My God Wants Him

Longs

Longs...

A word that is easy to say

yet heavy felt

Longs...

A taste that has not been channeled

because there are limitations

Longs...

Will it destroy every person who is affected by it?

Will it take a condition to cure it?

If so, then the meeting will be the best solution for everyone who feels

A week had passed since Aini entered the new school, but only once did Baim see her participate in the routine lectures held after Maghrib at their village mosque.

Today it feels like Baim met the little girl to treat the longing that is rising, evoke all the emotions of self that is restrained by the taste, even if only see the sweet face of the little girl of his puja.

"Why bang? Like ironing, the pacing does not stop!" reprimand Fahmi when he sees Baim walking back and forth in front of his room.

"Have gone there! Just disturb!" ketus Baim's.

"Selow only time! It's also leaving...." Fahmi walks towards the kitchen leaving Baim alone in front of his room.

Baim paused for a moment. "I have to find a reason for what, so I can go to Aini's house?" muttered.

"Jeez, 'cause Aini's apparently!" fahmi from behind the wall. It turned out that he didn't really leave, still peeking at Baim from the parlour divider before heading for the kitchen.

"I bought fruit every time, take it to his house."

"Eh, no .. no. .., no one is sick, pack all the fruits!"

"I'd better take umi's cooking...."

Baim thought back about his previous idea. "Bored also if that reason-it continues, so what dong huh?"

Baim was so frustrated at what reason was suitable for him to meet his little girl. He finally decided to go into the room and planned to contact the girl via mobile phone.

Just about to press the green button to contact the girl, suddenly the flat object in her hand was already ringing violently. Baim was surprised.

"Astaghfirullah, just be surprised!" inner Baim.

"Little Girl," he said when he saw the cellphone screen was marked with the name of his girl. Baim immediately answered the call.

Aini : Assalamu'alaikum....

Baim: Wa'alaikumsalam, what's the deck? Tumben call brother?

Aini: Hmm.there need a little...

Baim : Say it, don't worry

Aini: Aini, there is a task. Keep needing a laptop to work on it, do you have a laptop?

Baim.: Oh, laptop. Any... when to wear it?

Aini: If you can now, but...

Baim: But what?

Aini: But all you teach, it is not pande how to use it

Baim: Oh that, it's easy. Ready brother ngajarin adek old sampe

Aini: What do you mean?

Baim : Uh, no. Just kidding. Yes already, this brother immediately to the adek house huh

Aini: Okay, in wait

Baim: Okay, Assalamu'alaikum..

Aini: Wa'alaikumsalam

As a proverb, the shoots in ulam love arrived, that is what Baim has in mind today. All day thinking of a way to meet the girl, but by itself the little girl asked him to come to her house. What an unexpected thing.

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"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Enter the bang," said Aini who was seen coming out of the door of his house.

Baim did not waste the opportunity, he immediately entered the minimalist Aini house. His heart was now beating fast, even he himself had difficulty regulating his breath like running a marathon. Though only seeing the face of the girl, but she felt very happy because her longing could now be treated.

"Just a minute, bang. Aini get a drink first," said Aini to the man.

Baim still did not budge, even his head felt heavy he moved just to say Aini. Baim is really crazy to make the little girl, or he is indeed a better man when he feels in love. I don't know .....

"Drink first, bang." Aini had returned from the kitchen with two glasses of tea for her and Baim, not forgetting the dry bread was also in the tray she was carrying.

"Later, deck. We better focus on the task adek first" said Baim.

"Alright ...," replied Aini.

"So, what kind of task would you like to do?" baim asked while opening the laptop he had removed from the bag.

"This, bang. The word teacher, asked to type with the left-right average, the letter size 12 and bla bla bla ...." Aini at length explained her duties to Baim, although the man himself was more focused on seeing Aini's face than on hearing her words.

"dude? can we start?" aini asked when she saw Baim did not respond.

"Ehmm. yeah, I can. Just a minute." Baim immediately opened the word processing application that was on his laptop and gave the object to Aini's hand. "Here, deck. Just type in his task. Later after finishing we set the margin, font size and others.

Aini began typing her task, while Baim watched from beside her. Ema's mother was not seen at home at the time, probably going to grandma's house to take care of the sick grandmother. Aini's two sisters are also seen outside the house playing with their friend and Aini's father is still not home from work.

"Drink first, bang. Instead of daydreaming, ntar kesambet you know," said Aini as his fingers wriggled on the laptop in his lap.

Baim seemed to be scratching his head which was not itchy. It seemed that he was misbehaving because he was caught looking at Aini. "I. yes, the deck" he answered, then he sipped a little warm tea that Aini had served.

"Bang, what the hell is this? How did the letters turn out to be all big?" ask Aini. He does not really understand about the word processing applications on laptops.

"Oh, this is all that's on tap. Then everything will return to normal" Baim said as he pressed the caps lock button from his laptop keyboard.

Aini nodded in understanding. He continued to re-take a little new task he did. For so long he typed word for word on the laptop keyboard, making Baim impatient and wanting to help him.

"Here, deck, let your brother type it" Baim said, offering help.

"From the cake, not very sensitive," Aini's mind. He was hoping that Baim would type the task, but instead the man gave his laptop to Aini.

"It's okay, bang. Let Aini do it, this is Aini's job" said the little girl refused Baim's help. Women are sometimes difficult to understand, hoping for one thing, but when it comes to him, he refuses instead. It seems that men must be more patient in dealing with this one woman's nature.

"Oh, yes already," replied Baim innocently.

"No, he's insensitive! Not keep persuading me to help me, even in saying oh doang!" grouse Aini.

Sure enough, Aini's words that had just been thrown in fact did not match what he had in mind. But unfortunately, ordinary men always use logic and according to facts. When Aini refused Baim's help, Baim clearly thought that Aini really wanted to do her own job. Though Aini felt prestige if she had to quickly accept Baim's help, afraid of being discovered if she really hoped to be helped by the man, she said, so he deliberately refused first and hoped that Baim would urge him to provide help.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat...."

"Wa'alaikumsalam" said Baim and Aini together.

Ema's mother is seen entering the house with dirty clothes in her hands. Looks like it's grandma's shirt that mom's going to wash tomorrow.

"Eh, there's Baim's boy. It's been a long time?" I asked the man sitting next to the first child.

"It hasn't been so long, ma'am," Baim replied.

"Yes, continue your business. I'm going to the kitchen first." Mom immediately went to the kitchen because she wanted to make tea soon, because Broto's father would soon be home.

"Daddy, really don't want to be helped?" ask Baim again.

"Finally ..repeated the words I've been waiting for," Aini's inner.

"May, bang." The girl immediately handed him the rectangular object in her hand, before Baim changed his mind, or rather before Aini's prestige took over again.

Baim smiled happily because now the girl was willing to accept his help. He didn't know that Aini was expecting that from earlier. All women are unique, sometimes what they say is not necessarily in line with their thoughts. Maybe this is one reason if until now the mystery of the word 'whatever' from the mouth of a woman has not been solved, because the word has millions of meanings.

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