LOVE THE LOST
AFTER RIFAN LEFT
Everything is still foreign, even in the crowd I do not feel noisy. Lookie! How we are distant, but your presence always fills the head.
***
"It happened a week ago, Nida was in a hurry following Rifan to the airport. Qodarullah Ibuk also forgot that day Rifan departed."
"I don't know what to say Buk! I swear I don't know if it happened to be gini, I'm sorry Buk! "
"Oh, shouldn't Nida continue her studies?" lily asked half in persuasion.
Ms. Hanna did not answer Lily's question, her gaze seemed far away. Her eyes have been in a bath of water that is ready to spill over her cheeks.
"Son Lily all the decisions are in Nida's hands." replied Ms. Hanna.
"Look! can I talk to Nida? "
Doni asked for permission to speak to Nida.
Pan, Nida accident she's blind now ! I absolutely love Nida Gini. Maap, not yet I can not keep your heart adoration.
Leaving Lily and Bu Hanna in the living room whose position was directly directed to Nida's room, Doni knelt in front of the wheelchair where Nida was sitting.
"Daa." said Doni very slowly.
Nida's gaze was still empty towards the outside of the window.
"Nida." this time with a slight slap on Nida's knee.
Nida flinched and her eyes tried to find the direction of the sound source.
"Ly, is that lo Ly? "
His hands are still trying to feel whatever is around to ensure the existence of someone.
"It's not Da, it's me Doni."
His eyes no longer looked for the direction of the source of the sound, his hands were pulled into his lap.
There was a puddle of water at the end of his eyes.
They kept quiet for a long time.
"Da, I'm sorry... "
"No need to apologize Don is not wrong lo. " replied Nida briefly.
"Lo can get out of my room."
"But Da, I have to talk about this... "
"No need! "
"Da, I could die standing butchered Ipan if... "
"Go!" nida's commandment that no longer held back her cries.
"Okay I'm gone but after you heard me say! " half snarl.
Nida did not answer.
"Da, Rifan loves you! more than just friends."
"Don't tell Rifan Don, please!" nida replied, starting to respond to Doni.
"Gue can be nebak if in fact you also already know how Rifan really feels."
"For that plis don't let me know Rifan I beg very Don, I beg you!"
Nida was really begging Doni to hide this from Rifan. Rifan should not know Nida's current condition.
Doni just silently stared fixedly at the sad face that holds a million wounds belonging to Nida. Only able to mutter in the heart
Why does fate make you like this? why does God have to make you blind? why is it so hard for you Pan to just express your feelings? if it's not too late, it won't happen! I don't know what Pan I should be?
***
Being unable to see Nida will be more pleasant in solitude and solitude.
After Doni and Lily return home, Nida asks her mother to help her retrieve the ablution given the time ashar has come.
"Your mother..."
"Dear, what's wrong? "
"I'm sorry it's always so hard for me."
The two hugged with tears spilling over the face they were still wearing.
Fan, I can only pray that soon God will realize all your dreams, always maintain your health there, keep all the bad things that want to approach you. Better like this Fan, we can no longer be what we used to be. Always be happy without me.
After your departure, I am still trying to live well, at least I always want to hear the strains of your piano even though I am no longer able to see.
***
Rifan just finished the evening class. He returned to the housing on foot remembering the housing that was not far away while remembering the new notes that were obtained at the class meeting.
Living together with various people from around the world makes Rifan so a little more accustomed to using various languages.
Who would have thought Rifan was always the center of attention of his new female friends there. How not, his tall body is sturdy, his face posture is not bored in view also how to play his charming piano is always successful to make those who see him fall in love.
But that is how a Rifandi Ahmad, the gift that God gives to his physical is inversely proportional to his mental in the matter of approaching women. Either way because Rifan only knows one woman in his life, which now even Rifan does not know how things are in Indonesia there.
Novia, originally from Germany but fluent in Indonesian because her father is east Javanese and had long lived in Indonesia.
"Fandi Haii!" sapa Novia when it almost reached the housing of Rifan's residence.
The name Rifan is more popular with the call Fandi there.
"Eh hi, mmm... " Rifan was still trying to recognize the woman who greeted him.
"Paul... Novia, it sucks that you forgot my name! "
"Aaa i see, sory Nov! you live here too? "
"Yes, I often see you, you're the only one who doesn't know I live here, right there!" pointing at the house with the number 29.
"Too often joke the same bule-bule land crocodile in the house so not too ngeh the same around hehe, sory once again Nov! "
"Yes it's okay! let's go home together! "
They walked past the crowded houses whose lights were brightly lit. They exchange stories about everything that can be told.
Rifan's insensitivity makes one big mistake that he will face.
Although not intending to give hope, in fact Rifan always be kind and polite to anyone. It makes Novia fall in love with Rifan even from first sight.
Accustomed to men who are rude and tend to like cheating, Novia like finding the best figure in Rifan. Things that Novia never met in her ex-daughters.
"OK on up, byeee... "
Novi brought his face closer to Rifan's cheek.
"Eehh... What do you want Nov? "
"Why? it's natural for people to do this, isn't it?"
"But sory I can't. See u Nov, bye! " said Rifan left Novia.
Rifan's attitude that refused only to be kissed Novia increasingly made Novia interested in him. For Novia it may be ordinary but different from Rifan.
"Da actually said you I was really cute it turns out, girl here maen nyosor aja, fortunately I am strong faith ahahha where beautiful again Da Daa!" muttered Rifan softly while putting both hands on the jacket pocket then continuing his steps.
SERIATE...
Thank you for reading episode 13 "Loving the Lost"
