My Sacrifice is worthless

Last Meeting?

Time passes so fast

Tired of counting every second

There are times decorated like studded laughter

There were times when scratched wounds accompanied by tears Time continued to walk non-stop accompanying my every step

Without knowing where the move will end

***

The school entered its second semester. I have been here for almost a year as a student. I haven't been back to the village for 3 months. Not unwilling, but there is no time because there are many tasks both at school and at home.

Sunday afternoon, when I was enjoying mango rhyme with Lia. My phone rang, it was Fitri who called me.

"Hello, Assalamualaikum Sis," he said from across the street.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Yes Fit, what's up?" much

"Wednesday tomorrow, go home yuk?"

"You mean, go back to the village?"

"Yes yes, Brother. Where are you going? Got a village besides ours??" ask her while laughing.

Lia and I laughed at Fitri. "Yes time to go back and forth to the village of the future in-laws," I chanted.

"Ah You Brother. You're still in school, cook, do I want to go first? Still stinks," her mouth.

"Yes, yeah. What's going to happen to go home? Kangen?"

"Yes kangen, you haven't been home for a long time. Wednesday tomorrow there is an event in our village" said Fitri.

"Oh ... Yeah, I almost forgot. Here also rame kok open stall in the market kuala."

"Yes, I know. So, you want to go home?" ask again.

"I'm not off school, Fit?"

"Just go away, brother. A day, brother??" pecu.

"Yes, you skipped fit?"

"It's okay once in a while. Mr. Raden should not be told, the mustache will be longer" joked Fitri.

"You're Fit, Tok Bah heard you just knew the taste" I replied laughing.

"So not come home, brother? Long time answer? Why me??" rajuk Fitri's.

"Yes, yeah. I'm doing it, but I can't promise."

"OKAY. I wait, huh? Who knows this is the last time we'll see you, right?" replied Fitri laughing.

"By your way, Fit. It was a prayer, so say what's fine, "my murmur was upset.

"Yes, Miss Ustadzah. In my teaching. I came home Tuesday, so I stayed home one night, brother."

"Not mengamahin Fit, but reminded. Yes, how are you. You're good deket, am I? 2 Hours on public transport."

"Yes, I'm waiting for Wednesday. There is no reason not to come. Tell Lia to know our village."

"Yes, God willing. If Lia wants to, I'll take you with me" I replied.

"Yes. Assalamualaikum, Brother,"

"Guilipinam,"

Fitri hung up her phone. There was-there was that kid. Honestly, I don't like crowds very much. What else such a people's market, which is certainly human-titled will be there.

"Are you coming with Lia?" I asked Lia.

"Look at you later, Ta. I promise not" replied Lia.

"A lot of young leaves there. You like it," I said.

"Am I a goat like leaves??" rajuk Lia pouted.

"Are you, like a mango?"

"Why? Sweet ranum-ranum huh?" my many.

"God ... Asem!!!" lia replied as she ran away and laughed out loud.

***

Wednesday has arrived. I had to lie to Tok Bah and Nek Neng to get back to Fitri. Yes berampitnya to school which happens not to be a holiday, but forced to skip.

My bike was dropped off at the local library near the terminal. I happened to know the guard that day, so be safe. I took public transportation using school uniforms, because it would be cheaper only two thousand rupiahb for students. Pretty save the contents of a bag that is mediocre like the owner's face, eh??

2 Hours of travel without feeling. At 08:00 in the morning I arrived home. It turns out that Fitri and Nur have been waiting for my arrival with a typical sumringah smile of his. We talked and joked. I don't know how I feel, I feel Fitri looks more beautiful and spoiled in my eyes.

After lunch, Fitri invited me to go to the people's market for a while, because at 3 pm I must have reached Tok Bah's house. A little late no problem. I say goodbye to my mom, dad and grandma. Don't forget to give him a little money of my savings.

"Don't you, brother?" ask Fitri.

"No, Fit. Next time only. I'm not allowed to do the same Tok Bah. He'll be angry and suddenly I'm here" I explained.

"Yes. We go to the market first. After that we look for a motorcycle taxi to bring you forward," replied Fitri a little moody.

We also took a walk to see what traders were selling in the market. Most sell new clothes and used clothes, kitchen utensils and all accessories typical of young people. Nothing caught my attention, we just bought some snacks to accompany us. Tired of walking down that market street, I decided to go home soon. Fitri accompanied me to find an ojek, because in order to find a public vehicle I had to exit the village road for 5 km. Fitri forced me to take me by ojek, all the streets he said. I can only obey my brother's will.

Along the way, Fitri kept raving about the state of his workplace and the behavior of his father and grandmother. Yeah, they're still like that. Money and money. 15 minutes I arrived at the intersection of the village to wait for public transportation. Again Fitri did not want to go home first. He forced me to wait until a public vehicle arrived, he was going home. Fitri kept telling me anything, expressing his heart while holding my hand. Surprised, that was all I had in mind.

Public vehicles are visible from far away. Before I boarded the bus, Fitri hugged me very tightly. Like not wanting to part.

"What's wrong with you, Fit? We can still meet," I asked in wonder.

"Why not, sister. Can't I just hug my own brother?" rajuk Fitri's.

"Yes, Fit. Yeah, I'm going first, okay? You carefully ride the motorcycle. Assalamualaikum," my pampit waved towards Fitri.

"Yes, you too, brother. Waalaikumsalam," replied Fitri erased the corner of his eye and then waved at me.

What's wrong with that kid I thought. There was a strange feeling when he saw his attitude today, not as usual. I hope it's just my feelings. Before long, I got a message on my phone.

"Sister, am I sorry? If all this time I've been wrong with big brother. It can't be a good sister yet" Fitri said.

"What the hell are you Fit for? You're the best sister that brother has. Don't talk weird. Go home, be careful," I said.

"Yes Brother. You are also careful. I also want to go straight home to my master this run out. At home is not exciting, there is no you," replied Fitri again.

I did not return the message again, because my position was standing. Bus passengers are quite rame, especially the driver is quite speeding his driver. I have to hold on tight.

2 Hours away, I got to the terminal, and immediately took my bike home. Can be berabe if late, can-can sir Reden ngedumel.

I got to Tok Bah's house with speeding mode, already like a racer. Hehe.

I immediately went in and said my regards. Changing clothes and helping Grandma cook dinner.

After dinner, I did some PR today that I requested from Indah in a short message. I also texted Fitri. Ask if he has returned or not.

"Assynolajet. Already at your employer's house, Fit?" my many. Shortly my message was replied Fitri.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Already Brother. It was from afternoon to arrive. Here I'm getting ready to go to bed. Tired all day long walk," replied Fitri.

"Thank God. Yes, you rest. It's been night too. I'm also taking a break, school tomorrow. Assalamualaikum."

That night, in my sleep. I dreamt about Fitri.