RAGIL (First Love)
Season 2 #1
The past is like a black hole
Once you get into it, maybe you'll get lost and can't come back.
-azka
It's been a year of Azka and Saga's marriage. A happy marriage with no sloping news or scandals in the first years of their marriage. Azka had also begun to feel extraordinary things during the building of a household heresy with Saga. Saga, as always, always accepts Azka no matter what she is. And Azka, as before, still had to learn to arrange the pieces of his heart so that even though it was cracked, the heart was still intact for Him to give to Saga.
"Tomorrow so to Fabel's wedding huh. Mas Alfan had also come all the way from outside the island. And I really miss Risa" said Azka who had repeatedly opened the lid of the wardrobe in their room. Carrying pieces of clothes for himself and also Saga. Showing and asking opinions on Saga, but always ends up rejecting her own choices.
"Yes" Still busy struggling with the files on his desk. Saga replied with not too much excitement.
"If this one is good, don't we use it tomorrow?" Again, for the eighth time Azka asked the same question. This time, her hand was holding a blue night dress with a similar colored shirt for Saga. Saga breathed slowly. Then passed from his desk approached Azka who had already thrown her gaze with one eyebrow raised. Saga then took over the clothes held by Azka. Throw it on the only couch in the room.
"Eh?" Azka gasped as Saga hugged her from behind.
"Udahan dong choose his clothes. Tomorrow take a good one" Saga sank her head at the intersection of Azka's neck. Inhaling deeply the smell of cherry that came out of his wife's body.
"Ih, this is the first choice. I don't want to rush tomorrow because we're not ready for clothes. Wedding in Bogor. That means we have to leave early in the morning. I want to see akad!" Azka took off Saga's embrace, then began to pick up the clothes that had been thrown by Saga origin towards the sofa.
"Yaudah if you don't want to help you choose clothes. I'm the one who prepared" While stomping his feet because Azka's annoyance passed from his place.
"Who is helping. I've already given you an opinion you know Yang" Saga grinned.
"Oh so now you want to kill me, I made a long time to choose clothes?" Azka had ruffled her waist in her position, making Saga feel cornered.
"Yes that's not the case" Saga scratched the base of her original nose.
"That also means there is. Ih, you know what I've been gausah cape-cape same you Ay'"
"Loh, I'm not saying that" Saga scratched her nape that instantly felt itchy. Conditions begin to show error.
"But you told me to pick her clothes tomorrow. I've been thinking about this since"
"It is precisely because of that, that I fear you are exhausted" Saga tried to persuade Azka not to sulk anymore.
"I think you are cape. Though only in mind please give opinion choose clothes. Ish" Oh my God, the saying 'girls are always right' is real. Saga chose silence. No longer trying to answer. Whatever He says will always be reversed by Azka. In the end, he will be wrong. Azka had put the clothes that he took out earlier in the closet and closed the door of the closet firmly so that it made a debam that surprised Saga.
"Astaghfirullah" Saga simply shook her head and snorted softly in response to his wife's behavior. In the next second, Saga thanked the phone that rang because it could divert the anger of the wrath of the wife.
Azka grabbed her phone lying on the nightstand. View a screen that already shows the sign of an incoming call. Ocha.
"Hello Cha"
"Hi Ka's. How are you doing? Healthy?"
"Alhamdulillah. I'm healthy. I'm going to Fabel's wedding tomorrow. Want to drop something?" ask Azka
"Byeah, I transfer ya"
"OK on"
"Ka, tomorrow too I'll be present to your show. Want nostalgia. Because Abi said the High School students want to get together" Ocha story cheerfully.
"Oh yeah? I'm sending greetings to you. Say sorry I can't go back there" Azka smiled, though she knew Ocha wouldn't see it. "Oiya, if you meet tomorrow as many friends say hello. Don't forget to send each other pictures. I'll also send Fabel's wedding photos tomorrow"
"okay"
They continued the conversation on small talk. Azka was seen laughing a few times. His face exuded a happy aura without any illusions. Saga watched his wife's face. It feels like Azka looks happy there and Saga really likes that. Although the girl's laughter was not caused by her, Saga was grateful that the laughter and smile still often adorned the beautiful face that she had edited about a year ago.
The phone connection was cut off, When Azka turned around, Saga was already crossing in front of her.
"Look! why?"
"Seru very much if you've called already" Saga thumped upset.
"Yes, the name is also a girl" said Azka approached Saga. "Somehow, I can only be like them. They're the best friends in my life" That sentence was enough to make Saga understand. That nothing could make Azka turn away from her friends. They were so valuable to Azka's journey.
Husband, Ah. a name that is so sacred to every woman. The anger and wrath of God on a woman now depends on her husband. And Azka was lucky to have a husband like Saga. A warm figure who never demands. An intelligent figure whose every word never pitched patronizingly. A firm figure who could always advise with gentleness of heart. Which woman would not be happy with such a man?
But in life, there is never such a thing as perfection. So did the life of Azka and Saga. Saga that looks perfect, it also has to accept an imperfectness in this life. Yes, especially if it is not about the condition of Azka's heart to him. Azka was already hers, but Saga knew that the heart of the girl she was now with was never completely given to her.
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Drrt.
Drrtts.
Azka's phone is vibrating. He grabbed a small bag that was next to him. The name Ocha is on that five-inch flat screen. Azka walked away from the crowd after asking Saga for permission. Now he is outside the area of the wedding event between Fabel and Dini.
"Hello Cha"
"Hello Ka"
"Is there anything I can slam?" asked Azka in a joking tone
"Ck, help Ka. Help" was heard if Ocha had started to get upset when only two sentences were thrown Azka to him through the phone line.
"Yes yes. What's the matter Ocha?"
"I'm again at your wedding and Vania" Ocha tells.
"Yes, continues? I've transferred it to you. Don't forget to mention it"
"Okay, but mmh, I want to tell you a little. I don't know, it's important or not. But I thought of you"
"What the hell is Cha? To the point. Don't be curious" Azka said slightly increase the volume of her voice because the music from the main room of the wedding was a little sabotaging the air around her.
"I met Ragil here. He's in not very good shape"
"What?" there was obviously shock in Azka's voice just now.
"Well, let's go in. I'd like to start the show" This is Saga's voice. The man who bore the title of husband of Azka was already standing next to her. Azka looked at the waves. He lowered his phone while covering it with his hands. "Yes, I followed ya. I finished the call with Ocha" Azka smiled. Saga spread her shoulders, "I'll wait here. Finish"
Azka shifted a little, He returned the position of the phone to be brought closer to his ear.
"Cha, sorry later we can talk again. I'm waiting for that info. Nye"
Azka disconnected the phone. He saved his phone into a bag when the notification sound of whatsapp messages appeared on his phone. Not wanting to make Saga wait too long, Azka chose not to open the message. He walked closer to Saga, wrapping his hands around Saga's arms.
"Is there any important news?" saga asked as she looked at every curve of his wife's face.
"Emm. Ocha just said she was again at your wedding. I say hello because I can't come" Azka wasn't completely lying. He just didn't say one more piece of information, which honestly caught his attention a little.
"We can send gifts to your friends after coming from here if you feel bad, Yang" said Saga softly.
"No need. I've transferred to Ocha for love to you" Azka chimed.
"OKAY. Come on in" They walked into the main room which sounded frenetic.
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I heard about you today,
Lirih your haughtiness arrived
But I can what?
Can I still accompany you, please,
In any name other than in the name of feelings?
Azka.
