RAGIL (First Love)
TWENTY-FIVE
It's like I'm talking to you. I thought that the ending story was our story. May we be happy.
-ragile
Ragil set foot in the airport. Today he was asked to go home by his mother because of something. Ragil did not know what made it so urgent that he had to take an annual permit to return home. It's been an hour he waited for the pickup car sent by Mom there, but the car never came. He decided to play his phone while killing the time that felt so long. He looked through all his social media accounts, creating a story on one of his social media accounts. He greeted and commented on every feed of his friends. He laughed, happy because it felt like he had not done it for too long. His work is too time-consuming, making him very rarely spend time with all the hustle and bustle of cyberspace. Ragil stopped on a post, it was a post on Azka's instagram account. The girl posted a sentence.
You, who somehow can not be lost from thought and perverted taste. Even at an inopportune moment like now, thinking of you is a chosen one without a warring mind. Azka.
Ragil was stunned, he then traced the Azka instagram account page. Rediscovering similar posts that somehow make themselves grimace themselves.
A story that has not yet begun leaves a sense of tightness and curiosity. I need an antidote, and it's just you. Azka.
Azka was talking to herself. He thought that the story Azka meant could have been their story. 'Geeer!' say something in him. Then he laughed to himself. He really feels sad. He had visited Bandung as promised to Azka a few months ago, but still he could not meet the girl. He met Tama and a man who, according to Tama, was Azka's lover. Ragil was in disbelief, but Tama asked him not to trouble Azka by being present in the midst of the two of them. Ragil had left a paper with lyrics of a song that he thought would describe him. He hoped Azka would read it, then contact him and they could talk. Who knows, there is still a way for both of them. But in fact Azka did not budge. He didn't even contact Ragil at all.
Is it possible that Azka doesn't feel important anymore? Or did Azka not accept the paper?
The demon in his heart spoke. He suddenly thought ill of a man named Saga whom Tama said was Azka's lover. Don't you think people won't take care of me? Saga was upset, He kicked the origin of his legs that protruded from the chair He was sitting in.
"Duh Mas, do not sit kayaking in your own home dong" said a woman with a menor face very closely. It turns out that Ragil's leg accidentally kicked his leg when he was kicking because he was upset with his own mind.
"Sorry mba, accidentally"
"Not intentionally!" said the woman was getting nyolot.
"Well, Mba, I'm sorry" said Ragil did not care. He eventually bent his legs and continued his activities. The woman continued her steps despite continuing to mengedumel upset with Ragil.
"Mas Ragil?" Call the middle-aged gentlemen not far from where Ragil sat waiting earlier.
"Eh Mr. Ganjar. Long time sir" said Ragil turned his face away from the phone in his hand. He stood up while holding the phone in his right hand. He handed the suitcase into the hands of Mr. Anjar and walked with Mr. Ganjar to a parked car not far from the airport lobby.
"Sir, why did you tell me to go home anyway? Suddenly so! Mr Ganjar know why?" asked Ragil from the passenger seat next to Mr. Ganjar.
"I don't know Mas. But I think I want Mas Ragil to marry Mas. Want to have more grandchildren" said Mr. Ganjar while smiling jail.
"Yaaah, let alone Mother, I also want a marriage spree Sir. But I don't think I'm established yet. Candidates also do not exist" said Ragil feigned lethargy.
"Due the hell Mas? Mas Ragil ngguanteng like that time did not have a girlfriend?" ask Mr. Ganjar relax
"For your own sake sir" replied Ragil origin. Ragil kept his eyes closed during the trip from the airport to the house that spent an hour. After arriving home, Ragil approached his mother who was waiting in the chair in the family room.
"Mom" Call Ragil
"Gil, is it coming, son? You healthy?" mom asked me to stroke Ragil's head when his bachelor kissed the back of his hand.
"Alhamdulillah. Cape Bu" he said, then lay down his body next to his mother.
"Gil" call Mother soft
"Yes Ma'am?" Ragil waned even though his eyes were closed again.
"When do you bring a candidate to Mom's house?" questions that directly hit his heart. "Mother wants to have a daughter-in-law, same new grandchild" said Mother.
"You don't want to work, Gil. Let the spit out of a mate" said Mother stroked her head gently.
