LOVE THE LOST

MUSIC SCHOOLS IN SWITZERLAND

There are some things that remain beautiful in view without having to be always in the hand.

-Rifan-

***

I could be considered a madman if I went home with my own smiles like this, remembering the small conversations with Zidan in the park just now, making me even more unable to hold back the look on the face of my friend.

I went home in time, a few moments later the Azan Maghrib reverberated, I immediately set foot towards the dining table.

"So afternoon Rifan came here lo nduk" while holding rice on my plate.

"Well, is it Mom? you keep saying Nida went to see Zidan? he's not angry, is he?" I was a little worried.

"Anu? Mom wasn't too shady. Rifan Mah's people just sit on the front porch and go straight home."

I flinched and immediately ran towards the room leaving mother at the dining table. I reached for the phone that was still in the slingbag I was wearing this afternoon. Sitting next to the bed frame and focusing on the phone screen, the name on the whatsapp contact "Rifan".

"How can I forget, you sled!"

Today is Rifan's final piano test schedule. The day that determines the scholarship of his music education, the day that Rifan was chosen or not to continue his music education in Switzerland.

I'd be crazy to miss Rifan's most important thing on this one. It was a long time ago that I promised to accompany her.

Rifan really likes music, the last two years he was very focused on training his piano playing skills. Rifan was eager to continue the ideals of his late mother who wanted to become a pianist. But unfortunately, his mother and father accident on the way home from out of town.

Living only together with his grandmother, makes Rifan very pursuing a scholarship. Although his grandmother was still relatively able to meet the needs of his favorite grandson, still the pretentious man always wanted to be able to make his own money and not bother his grandmother anymore.

"How's this? this time my friendship with Rifan seemed to be completely over." patted on the forehead.

Rang...

"Stupid you Rainida saqeena. At this hour Rifan prayers maghrib used to be usual." I said annoyed while slamming hp into place.

"Nduk... What's wrong? when Maghrib is coming, you haven't had a drink, "mother called me from the dinner table.

I came out of the room with a listless face half wanting to cry.

"Mom, why don't you take Nida? today Rifan les is the last determination of his music education scholarship in Switzerland." I complained to my mother.

The tear fell, I did not care about the liquid that was slowly soaking my cheek.

"Once, break the fast first. Later try to call Rifan again yes, I'm not sure if he's angry."

***

Refane: Woy soyplak! why call magrib-magrib like this? not praying lo? dihmenan same satan there! hahaha.

"Huhhhhh"

I took a long, very long breath. Good thing this guy's not obviously not mad at me, though,

"Well, I think you're angry" I said, calling Rifan.

Rifan did not reply, only a small laugh I heard.

"Da, we don't have much time, I..."

"Why? Fan, I swear to God I did not intentionally forget your schedule this afternoon. I know this is an important moment for you, I also know I must have made you disappointed, sorry well sorry dong please, I promise to practice chicken noodles as much as possible in the campus cafeteria for a month tomorrow, promise! "

"Da, you want me not promise when I was a kid you almost allotted from the top of the tree house?"

"Do you want to joke?"

"What target is it? answer me too!"

"Yes inget, your face is very ugly at that time seriously dehahahaha rich nahan kebelet."

"That's because you're heavy Da,"

"Da, I can't make a promise to protect you forever, but I can still make another promise, I'll be your best friend forever."

"Lo what the fuck is that talking? don't understand."

"I'm not here for another month to go to Switzerland."

"Joking is not funny Fan, you are still a thesis in front of you we will graduate together, dih, ngaco!"

"Gue really wants to go straight to the story to lo earlier, not through this phone. But yeah, it's okay, too. We continue to talk tomorrow, yes, I want to be clean first, dahhh!"

I fell silent with the cellphone I was still sticking to my earlobe. I'm happy, very happy at last what Rifan has dreamed will come true. But should it be this fast, am I ready to lose my place? we have never been apart for more than a month. This is also because Rifan leaves every year.

However, I realized that we would soon be separated because my S2 plans to go to Malaysia while Rifan who is always persistent to continue his music school.

***

The campus library.

"Woy! yes, Miss Lecturer, seriously very learned." shock Rifan from the back who immediately sat next to me.

"Iiih surprised dong ugly." I said irritatedly as I hammered his left arm with a thick calculus book several times

"Shutttt, in the library can't be noisy!" by pointing her index finger right in front of my lips.

"Iiiiiiii, rasainnnn." as a form of revenge, I immediately bit his index finger.

"Sakittt ouch, crazy girl!" rifan's response was upset while shaking his index finger.

I laughed with satisfaction, now we are both the center of attention of the library visitors because it has made a fanfare.

"Date don't be here any time!" spray Hanum who has been cynical with some friends who are also reading books.

"Sorry has made a fuss, happy reading all" I said feeling guilty.

With his leisure, Rifan was still busy taking care of his unlucky index finger which caused a commotion earlier.

"Do you have no guilt?" while shaking Rifan's forehead.

"Kan lo is making a fuss." replied Rifan with sotoy.

"As far as I'm concerned, anyways mit amit has been said we are rich people dating."

"Well, who now has a real boyfriend. I'm all right, it's number 1257 in your life." said Rifan, I know the direction of this conversation.

I was stunned, immediately remembered our conversation via phone last night after Maghrib.

"Who has suddenly thought about it, Da we just cement, when you want to do me, gabby Da. sina! "

"Fan, you lied about your music education? if there is not another month you leave, will you leave there? just how much fasting today. "manyaku seriously as if not joking Rifan.

"This is my index pain, look there's a jigong lo nempel again, really slob."

"Jawab or am I going?"

"Eits, yes I answered. Kalem! selow is rich on the island! "

"Yes, how the procedure is done, have permission to the grandmother well and grandmother ngasi permission."

"Some of it now exists... "

"Lo Zidan has a different position. You have your own space in my life and I haven't dated Zidan"

"Alhamdulillah."

"Kok thank God? "

"Yes, thank goodness we don't share Zidan's room. We can fight boxing later and thankfully if we can not go out with him ahahaha.not not kidding.up to you si, we are also both adults, we are also both adults, I have to deal with your feelings, right?"

"Not to divert the conversation, it's not important to know! later if I want to tell a story, you have to call everything? you must be busy, right? maybe you won't want to be in the same position as me,"

"Yeah Da, you think that's as low as our friendship level? it's only two years, you will also take S2, yes later if there is a plan to marry or not you who marry Jidan eh Zidan lo it, news aja. I work with all the strength of the body and soul to be able to return to Indonesia, ngasi during all the free meal."

"But... "

"Haii, can you please not? " greet Zidan who suddenly surprised my conversation with Rifan.

"Eh can.. can, just sit down bro! anuu Da, I want to see Doni first! he asked to meet with the lecturer, want guidance. Okay bro, I'm ahead yeah, daaaah" Rifan as if he didn't want to linger seeing Zidan and immediately left us both.

SERIATE...

Thank you for reading episode 3 "Loving the Lost"