Love Ordinary Girl "Alya"

[POV.AUTHOR] Crying Reality

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Arif and Alya were still silent to each other... Shadowed by old memories that feel beautiful, but rice has become porridge, both are destined only to be friends, and nothing more.

After waiting for a long time, Raikhan came to bring a small plate of Solo jam and a glass of ice cream for his wife.

"Sad sorry to keep you waiting... Your husband met Om Rizal, papa's business partner..." Raikhan handed over what he brought to his wife. At this time, he had not realized the figure of Arif who was sitting next to Alya.

Alya accepted it with a sullen look...

"Yes Mas... I waited for you long enough, almost an hour. It's like to go straight home, Mas, no longer tastes with this food..."

"I'm really sorry Yank... Don't be angry, my dear..!! If you are angry, the beauty will disappear... Please, Empress of my heart...!"

"Heeemmmm... Next time don't take too long to leave your wife..! If someone kidnaps me how...??" Alya said by showing the face of puppy eyes that she often does when joking with her husband.

As usual, Raikhan pinched his wife's nose in a fit of anxiety....

"Ihhh.., my wife, if it's like this makes you anxious. Too bad we're in a public place, try it otherwise...? This next time your husband, it won't make the Empress wait long..." Raikhan smiled broadly.

Apparently Arif stole a look at the two of them. The man seemed to be frowning. It turns out that Alya's husband is not a stranger to Arif.

"Doctor Raikhan..." Instantly Arif called Alya's husband. Feeling his name being called, Raikhan turned to the origin of the voice.

"Young Master Arif....?" Raikhan said with an expanding smile.

Arif stood up and shook Raikhan's hand.

"Owhhhh it turns out you are Mas Rai, who became Alya's husband..."

"Yes Rif... You guys know each other..?"

"We're friends from High School Mas..."

"REally...?? It turns out that my wife can also be friends with the handsome Young Master..."

"Mas Raikhan is exaggerated. Nor did I expect Mas, my best friend to be your wife, a successful young doctor..."

"Hhaha...., what success is Rif..? It's been two more years, I stopped being a doctor..."

"Lho.., why Mas..?" Looked Arif, frowning.

"There is a very unwearing reason.., besides that I want to focus on being her love doctor Alya only... Hhaha..." Raikhan laughed, while glancing at the wife who was still sitting, without enjoying the food given by the husband. A plate of Solo jam and a glass of ice cream are only placed on the table. Alya felt no taste of eating both.

Arif also laughed at Raikhan's words.

"Well, Alya said that she was happy with your marriage... It turned out that the doctor of love was the one who confronted him..."

"Yes, but it took Rif's struggle to make my wife happy..."

Their conversation continued, as if regardless of the figure of the woman who was getting saturated, because she just sat still.

"Keren Mas your struggle... It's hard to make Alya's heart melt..."

Alya ventured to cut off the two men's conversation.

"Mas, I want to see Vita and the others first huh..?"

"Mmm.., all right, dear..."

"Where are they Al..?"

"I don't know Rif either... You guys continue the conversation..! I'll find them..."

"I take Yank...?"

"No need to..."

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Alya got up from her seat and started to step away from the two men. Instantly his eyes were fixed on a group of men and women who were busy talking.

"With..." Alya called her best friend, and walked closer to Vita who was busy talking with other Alya friends.

"Alyas.... I'm coming too..." Vita hugged Alya tightly. After Vita took off her arms, Dara embraced Alya.

While Ardhi, Ale, Rudi and their partners, shook Alya's hand tightly.

"Mas Raikhan just talked to Arif.." Alya answered with a smile.

"Loh.., they already know each other...?"

"Yes Vit. They even look familiar..."

"Owhhhh so yeah...?"

"Huum Vit's..."

Alya and all her friends are chatting, even they look very happy, because they were reunited. Until the photo session arrived.

Alya and all the companions, gathered on the bridal stage. So did Raikhan and Arif. They took pictures with the two brides in various poses. Raikhan was always by his wife's side.

Arif who saw the affection of Raikhan and Alya felt burning jealousy. But whatever the power, he was only a friend to the woman he loved.

Although it is very painful to see the two of them, but Arif is grateful, because Alya is owned by a good man, and responsible.

"Blessed is always Al..." The whisper of Arif in the heart.

After taking a picture together, they say goodbye to the two brides.....

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Meeting Alya was a joy for Arif. He considers, that Alya is a reason to always return to Jogja. She is like the home she always misses.

After leaving the hotel, Arif drove his motorcycle towards South Square. The place she and Alya once carved memories.

Arif sits alone on the mat, enjoying Alya's favorite wedhang rondhe. Sometimes the man breathed heavily. There is a sense of tightness in the chest, because it is not able to reach the long-buried love.

"When it was, I was able to express it... You will be waiting for me Al. I'm just a cowardly man who feels defeated before fighting..." Arif said in the heart. His eyes looked up at the star-studded sky.

"Al..., in this place is beautifully engraved memories of both of us. Even at the last moment we will be separated for the second time. I should've been more attentive to your attention, Al..." Arif's chest is getting claustrophobic, visible clear circles that adorn the face of his look.

Arif took off the thin glasses perched on his nose. He wiped away the tears with his hands.

The man took a deep breath to ease the emotions.

If only time could return to the past, it would be like that man chose to fight for his love. But because of a mistake that can not be redeemed, he can only cry over reality........

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Go home to your town

There is a haru in the longing

It's still like before

Every corner greeted me as a friend

Full of meaning

I'm going to be nostalgic

When we spend time often

Enjoy with the Atmosphere of Jogja

At the intersection my steps stopped

Many five feet peddling special dishes tasteful

People sit cross-legged

Street musicians are in action

As I lose you

Whimpering themselves

Swallowed by the roar of your city

**You're not coming back now

But your city presents your smile eternal

Let me go home again

When the heart begins to be quiet without being treated

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