LOVE THE LOST

FALL IN LOVE

Causes love happiness in taste. Is it really love? not just amazed?

- Rainida

***

Seeing my phone screen get whatsapp notification from Zidan, subconsciously making my heart flutter a little, there was a knot of timid smile at the end of my lips.

"Good sleep, Nida" he said.

How could? and why is Zidan always acting like this? it's been almost the last two months that he's been in intense contact with me. In fact, a little bit I'm sure he already knew that I had a crush on him a long time ago. Is this a sign, she also has the same feelings as me? I don't know what's in my head.

I lay my body on the bed. Grasping tightly the phone from earlier was actually I was very ready to reply to the message from Zidan, but my heart was too happy. Until the ceiling of my room looked beautiful, it was like seeing Hyun Bin smiling at me.

"Well, do you sleep online?"

With a big smile I returned a message from Zidan.

"Yet, you?"

"Yes not yet, if you have slept continuously who dong wa you are?hehe Nida, can I have something?"

Whahuh? what would Zidan ask? Really, this time my heart was pounding very fast.

"May, it's just."

"Tomorrow afternoon there is a lecture? can we meet you at the park? wait for the break."

DUARRR.

It was no longer the thump I felt in my chest, the pleasure exploded. I even had trouble remembering what happened just before I was chatting with Zidan.

How should I respond to Zidan's call? where I might have rejected it, just passing by yesterday made me think of Zidan before going to bed at night.

Since Junior High I no longer dare to date because I was very disappointed, who would have thought the first semester of college I fell back in love at first sight. Although I was able to hide for a long time, but I have to admit I have quite a great feeling this time to Zidan. Lost arising indeed, but so passed by or just see it, even though from a distance really I was always fascinated made.

I'd love to reply to Zidan's message with yes, I want it, crazy gamau, really mauu Zidan.

I re-delete my message that seems excited not because of it, of course I have to sell a little expensive.

"Why all of a sudden?" I asked as if in wonder, covering up the real excitement.

"I want to talk a lot." Zidan replied.

"Okay, end of Ashar prayers yes Zidan."

You can reply to a message by calling Zidan. It could be, Zidan thought that I was a paper and really had feelings for him. Duh, everything is out of my control.

Wait a minute, because I'm so glad I almost forgot something.

How to get permission from mom. I scrunched my forehead and propped my chin with the phone still in my grasp, while thinking about what reason I would be suitable to use to meet Zidan tomorrow afternoon.

Is that me? why are you still afraid to tell the figure of the man I like. Aren't I a kid anymore? Isn't this natural? especially next year I will soon finish college and will soon enter the workforce, I should have thought about and planned some things related to the future is no exception about who will be my life companion in the future. I should have gotten used to talking about things like this with my mom.

Why only to Rifan I feel comfortable throwing my sigh. Wh why?

"To ask yourself won't find Nida's answer!" my grumbling itself.

Try how can I want to ask Rifan's opinion, obviously I'm not okay with him. Especially if what I'm asking for is the Zidan thing.

"Hoummmmmh!"

My eyes began to feel a very heavy drowsiness, I pulled a thick blanket to cover the entire face until I slept.

***

Not so hot today, I have no class. Because the final semester of the course was not much. So you can stay at home, instill the thesis, while helping to clean up the house with your mother.

"Why mom? usually two o'clock." I replied a little surprised.

"Why are your expressions surprised? why indeed?"

Until when do I want this, I have to be frank with my mother. I tried to get brave.

"Mom, Zidan's meeting in the park later this afternoon."

DEGGG

How did my mother answer? Rifan must have told me a little bit about him. Even though mom never asked me about Zidan, she still knows the point

"Mother's son is an adult. You know what is good and what is bad about all the decisions you make. Mother does not mean that mother does not know and does not mean that she does not care." replied the mother while changing the tv channel, not how long the mother continued her words.

"Just I trust you so much, I know Nida won't just fall in love with someone, right? before taking an action, there are so many consequences that we have to think about, among the many consequences, think about which decisions will not hurt others."

I smiled in response to Mom's response. Almost all my decisions are always justified by him, as long as it is a positive thing of course. Mother was truly a woman who had no anger in her life, never seen her angry face, never showed her sadness and disappointment, never shared the sadness that she was feeling, she said, all I know is he's always fine. Although the economy of our family is classified as middle to upper middle and sufficient for all the needs of life, I am sure Mother must always try hard in front of me to hide all the sadness that He feels. Yes, my mother was a PNS, a teacher in elementary school.

I don't know, I can't imagine how to live without him. I am very, very loving.

***

After my Ashar prayer I folded and hung my face and prayer mat on the hanger behind the door. Walking towards the wardrobe, terbesit by me ootd like what would I wear?

It doesn't seem like an exaggeration to wear after a mocca-colored pliskirt, a long black cardigan and a pashmina that's a little younger than the skirt I'm about to wear.

Let's look at this suit in the large mirror that is located right to the right of my bed, I deliberately put the mirror the size of my body there so as not to turn my back on the light from the window.

"OK, not bad." I said while turning the body in front of the mirror.

Ting...

Whatsapp notifications.

"Da, I'm at the park. See you, wait for."

Getting Zidan's message, I immediately grabbed a black slingbag near the dresser.

"Mom... Nida walk first ya." kind of rushed out of the room and immediately kissed mother's hand.

"Well, don't you have a motor?" mother asked, following me to the front door.

"Udah pesen gojek kok bu, daah assalamualaikum."

"Vaalaikumussalam. Careful, son, don't come home late in the afternoon! breaking fast at home, right? "

"Iyaaa ma'am" I shouted that was already on the motorbike of the slowly speeding gojek pack.

***

The afternoon was so pleasant and soothing. The park was so crowded as if it was quiet, I only heard Zidan's voice.

"Hahaha... So how? so you took S2 in Malaysia? no wonder I, you rich pinter girl mah, who does not know the person with the highest ipk in our faculty for the last two semesters?" ask Zidan enthusiastically.

"So you invite me to meet just because I want to name my S2 plan?hahaha." I replied with a small laugh.

"Not really, you know the topic of conversation. Than me for your favorite food and drink? it's not really heavy."

We were late in a long conversation. I'm so happy to be able to chat this close to Zidan, whether that's the main purpose Zidan invites me to meet in the park, hopefully he's not playing tricks on me.

SERIATE...

Thank you for reading episode 2 "Loving the Lost"