love of kayla

andika triyoga saputra

this afternoon the sky looks cloudy, it seems like the sky also feels the worry of my heart, ah. I want to immediately spill my taste on my best friend mila.

it didn't take me long to reach the cafe where I and mila made a pact to meet, I saw from outside the glass cafe mila was cool sitting enjoying his favorite ice cappucino, yes one person can be said maniac cappucino where there is a mila there must be a cappucino, that's why mila often invite me to hang out in "our cafe" because here a lot of coffee menu including ice cappucino favorite mila

"hay mil, have you been waiting a long time? " greet me to mila who is cool sipping capuccino in front of him

"hay Kay, I didn't feel like I had just started 10 minutes ago" he replied

"what's a mile, you ask me if there's something you want to say? " ask me on mila because it is no stranger to me usually if mila ngajak meet there must be something important according to him

"so I met andika on campus kay, she nitipin a letter to you" he said as he handed me a piece of sky-blue paper.

"what's andika? ask me in shock

yes and if it's someone I've liked since the first time I knew him, but it seems that you only think of me as a little sister, that's why I just admire him in silence, I never had the courage to express my feelings to that notoriously cold and loner figure, yes andika triyoga saputra is my level sister on campus she has a cold and quiet nature but behind that nature she also has a caring and caring nature not many know because indeed she does not I like to show it in public.

it's still very clear in my memory how he helped me when I fell off the bike I was riding so gently that he treated the wound on my knee, it was the first time I met andika and maybe from there my liking arose and continued to grow when I found out that I and andika were studying at the same campus just that we were different levels

"woy, daydream" cried mila startling my daydream

"what is this letter a mile? " ask me curious as I turn back the sky blue paper that has writing

"for my halal candidate"

soon as my heart beat like it was about to jump out of place, the question filled my brain "what is this? is it for me? aky's the candidate? is it not your fault, Andy? or maybe? ahh. I increasingly guess what the contents of the letter you love me is

"i don't know kay, andika just said tell love for you, you better read it let you know, I'm also curious what it contains hee" he said while showing his teeth line that looks neat

dreeett...

I just wanted to read a letter from Andika, but it was shocked by the sound of my cellphone which was none other than a call from my mother, she said, don't want to waste time I immediately took my phone and answered the phone from mom

"greetings waalaikum, I'll go home later tonight aunt dinda and your candidate wants to come here" replied the tudu point mother

"my candidate? ask my mother

"yes, the one who will be betrothed to you" he replied again

"well bun, kayla will be home soon

assalamualaikum" I said ending the call

"greetings waalaikum" replied the mother who was heard from the end of the phone

"what's up kay? ask mila curiously

"mother asked me to go home a mile quickly" I replied softly

"yes you have come home just fine after all I have conveyed the mandate of andika"

" yes, I'm home first, mil"

saying goodbye to mila while poking around

yes, that is our habit when we meet or want to separate.

seriate...

hay guyss look forward to the continuation of the story of kayla salsabila ahmad which is certainly getting more exciting

for those of you who have read it, thank you very much