My husband is not my first love

Heart Reunion

“Take care of yourself, do not get sick because your husband is not there.”

I smiled nodding then kissed her hand before stepping away. Back to my strict habitat with the nuances of competition. The smell of foreign-language thick books has been smelled from here. When I was not on the plane yet.

Before the invisible figure behind me took a look, giving a smile that meant more or less you could count on me.

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Footprints on the land of Bollywood my eyes narrowed at the waiting picker, one of whom was someone I knew very well. Not if he was busy when recently adjusted to this place until he still had time to follow the group of Indonesian student bonds, but I just kept my head down to remember and adjust to all my limits now.

“Happy to be together back here.” His brilliant smile was engraved, the purple shirt with his usual hair trimmed short neatly, the figure looked more relaxed. I didn't respond just focusing on luggage, even though the tail of the eye had seen it.

“You're one alma materkan?" An Indonesian student who has a promise to pick up a friendly hug, his name is Syakilah.

“Do not think of anything. Contracts, even some good used goods we have worked on.”

“Means, bike!” Andra at the wheel spoke. “You will need it,” he added.

"Thank you.” I mean it.

"My cousin's senses."

I looked at the girl I just met changing to the car controller. Why is it so coincidental.

What the village youth did chose this country, did he not know I was trying to stay away from someone who was living here. What is the news of my efforts to release his name that rests in the heart. I'm even worried about myself not being good enough to ignore it. Although I really also he certainly understands the limits, which I mean only about the heart. But not all danger begins with that lump of blood.

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The burning rays gave an incredible sultry feeling, daylight was at the top point when I was alone in a distant, unfamiliar place. It seems that the fight in this Hindi country will not be easy.

Staring at the ground below that looked arid, while my new dwelling was still strewn with clothes that had not been arranged.

“Assalamu’alaikum” beats heard severalapakali.

Walking towards the door I narrowed my eyes as I saw who was coming. One of them I've known since the airport, the other two haven't. The last thing I've known since far away. They come with hand-filled innately.

“You will need this .. ”

Andra and the other young men put on rolls of carpet and brownish wall wallpaper. He didn't even forget my favorite color. While his bright eyes scrutinized the room that some corner of the wall was full of scribbles with fading paint.

I shrugged my shoulders, the man on the other end asked for an explanation.

“They also did this when I just came, don't hesitate. One more thing I tell them you are not good at cooking, besides cooking in an unmade place certainly does not invite taste.” Hem, it's still the old Andra.

“This is Rio, Dini and Riri, the very end of which is certainly familiar.” Syakila introduced my new friends one by one following a nod from them.

“Let's start the war. Andar and Rio will install the carpet, wallpaper, fix the conci and others, while Ria in the room composes the clothes, Riri and I respectively in the kitchen and living room.” We compactly nodded in understanding with Syakila's instructions.

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“Do not hesitate to tell if it takes anything.” The plastic throw of old mineral water made me nod.

“Thank you guys ..” I haven't had time to continue the sentence when Rio cut.

“Not a line of ex-cannies?” we snorted and then giggled at the joke. I thought I'd be tired of tidying things up. Thank goodness being separated from our country of origin made us feel as happy as possible.

“We went home ..” Riri immediately stood up to reach the previously heavy rantang.

“Thank you ..” I stand with others.

“We will die of boredom if say it again.” Syakila smiled witfully.

"You know how much we miss Indomie." Rio's hanging a plastic to his bike.

“Kabari if there is anything, I mean about your stubbornness at all times do not get too sorted in this far country”

I bracelet the head with Andra's sentence, while the others look at each other before continuing their steps.

I drove up to the front watching them go hand in hand on each other's bikes until it was invisible.

Returning to the space I was going to live in for some time in the future looked very different, neater and spread cheerful energy.

I'll feel at home whispered to self-suggest, this is a good place to devour a lot of books. Those kids did a great thing to change my mood quickly.

I then squeezed my fingers, should have tried to reject what Andra would have done, for it would not have been good for my heart in the process of marginalizing it that was majestically enthroned there.