LOVE THE LOST

FAVORITE MEATBALLS

Finding the best reason to leave is difficult that has no solution for feelings that get no reply.

-Rifan-

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“Kok can si ya Allah.. feeling all this time Hanum never seemed to have the same problem lo,” said Rifan while helping me stand up.

“Ya do not know, indeed from the first will like to crash aja he mah,” replied me origin.

I went back to cleaning myself, sitting on the front of the campus corridor, near the parking lot. Looking at the clothes I was wearing soaking wet, Rifan took off his jacket.

“Well wear my jacket, ntar cold die I am bothered dah.”

“That tag is iklas donggg! pake nyubahin all ihh, ”

Given the fast breaking time that is not long. Rifan invited me to break my fast at our favorite meatball place since Junior High.

“Pinjem hp dong, want to wa mom home late ni.”

“Password!”

“Hah? what is not funny, do not joke already want this maghrib.”

“Ya already do not need.” he said on the motor while reinserting his cellphone into the pants pocket.

“Funny, kind and not arrogant and diligent saving, pinjem hp mahal lo dong, important ni, plissss?”

“Nah so dong, just use as much.”

Fortunately need, if not isss not very thoughtful.

My gertutuku was upset with Rifan's attitude, always jokingly not knowing the place and time.

We walked towards the motor park, I chose to wait at the campus gate. While waiting for Rifan to take out his motorbike, I told mom that I would be home late using Rifan's phone, because my phone was completely out of battery.

Rifan: Mom, this is Nida. Nida came home late like Mom, want to break the fast in the usual meatball place with Rifan, is it okay Mom?

Ibuk Hanna: Yes what, do not eat a lot of side dishes at home no one runs out of this. After opening straight home yes, sayin to Rifan.

“Udah says Mom?”

“Udah.”

Rifan took the bike slowly, as if knowing that I was not okay.

We kept quiet, there was no chatter as usual. The distance between us was increasingly felt because no one dared to start a conversation.

Indeed, Rifan always kept his distance from me. In fact, it seems with all the women. Until I thought about how he got a girlfriend. But, I guess he's still a normal guy like any other guy in general. Instead of telling stories about women who are liked, the next day most have been stabbed by others. It's sad, it's actually not that different from me. We just feel lucky and always defend ourselves.

“Dreamy slovenly ya lo smile-smile yourself?” reprimand Rifan while glancing at the rearview mirror.

“Enak ajaaa!” I replied irritatedly while hitting the helmet on the back until a sound was heard.

Plakkk

“Gue it yes thought, in Indonesia aja awe-cewe her beautiful standard, aurat still pretty not anywhere, not anywhere, continue to be the same language that you understand and you use every day aja lo can not dapet girlfriend, especially in Switzerland? hahaha very cute lo just realized I am.”

“Eh pentol meatballs dengerin nih ye, besides a Rifandi ahmad there to pursue the ideals. I'm a guy, I've been thinking about it for a long time. If you make a smile keep the boyfriends doang ah males. If you already have a lot of new savings do not need a girlfriend-direct marriage just so that you can kelonan every day without fear of sin hahaha,” replied Rifan half yelled back because his lips were covered with a helmet.

“Style lo, your brain is generated. Sok-sok an ngatain me who thinks jorok know elo the perverted brain."

“Dilangin also, lo tu do not just choose. If you choose wrong, it will be money for life. In addition to me who according to you the most perfect guy, yes at least one in a thousand nemuinnya so rare.”

“Pede crazy! ngeremehin my taste lo?”

“Gue also seneng deh if you have found someone who can take care of you besides me Da,”

I heard Rifan say, I know what he meant. His departure plan was indeed a horror topic to discuss. When I began to feel happy because my feelings were avenged by Zidan, at the same time I had to separate from the person who was always beside me, always a place for my complaints. A day not to meet can be careless because it gathers itself in the heart. Especially two years?

“Woy! daydreaming of hobbies, already nyampe ni want on the motor until teraweh lo?”

