Some, Mother or Father who told .. definitely Nak Candra, would," said Vita.
"No ah, Mother! Adin' isn't that close, same as Candra? Yes, suddenly going home? Is it Adin, who is it, Mss Candra?" Dinda really does not understand the way Kaamil and Bunda Vita think.
"No need to wear alesan close to bring Candra here. He's your Mama's best friend's son. So naturally, base it," said Al while enjoying his food.
"Tuh, Brother."
"Ihh, Dad. Even though Mas Candra, her friend Mama's child, is not ethical when she immediately invites him. ... Mas Candra, drop by my house. Ohh, no bangettt," Dinda refused to practice taking Candra to their house.
"Stale, Adin .. stale base! You only appreciate Candra as the son of your Mama's friend. Candra certainly didn't say yes, did she? Surely think first, it could be He was busy and refused, smooth" explained Al.
"When you know the answer, don't say, yes. Why wear with everything, Dad? Don't you guys," replied Dinda quietly, She didn't want to be too impudent to answer Al's question. However, Dinda was actually upset.
"Stale base Kak .. stale base!" kaamil imitated Al.
Dinda moved her lower lip while glaring angrily at Kaamil.
"It is .. don't think about the past. Mending quickly spend his satay, let us also quickly go home. It's late at night," lerai Vita.
'Mommy, Daddy and Kaamil could say that! Nirvana ....'
Without being told twice, they immediately kept quiet while spending satay. After paying, they rushed home in a state of full stomach.
Arriving home, Dinda went straight to the room to rest as well as the others.
Just as Dinda had locked the door to her room, the ringing of the cell phone inside the bag she had thrown on the bed accelerated her pace.
"Hallo, Assalamualaikum, Mas Adit," said Dinda after reading the name of the caller on her mobile phone screen.
π±"Waalaikumsalam. Why just lifted? I've been in contact, haven't even been picked up?"
Dinda frowned while keeping her phone away to see the call history. Turns out to be true, there were about nine missed calls.
"Sorry, Mas Adit ... I just got home from tarawih and the hape I'm staying, so don't know if there's, phone," Dinda told me.
π±"Not his tarawih is done, long time ago?"
"Yes, it's been a while, Mom. But I stopped by satay first, same Mother and Father."
Sounds o round voice across there.
π±"Should've taken me, earlier."
"All the tarawih, Mas. Not thinking, Mas Adit." Dinda chuckles at Adit's proposal to ask to be invited.
π±"OK, takbir night we eat together. Don't refuse, take this instead of time because you didn't push me, just now."
"Ehh, what is it?" peekik Dinda's.
"Where can it be" said Dinda again voiced.
Actually it's okay for Dinda to go with Adit, she just reflexively felt embarrassed because of the invitation. Until he said so.
π±"Can, definitely can. Ba'da isya later, I'll pick you up?"
"Emm, look at it later," elak Dinda smiled shyly and of course not known to Adit.
π±"Mmm, gleam hear it. So I'd love to apply, you."
At once Dinda put her face on the pillow. His cheeks feel hot, until they become red. If anyone sees it, Dinda can be cut all out.
π±"Honey .. really, quiet?"
Dinda who never responded to the word 'honey', today feels so different and difficult to express in words. His chest was pounding uncontrollably, his heartbeat was not in rhythm until he could hear himself.
'My heart, ' Dinda's screams swelled.
Fortunately the caller did not hear it.
"Mas Adit, was it? My stomach, it hurts," said Dinda giving an excuse to have the phone cut off immediately.
π±"Yes, I'll see you tomorrow after tomorrow, baby. Assalamualaikum."
"Wa'alaikumussalam."
"Aaaaa" cried Dinda from behind a pillow after turning off her phone. He smiled unstoppably as he rolled around on his padded mattress.
'I'm waiting, Mas.'
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