love of kayla

assalamualaik...

my heart is troubled, what should I do? answering the nameless call that just kept ringing? maybe the one who called me this is Andika because before last afternoon we separated in the campus lobby she had said that she wanted to call after finishing college, "ah.. but instead I save her number andika? or did he change the number? it might be important" I murmured inwardly, before the call ended I hurriedly answered the unfamiliar call.

"assalamualaikum.. "a foreign voice came from the end of the phone, his voice sounded melodious even though only greetings were spoken, my heart trembled to hear it like something was entering my heart

"greetings waalaikum." I replied to the voice that gave the greeting earlier

"really this with kayla salsabila ahmad? " his question made me wonder "where does he know my name? whereas I knew his voice never knew his person again" I asked in my heart

"yes, who is this with? " answer me, I asked

"muhammad rayhan maulana" he replied to me a little surprised, is this the owner of the voice of the person I'm betrothed to?

"ray.. han? " i asked in nervousness, this was the first time I had spoken to him after I found out that I had been betrothed to this man

"yes, I just want to apologize because in yesterday's meeting I had to go home and not meet you" he said.

"yes, it's okay" I said nervously

"the next time I won't repeat" he said making me ask in my heart "the next time? then he still wants to see me? how is this what I should do? reject it or deny it

ah... It's better if I just say that I already have someone I like, maybe he will accept it? he seems like a wise man there.

"well" I replied

" well, I have a job, I have a job

assalamualaikum" his pamphlet

"yes, greetings waalaikum" I replied while closing the phone, I have not finished wiping my chest because the phone was turned off suddenly

"who's kay? " ask the short-haired lady who had noticed me on the phone

"the man I've been betrothed to" I answered making her curious

"huh, you take it kay? since when? how come you don't tell stories? what about andika?" ask her naggingly

"heee.. kirain has been accepted" while rubbing his head with his hands.

kurruuukkk.

the voice that is increasingly heard clearly and loudly that is none other than the sound of the stomach mila that seems to have started rumbling because of the slow wait for me

"let's see, I'm already hungry" she asked, holding her stomach

"yes already ayok" did not take long we also arrived at the bakso pak jono stall, jono, mila who was starving immediately ordered extra jumbo meatballs and a pennant while I only ordered a bowl of meatballs as usual tampa there was a lontong addition

"kay, where are you? why haven't you come yet? I eat first, Kay? " said mila asked where andika was because he was the one who invited us to eat at pak jono stall after college

"there are still classes possible" I replied thinking positively

"maybe" said mila as he devoured the extra jumbo meatballs before him.

five minutes passed my meatballs and mila was half gone and suddenly

"sorry, I still have a senate meeting"

said the man standing in front of me who was none other than Andika

"yes it's nothing dik, sorry me and kayla ate first about her I from lunch belom eat" said mila to andika while I can only be silent a thousand languages

"yes, what a mile, just relax" replied Andika,

"oiya Kay how do you have an answer to my question? " tanya andika charges the answer to her question in the letter she left on the mila the other day.

deg...

seriate...