After arriving at Pak Hardi meatballs, yes his name is Pak Hardi, the phenomenal meatballs of all time. From me and Rifan to buy meatballs on a bicycle, wearing t-shirts, knee-length pants until now we began to grow up, Mr. Hardi did not change much. Now the benches and tables around the meatball cart only are increasing.

“Wah try to see who comes, who likes meatballs two portions pay half thisiii,” shouted pak hardi who was stirring meatballs behind his cart.

“Syuttt! don't pince dong sir, again this rame. Yeselah pak Hardi mah, it was the school era,” denied Rifan while approaching Pak Hardi meatballs cart.

“Emang now no?” I was wondering while putting the bag on the table closest to the meatball cart.

“Yaaa, still ahhahaha. Sir, regular kayak yaa,”

“Each den ngialss,”

While waiting for the meatball queue and waiting for the Maghrib azaan I took off Rifan's jacket. I think the clothes I'm wearing are getting dry in the wind.

Seeing the cool Rifan chatting with Mr. Hardi restored the memory in my head, recalling the many sweet and silly memories in this place. We used to run out of pocket money because buying toys was not important. Afraid to ask for more pocket money, we decided to go for a joint purchase of meatballs and I always left only one meatball for Rifan and five more peaceful sentosa into my stomach. Consider it break even, though, I really like spicy since childhood because Rifan does not like spicy and I have to eat a bowl together with him of course must be on condition that I can eat five of the six meatballs served by Mr. Hardi.

Fucking women! Haha.

Mr. Hardi who is busy making orders for other buyers has not had time to present orders for us. Instead of waiting for a long time, Rifan decided to bring two bowls of jumbo-size meatballs with his own two hands very carefully. He had indeed been waiting near the meatball cart since from the first get off the motor.

“Taraaaaaa! I swear I really did like Pak Hardi Da” Rifan put two bowls of meatballs on the table with an excited shout.

“Aduhhhh, droolingrrr Fan.” timpalku while inhaling steam from a meatball bowl in front of me.

Azan maghrib. We started breaking the fast by sipping a glass of sweet iced tea. Mr. Hardi who seemed to be almost finished serving the buyers chose to break his fast at the table where Rifan and I were sitting. I saw the sweat on his forehead, his face full of sincerity also looks hardworking, the children of Mr. Hardi must be proud of him.

“Alhamdulillah still packed sustenance to break the fast, by the way yes if you guys are fooled lo”

“Aduhhh sir so please let my appetite ni Pak.” Rifan replied with an expression as if annoyed.

“Apanya that does not taste bambang, people live so.” firmly me while pointing slippery bowl using a fork.

Rifan only laughed miserably while spooning the last meatballs into his mouth.

“Den Rifan is handsome, dashing again nak Nida is beautiful, cute, if said young people today mah what ya wire eh kawaiiii.” said Pak Hardi while putting both index fingers on his cheeks.

“Wihhh pak Hardi gaul pisannn ey, this new really agree a million percent Nida pak.” I replied astonished while giving two thumbs up.

“Kawai what's si?”

“I'm cutezzzzzzz, isn't that Mr Hardi?”

We dissolved in laughter, coupled with Rifan's expression as if he wanted to spit out all his entrails after Pak Hardi's confession about my faith.

The night was getting closer, after finishing spending a bowl of meatballs, we also bid farewell with Pak Hardi. He also seems to be packing up to go home soon. Rifan drove me home to the front of the fence.

“Nih helmet, btw thanks already nolongin and nraktirin. Ngaku dehhh you are the only one hero’s after the same mother of the late father.” said I half want to cry.

“Gue knows why Hanum got to lo, " said Rifan while putting the helmet I had put on the back seat.

"It's because he didn't accept lo deket same Zidan right? I see it all, when Zidan clarified your relationship in the library earlier, I really should not say congratulations on your new status? ah, don't you do it, right? yes, go in there! abis magribnya. Greetings to Mother." while turning on the motor.

"By the way, that was I did not nraktir lo, I itung lo owed hahaha daaah assalamualaikum!”

Rifan left me who was still staring in front of the fence. The sound of the motor is getting more faint I hear.

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