My Soul is Close to the Eyes

CHAPTER 4 SURPRISE

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A week has passed since Gibran last met Gita at his boarding house. Gita and Gibran did not speak to each other. The Gita did not reply to messages or answer phone calls from Gibran. He also avoids Gibran when meeting on campus. The Gita seems to be still angry with Gibran.

Friday is a red day off and Gita plans to return home. He felt excited about being at his house during this long weekend. It had been a month he did not go home, college assignments made him very busy and did not have time to go home, even though the distance between the boarding house and his home was only about two hours away.

"Mel, I'm tucking into the room yeah, I'm going home this weekend." Gita told Melati, her roommate in the next room. Melati is currently also studying fifth semester at the Faculty of Medicine.

"Okay, Git. It's delicious yes you can go home, I can't even because it's far away, but it's a long holiday." replied Melati a little sad because Melati comes from outside the island so rarely can go home.

"Hehe, yes Mel, you don't be sad dong." comfort Gita. "Or do you want to come with me to the house? We can take Mel's walk, instead of your own here?" gita then took Melati to her house. Melati is a close friend of Gita's at the boarding house. He knew very well that Melati rarely went out to make friends or go for a walk. He is the type of person who seriously achieves the ideals alias diligent learning. Hehe.

"Other times, Git, no papa. It just so happened that my college assignment was really stacked this week." replied Melati.

"Oh, oh, that's it. If there's anything you can call me" said Gita offered Melati.

"Yes, Git. Next time I'll come to your house. Anyway, I also want to know your family." Melati smiled back.

"Next time yes, my papa mama must be happy. They are very happy with girls, they would love it if I had a sister. They want it anyway, but the ones that came out were even my two younger brothers. Hahaha." replied Gita jokingly.

"Let you be the most beloved in the house, Git" said Melati. They also laugh together.

Gita said goodbye to Melati and immediately started the engine of his car. She can't wait to be home with her family.

While in another house...

Gibran was still lying on his bedroom bed. The clock had shown at 09:00 and he had not moved from that place since he woke up.

His mind still felt guilty towards Gita. Gibran was really confused because only this time he and the Gita were in this state, far apart and not contacting each other.

Suddenly Gibran's phone rang. He immediately answered her and hoped it was a call from someone he was thinking about.

"Hello.." replied Gibran immediately.

"Hello dear.." said the voice of the woman across there.

"Oh.." Gibran replied briefly after recognizing the voice as his girlfriend.

"Cock just oh? What are you doing again?" ask Lodya. "Let me guess, I'll think of me again, okay?" lodya continued with confidence.

'Not at all.' Gibran's inner self while rolling his eyeballs.

"Yes dear." replied Gibran pretending.

"You are so sweet dear." said Lodya sounding very happy to hear Gibran's 'honest' answer.

Gibran just smiled and was forced.

"Jalan yuk darling, I bete, you're never taking me for a walk again, anyway?" lodya protest.

Gibran only realized during this week he never again took his girlfriend out.

"May, I'll pick you up later in the afternoon, okay?" gibran asks Lodya to pick him up.

"Don't be happy, we'll just meet later." replied Lodya refused Gibran's offer. During the approach up to now Lodya has never been picked up by Gibran. Gibran did not mind it, for him it was even better if he was not bothered by his girlfriend.

"Okay, where do you want to go?" ask Gibran again.

"Emmmm, just go to the mall, and I have something to buy." replied Lodya.

"All right." replied Gibran to his girlfriend's wishes.

In the afternoon, Gibran and Lodya meet at a mall. Lodya wanted to buy new shoes and bags for him. Gibran accompanied him with a rather heavy heart.

For some reason, going out this time was a little strange for her. Usually he happily accompanies his ex-girls shopping. He also likes to invite them out, even to just accompany him to eat. But this time let alone invite and accompany the road, contact Lodya more often than Gibran.

Gibran did not know what happened to him. But he realized something had changed inside him.

"Is this good, baby?" Lodya raised his hand showing a small yellow bag to Gibran who from earlier just stood quietly beside him without saying much.

"It's good." Gibran replied briefly.

"Well, how good is this red one, baby?" Lodya asked again, this time he showed Gibran the small red bag in his next hand.

"Good as well." Gibran replied briefly.

"Kok nice and good anyway, honey? I'm so upset about which one to choose" said Lodya.

