LOVE THE LOST

RAINIDA & RIFAN

Loving the lost is a "Slow" story that is always "Still" to be told.

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It's getting late, today's class is really boring. I don't know why I'm not eating rice, so I decided to buy my favorite risoles just to break the fast. Mother's cooking let it be eaten after maghrib prayer. I decided to walk to buy risoles Mbak Iin while waiting for magrib time.

Right in front of the selling point of Mbak Iin's risoles is always a lot of small children playing ball. My feeling is that soon one of them will be sent home by their mother.

"Da! well dream of girls,"

"Ah Mbak ngagetin. Who is dreaming, it's again see the boy on the scolded mother tuh Mbak, rasain!"

"Udah ah, here's the risoles!"

"Makasi Mbak Iin the gemes, "

"You are Nida."

Ma'am Iin is nice and very friendly. Despite her husband's years of absence, she has always been persistent to support her two children and most importantly her risoles are very good.

Allahuahbar... Allahuahbar...

I hastened my steps to get home soon. Imagine sipping a glass of cold water must be very fresh. It's really impatient.

"Nidaaaa, wait!"

Not how far behind me was Rifan's voice. Rifan was my best friend, we knew each other since the baby. Born in the same hospital and twelve years of school in the same school.

After completing twelve years of compulsory education we finally separated. Rifan and I are different majors. Rifan chose to study in the Department of Literature and I in the Department of Mathematics. Although still an important campus can no longer one class anymore.

Our house is not too far away, just different complex. No need to ask how often we play together.

"What's? azan wants to break this fast. Any more maths?" I answered when I looked at Rifan who had stopped on his bike.

"No dong. Come on to your house! I want to break the fast. " Rifan replied immediately leaving Nida.

"Eee basic syringe! it's not like I've been piggybacked."

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Finish breaking fast.

"Da, I want to talk!"

"Zidan again?"

"Lo still can't believe it? Zidan is no good to you Da!"

I was silent to Rifan's words. The blood in my body seemed to flow quickly. I don't like Rifan always vilifying Zidan.

"Da, how long have we known him? and this is how I've learned about who and how Zidan really is,"

"Fan, you've gone too far into my business. Because we are friends from small does not mean you can chat I want to like and deket who."

I growled and rushed after the mother who was taking ablution for maghrib prayer, leaving Rifan at the dinner table alone. But even the mother invited Rifan to pray together.

Out of annoyance, I don't even want to see Rifan's face.

"Fan let's pray to be the Imam!" Bring Mom.

"No, ma'am, she wants to go home!" Ketus.

Seeing my response like that finally Rifan refused mother's invitation and immediately said goodbye to go home.

Actually we have often quarreled but for trivial things is not about privacy like this.

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Before going to bed, I knocked on my bedroom door. It turned out that he asked Rifan who was not as ordinary as it was this afternoon.

"Mom... The mother's child is Nida or Rifan the real one? "

"Yes, good night! the person who tells you means they care about you. Don't marahan again, kasian had seen his face Rifan very sad."

"Assalamualaikum," said the mother while closing the door to my room.

I was aghast from inside the blanket, sitting staring at the wall clock with a short needle in the number eleven and a long needle in the number three.

Glancing beside the study table, it turned out that my book was open. It seems like before leaving for college this afternoon I forgot to put it in a bag.

My orange-colored sleeping lights add to my chaotic mood tonight. I sat down at the study table, staring blankly at the little book that I already considered my second heart.

Really, it's not easy for me to just share a story. No one can accept and understand what I am saying.

But not with Rifan. I told her everything. Almost twenty years of friendly Rifan never disagreed with me. In fact, I consider him to be like my real brother, I love him very much.

As an only child who never felt the affection of my father, it made me feel very protected Rifan.

I opened the earliest sheet in my book. It was written there on June 29, 2009, still very close to my head, on top of the tree house a little far behind Rifan's house.

"Nida here goes up! look at that shop Mbak Iin looks from up here."

Hearing Rifan's words, I became enthusiastic to immediately go up kale on top of the tree house.

"Well, if you're lying, then I don't want to be different with you anymore!"

"Yeshere!"

My pink mini bike, I just collapsed next to a tree. I climbed one by one ladder. After reaching the fifth step I felt not strong and tired on the knee.

"Daa, let's take three more stairs! hold my hand!"

Rifan extended his hand with great difficulty. How not, at that time his hand had not been as long and muscular as now. I also welcomed Rifan's hand with such enthusiasm.

Somehow my legs slipped, so Rifan was very difficult to pull my body with his small hands.

"Fan, you'll fall!"

"No, Nida!!! let's stick your feet up the stairs again you can do it!"

Rifan actually pulled my body with all his might. Until now it still seems clear the sweaty red face of Rifan who tried to help me not to fall. My little hero named Rifan was great, always protecting and saving me. Finally, I reached the last ladder.

"That's dong, you can. You're so weak, you just want to fall." Ejek Rifan's.

"I'm a girl, too, said my mother that it was her duty to protect women."

We sat with legs dangling, I swung forward and backward. I felt so happy to be up high and to see so many houses from the top of that tree house. Rifan grabbed my shoulder, though,

"Miss..."

"What?"

"May I be your friend forever?"

Look at his face at that moment. At that time I felt, we were like the ftv scene my mother often watched at home. I also pointed my little finger in front of Rifan's face.

"You promised me, too, that you would protect me forever?"

Rifan greeted my little finger with a sweet smile that never turned sweet to this day.

"Promise." We laughed together.

Still in my daydream suddenly my phone rang.

SERIATE...

Thank you for reading episode 1 "Loving the Lost"