My girlfriend, my daughter-in-law (Mantu becomes sister-in-law)

I miss you

God, help me

Give him back

Into my arms

Because I can't

Substitute himself

I admit, I honestly can't

I really can't

And I'm living it all

Love besides you

But nothing is the same

A thousand ways I've been

'I'm forgetting you

But not capable

POV Nature

The song "Honestly I can't" by Pasto ran from my car radio. This song is deliberately requested through my favorite radio. Representing my current feelings, the feeling of being upset in various problems. The feelings of a man who is in an LDR relationship with a young woman. The feeling of longing.

Na, why don't you ever pick up my phone.

That's how busy your college is, you know, Na. I would love to hear your voice. I need your head to rest on my shoulder for a bit.

Right now, I am having a hard day. The company is in a mess, Alena has been a few days there is no news, even though the office files he holds a lot, stupidly I entrust it too much. And that very day, the figure that made the Gita suffer appeared. It was as if there was an unfinished plan. What should I do, Na?

I stared at a picture perched on my car hanger. A photo of a woman who was holding a princess just my way. I looked at myself in the car window, my age was not young anymore. I'm 32 years old. It's old, isn't it? Ever since my love adventure chased the Gita 4 years ago. Since the minefield accident that hit me and Gita 12 years ago. Since then I have been faced with the new life my mother gave me.

My real name is Ronal Wassalam. But because of my disappointment with the mother who left me for the sake of marrying Papa Bobby. I asked my uncle to change my name to Wassalam, or they used to call me Alam. Until I was in high school, I still used that name.

Zreeeeet Zreeeeet

"Hallo, Assalamualaikum, War?"

"Waalaikumsalam, Lam."

"What's wrong?"

"This, Lam. I already got the ticket, ahead of valentine like a lot that rose in price. If it's under a million there's around the 20s."

"War, if your 20s isn't Valentine's name anymore."

"Oh, you're like ABG's son, Lam. Pake Valentine's all."

"Must be adjusted to the age of the couple, War."

"Yes .... Aye ... So what date's it, Lam?"

"The 12th."

"Okay, heuuuh."

I laughed at Edwar's complaint. He would have given me a lecture of holy verses when he knew I wanted to celebrate Valentine. A few months ago I saw Edwar active in a study of the Ustad adi lifeat. This is a great advancement for Edwar. The figure that I used to know urackan, likes to hook up, even he was once entangled in the world of drugs. I heard of his conversion journey after the accident that befell us (me and Gita). Since being expelled from Edwar's school in rehab for drug addiction problems. I also heard from Siti, that Edwar changed a lot after studying religion with the famous Ustad Hadi in our village.

As I see it now. Edwar was now closer to God.

The car stopped at a small house. With a large yard. Some of the children greeted me with their cheerful laughter.

"Oma, there's Ronal." A child calls the owner of the house.

Yes, the house labeled "RAMADHAN STOPOVER HOUSE" is maintained even though it is only taken care of by middle-aged women. He is Oma Ilham, the parent of om Pram. The house is located in the Cibubur area away from the urban hustle and bustle.

I didn't just come by. A few years ago I was invited by Keisya to this place. My arrival was a vow to share with the children there. As my gratitude for Shasa passing through the opnamenya period.

"Well, what dream last night saw you play here." Oma said as she greeted me with her warm embrace.

"Dream of a riding prince, Oma." My heart while laughing.

Oma pinched my stomach "Oma is old. Where's the riding prince coming by."

"There's an oma, but white hair." My chuckles.

"Oma where you're going, just call me. Nature will be ready whenever Oma wants." My bargain.

"Thank you, Ronal. Ah, if there's still Keisya, maybe you've given me a great-granddaughter."

"Sorry, Oma if I make Oma remember Keisya."

"No papa, Ronal. Oma knew the heart could not be forced. Keisya got used to everything he wanted to have to get. That's why he's like that."

I just feel bad. Because I decided our arranged marriage while being in this Shelter House, I was already tired because of Keisya's arrogant nature. Especially when I heard that Gita and Ilham had broken up. That chance I'll use to get back with Gita.

"Ronal, let's eat together. Oma's been cooking special, huh." Take Oma who broke my daydream.

We also sat at the table made of teak. Everything in this house hasn't changed since I first got here. The furniture and accents of Dutch heritage houses have not changed at all. Someday I'd like to bring Ina here.

Ah, Ina when did you finish college? Why it feels so long.

I missed you, Na.

Clique

POV Ina

I walked to the classroom. In the first few days of studying here I did not have many friends. Only Salimah or commonly called Imah, the Indonesian girl I know. It's also just that, not too familiar. There's a good one called Takeru Okada. These few days only he wants to be truly friends with me.

After college, I plan to go straight to the apartment. Putting myself in the room while listening to some romantic songs that I have. But a stifled step when a figure called out to me.

"Ina."

I turned. Takeru seemed to be running towards me.

"'Yes, brother."

"You have no show today?"

I shook my head because of the fact that I didn't have any schedule.

"You're coming with me, huh?"

"Where?"

"Just come with me."

Without further ado Takeru took me to a place. It was a small park not far from the campus. We sat there, the place was not touched by the snow.

"Why bring me here?" Ask wonder.

"Karina"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"You want to be my partner at my dad's prom night company."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because there's a heart that I'm guarding"

"We're just a couple in front of my papa. That's it, please."

"Sorry, Brother Takeru. I didn't go to college here to find a partner. I want to go to school, learn the right things so as not to disappoint my family."

"Please, Karina help me. That let me believe that I have a partner."

"Why is that so ...?" I wonder he was so hard on me.

"Because of me .."

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