LOVE THE LOST

EARLY REGRETS

Better like this, seeing you happy with someone else isn't as bad as I thought it turned out to be.

-Rifan-

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"Nida, why are you standing there? maghribnya already want to end this nduk, ayok jamaah." Call Mom from the front door with the face already wearing.

I walked into the house.

"Didn't you pray here?"

"No, Mom, go to the prayer room first. Nida will be followed."

As if knowing that I was not answering many questions, Mom just smiled and closed the door.

The incident on campus with Hanum and Dini is not much I think about. It is precisely the shadow of two men who are very meaningful in my life now revolve in the contents of my head. The alternating faces of the two blew away my every focused effort.

"Why can it be gini? toh Rifan mah is just a friend but heavy gini feels." I said softly staring at the big mirror while removing the hijab.

"Aww..my chin is sore."

Should I have asked Zidan for clarity in the library earlier?

Ah no no no, want to say what you are Nida if it turns out that all Zidan did was to keep Hanum away and no longer bother you to study.

But almost everyone in the library heard it. If there is no further clarification what does it mean that it is indeed me and Zidan officially made?

"Daaa, come!" Mother called me with half a shout from the direction of the prayer room.

"Aaaa yes Ma!" hearing mother's scream, I rushed to take ablution.

***

"Assalamualaikumwarohmatullah's chat... "

Mom kissed my forehead after we shook hands after praying.

"Why again?" asked mom to look at me with a look so deep and full of worry.

"It's okay, ma'am, Nida's lecturer is very difficult to meet buk. So the sprains themselves are just as badmood and carry on." I answered dropping the head on the lap of this beautiful woman.

"Sister Endah wants to visit this week "smooth mother while stroking my head.

"Huh? in seriously? bring the kingpin Kinan dong, right, ma'am? "

"Here is the family, a week. "

"A week? asiiiickk."

Om Azlan and his wife Sis Endah just got married two years ago, they have been blessed with a cute girl who is now eight months old. They used to visit quite often, but after Endah gave birth and her husband rose through the ranks, this was the first time.

Her husband's work as a lecturer in Malaysia made Kak Endah a very busy housewife there.

As far as I know they do not want to have a babysitter or maid, even though the husband of Endah's sister is twisted. They also prefer to live in an apartment rather than a luxury house owned by Azlan's father.

Brother Endah is the biological brother of my father. UI graduate, intern at a large company father acquaintance in Malaysia then married to the person there. Although Azlan is native to Malaysia but he is well able to adapt to Indonesian language. It's lucky my dad's brother is that one.

Kruyukkk...

"Ehehe, ma'am, let's eat" while letting go of the face.

Because of the worms in my stomach that thrashed to be filled again, I chose to continue talking with my mother at the dinner table.

***

Nida: Fan, tenenin guidance dong tomorrow abis zuhur.

Rifan: I can't Da, I have to actually break the piano.

Nida: Broken? how can?

Rifan: His name is also an old piano, older than our age.

Nida: I want to go to your house tomorrow.

Rifan: What? he said he wanted guidance.

Nida: Want to sungkem first with your piano that is already as old as hahahaha.

Rifan: crispy criuk kriukkk very

Rifan: Yes here playing granny kangen tuu, I have an idea for revenge to Hanum same Dini.

Nida: Steady on the right, okay.

***

I decided to change the guidance schedule, I happen to be busy with my guidance lecturer.

So this afternoon I decided to go play to Rifan's house, after all I haven't played to his house for a week.

After saying goodbye to my mother, I drove on my favorite motorcycle. I named her vira, hehehe.

"Yahhh leaked here, where the workshop is quite far from here" I said annoyed while looking at the rear tire.

"Nida, why the bike?" ask someone in the car.

It turned out that the voice came from inside the car that Zidan was driving.

"Eh Zidan, i. yes hehe."

"I was going to the drug store ma'am, where are you going to ride in my car!"

"I want to go to Rifan's house."

"Rifan's house is up ahead, right? come on, let me tell the workshop guy to pick up your bike."

"No need to take that for you?"

"No, relax again, "

Zidan got out of his car. Opening the car door in front allowed me to sit next to him.

It feels so awkward. A few seconds in Zidan's car, I just focused on looking at the road ahead.

"Your house is here too Da? "

"Yes back there, it's different from Rifan's complex. How come you're from that pharmacy on the big street next to that alley? " let me try to find a topic of conversation.

"Yes, I'm a prank through here to not be jammed, people at this hour began to hunt takjil ni hehehe."

"Yes." Yeah."

Not yet clear where Zidan lives, I only know the large company owned by his family does stand very spacious and luxurious not far from elite housing near the campus.

Lately the name of Mr. Zainal effendi is busy in talking about the campus as one of the biggest investors in the past year. And more horrendous father Zainal effendi is the real father of Zidan.

Why have a crush on your conglomerate son Nida, you idiot.

"Nida, don't you mind what I said in the library?"

"Huh?"

Zidan looked at me more deeply, confirming the answer from the look on my face that had turned red for sure.

No need to ask, eh already discussed first. What do you want to answer!

"What objections?" I answered nervously while tightening the bross hook on the shoulder attached to my hijab.

"I like you Nida, I don't know when, but I can't stop thinking about you."

This is Zidan who tambet what I am in the distance ngayal.

"Sound..."

"What do you think?"

Thank God it is really just ngayal

Huhhhhh

"You said what was that ehehe I was keeping the same aaa. that's in front of the left turn of Zidan."

I tried to divert the conversation, looking back at the straight streets, seeing the road to Rifan's house getting closer.

"Makasi ya Zidan, really sorry ngerepotin nih."

"Nida wait!"

DEGGG

What else solihin, still not because of the heartbeat.

"I like you, Da."

Zidan's gaze still held my steps, even though Rifan's house was in sight. From the terrace of Rifan house alone may be clearly visible Zidan car.

Why should it be here? Is there nowhere else to say something like this?

I still have a thousand words. Locking the lips that are slowly starting to fade.

"You can answer it sometime Da, I go home first. My mother must have been waiting, hehe daaaah."

Seeing my response like that, Zidan probably knew that he would not get an answer at that moment. Zidan chose to go home considering his mother must have been waiting for the medicine that Zidan had bought from the pharmacy.

Zidan was so handsome that afternoon, wearing a black shirt with his arms rolled up to his elbows. Her own face that looked at me was full of meaning.

How is it possible not to like you too Zidan.

SERIATE...

Thank you for reading episode 6 of "Loving the Lost"