"Doain yes ma'am, Ragil wants to make an effort to bring a beautiful and good ghost to Mom" he said slowly, "By the way I told Ragil to come home just to say this Mom?" ask her after getting up and facing towards Mother.
"No. Mother misses mother's bachelor son. Tomorrow I want to start therapy, want to be accompanied by you during Mother's therapy. Can you?" Ragil nodded. Ah, from the past until now, I was the closest to Ragil. If Ragil used to be always pampered, then now Ragil always felt that Mother should be spoiled by her children, especially her.
"Gil, said aunt Siska Azka to be proposed! How come you're not the one who lammar Azka anyway?" Mother spoke lethargicly, Ragil was startled and almost jumped from his chair away from Mother
"Seriously Ma'am????"
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Azka's mood became increasingly uncertain. Only a matter of hours, Azka will face a meeting of two families who will discuss the application issue between Romi and himself. Azka was upset, there was no way that she could refuse the proposal? Azka understood very well that what Mama and Papa did was for her own good. Azka also did not deny that Romi is the ideal male figure adjaan every woman. Romi was a handsome young man in white with thick eyebrows on top of pitch-black eyeballs. His stature was high and filled. Romi was also noted as an outstanding student on his campus, even he was the representative of Indonesia in the Indonesian-Chinese student exchange. Currently, Romi still runs several cooperation programs between Indonesia and China.
Tomorrow, the plan is Om Robi's family, Romi's parents, will come to see Mama and Papa. Coincidentally his family will see the parents of Om Robi who is sick in the village, the same village as his village Azka from the Papa side.
"Not Ma, Mas Robi has not informed again tomorrow what it will be like. He said Sumpah was getting worse and worse" heard the voice of Papa who was discussing the meeting tomorrow with Mama. Azka sharpened her ears. He even stuck his ear to hear from behind the door.
"Oh that's Pa, is it better not to step down? let Mba Ani and Mas Robi focus first on Sewah?" My mom sounded a little worried.
"Yes, let's see tomorrow. After all we as the receiving party yes nerima aja Ma" said Papa still in a relaxed tone.
"Pa, what if before Mas Robi and Mbak Ani here someone comes to ask Azka? Mama's afraid we're not good with them Pa"
"Yes, it's not a good problem, Ma. Before there was any bond, before there was a wining, yes Azka was still free to be lainang whoever Ma. Even if it happens, Papa believes Mas Robi and Mba Ani understand. But hopefully it doesn't happen"
Azka took a deep breath and took it out slowly.
Where have you gone, love? Azka said in her heart. Either addressed to whom the word love in his sentence. Two figures shadowed his sleep that night. The longer, the stronger one took over the thoughts inside his head. Who else? He who has been living too long in there, as if there is no other figure who inhabits the space in there. In Azka's head, Ragil's figure and memories swirled until his head hurt. His body might have been nearly limp if he had been standing. Shadow Saga as if not to lose, on the sidelines of memories about Ragil, the figure of Saga often sneak in, although not last long. He almost always managed to infiltrate every memory, damaging the memory in some parts. The throbbing in Azka's head was getting worse, the pain that was usually felt in his chest was now moving to the head. Right now, his mind was at war. Who will he really choose? Someone who fought for him or someone he's been fighting for?
"De?" Mama woke Azka with a little panic that was clearly reflected in the look on her face. Azka opened her eyes with great difficulty. His body felt extremely limp, The sweat had soaked almost all over his body.
"Is it okay?" Tanya Mama tried to resuscitate Azka
"It's okay Ma" Azka said weakly after her consciousness had gathered
"Ade sure?" Mama still looks very worried
"Yes Ma" Azka said softly, He then tried to get up from a sleeping position to sit down.
"De, Ade thinks what?" Mama still wants to know. Azka just kept quiet, smiled then shook her head weakly.
"Ade well aja Ma" Azka still covered her tight feeling after a night she had to face an inner war that seemed real happening in front of her.
"Ade get ready yes, the Om Robi family is already on the road" The last sentence of Mama successfully made a tear Azka flowing along her smooth cheeks. Fortunately Azka could hold it until Mama had come out first.
God, what am I supposed to do?