"Yes, it's good that it's both." replied Gibran puzzled.

"As far as you are." replied Gibran briefly. In his heart, he did not understand how his girlfriend turned out to be very annoying.

"Well, I bought both. Hihi." said Lodya getting excited.

Gibran could only shake his head. After Gibran, Lodya was the son of a rich man. He has a private car and lives in a luxury apartment. However, Gibran had never visited there because Lodya forbade it. Lodya did not want anyone to misunderstand that there was a man who visited her alone. He said he was too afraid that his parents knew and misunderstood him. Gibran also complied.

Finally the date with Lodya ended as well. After dinner together, Gibran returned to his home.

Gibran once again thought of the Gita. 'What's he doing in his hostel?' inner Gibran.

Gibran immediately came out again and turned on his motorbike towards the Gita boarding house.

Arriving at the Gita boarding house, Gibran did not contact him because he had guessed that Gita would not answer his phone. Gibran went in and knocked on the main door of the Gita.

Kost Gita has a large living room in the middle like a lobby, while the rooms are on the left and right side. Kost Gita does not have many rooms, there are only six rooms each large and equipped with complete facilities in it.

"Tok.. tok... tok.." the sound of knocking on the door, but no one has yet opened the door for Gibran. He knocked once more, meanwhile his hostel looked deserted. Finally, after three knocks, someone opened the door for Gibran.

"Yes, what's wrong, Mom?" a woman opened the door for Gibran.

"Emmm, is Gita there?" ask Gibran without further ado.

"Oh, Gita's friend, huh?" ask back to the woman who is none other than Melati.

"Yes, is there a gold?" ask Gibran again.

"The girl wasn't there, she went home this morning" Melati replied.

"Oh, thank you, yes." said Gibran.

"Sama-sama.." replied Melati. Gibran turned around.

Gibran went back to his house. Along the way he thought about how he could meet and talk to Gita. Gibran doesn't know where Gita's house is because he hasn't been there.

Suddenly Gibran remembered something...

"Hello, La, where are you?" ask Gibran on the phone to Lala.

"Home home, what's up? Tumben you called me?" lala asked again a little surprised that Gibran contacted her.

"I want to borrow something, can't I?" gibran asked seemed to be planning something.

The next day...

Gita woke up early and was watering plants in her yard. Her father was relaxing sitting on the porch seat of the house while enjoying a cup of tea. Her mother was cooking in the kitchen with Bi Inah, the housekeeper at her house. While his two younger siblings, Haris has not woken up yet and Fariz has just finished bathing.

Gita was very happy to be at her house. He could see the plants he had long abandoned. Gita does love plants and she takes good care of them.

"Git, you're working next semester already, huh?" ask Papa Gita to his eldest son.

"Yes, Pa. Still don't know where." replied Gita still with a hose in her hand.

"What about Papa's office? No need to bother applying and others?" papa Gita said.

"Papa's office is a long way from campus, I'm hard to go back and forth later. Anyway, not good ah, the period of practice work in Papa's own office? Not creative ah.." joked Gita with a small laugh in response to his papa's offer.

"You're this... Time doesn't want to be easy?" goda Gita's father.

"Papa can't be rich. Want your child to be independent?" ask Gita again while smiling at her papa.

"All right." said Papa Gita. "Papa sure this papa child can be independent" he continued. Gita smiles. "By the way, you've got a girlfriend, Git?" ask Papa Gita again. This time the question made Gita rather surprised.

"Nothing, Pa. Papa knows I don't want to date before marriage." replied Gita firmly.

"Yes... Papa thinks you're an adult, it's time you get to know the men out there, so you can better understand, Git." Papa Gita's advice. Suddenly Gita remembered someone who had also once advised her like that.

"Yes, Papa. Do not have to use all courtship, I also already know various types of men, kok." replied Gita again.

"Yes, yes. Papa's most beautiful but most stubborn son." joked Papa Gita. "Let's be stubborn, but papa is most dear." continued papa Gita with a smile. Gita smiled back at him. Papa Gita then walked into the house.

Gita turned off the faucet in her yard. He's done watering the plants.

"Teeeetttt.." The doorbell suddenly rang. Gita immediately opened the gate because she happened to be standing nearby.

After Gita opened the gate, she was surprised to see a man now standing before her.

"Hi, Git." said the man named Gibran.